Yearly || Clifford

a lot 2.2

Zoe Finn

I turned to Michael, a plan forming in my head, "Babe, we don't have any money for ice cream." Then to make it convincing, I pouted.

My boyfriend laughed, "I have some," he pulled out a few crumpled notes and waved them in front of me, "Dolla dolla bills."

I sighed, lovingly of course, and walked into the shop. I ordered chocolate chip.

A lot of chocolate chip.

Michael ordered a normal amount of cherry.

I made several jokes about my "cherry".

The cashier looked at us weirdly, but we just laughed at her as soon as we were out of the store.

We sat on a short stone wall facing the water that fell off the horizon.

I could feel Michael next to me, watching the waves. And I watched him. As he ate, a little bit of ice cream got on his nose, and I realised I loved him.

A lot.

Like a lot,a lot.

So I said it out loud, because I'm tired of waiting, "Mikey, you know I don't hate you right?" I bit into my ice cream, "I actually really love you."

He turned and smirked, "Oh really?" He spoke cockily, "How much."

"A lot." I said with another bite of ice cream.

Michael's smirk grew, "I don't believe you," he teased, "You'll have to show me."

He played right into my trap, I leaned in and grinned, "Okay."

The blue boy closed his eyes, and I smashed my ice cream in his face.

He turned to me, with a look of horror, the dairy product was dripping down his head.

I snorted, "Don't push me in the water again."

His eyes rolled and he pulled me into a hug, "Aw, babe, I love you this much." I felt cold on the crown of my head.

That dick put his ice cream in my hair.

But why get mad, so I laughed and kissed him lightly, "We make a perfect couple."

Michael hugged me back, "Yes, we do."
And he whispered, so only I could hear him, "And I love you a lot."

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(AN lol sorz about the shortness.

I HAVE TO PREPARE FOR THE ACT.

Maybe I'll try and update every Tuesday(ish)?

Faith)