Meet Me Here Tomorrow (EXTRAORDINARILY SLOW UPDATES, NOT KIDDING)

Oh, How The Tables Have Turned

"You're late." Frowned Gina as she stood up indignantly and placed her hands on her waist like a scolding mother would as Chris strolled leisurely towards the bench in front of Creamy King's Ice Cream Shop. The banana mascot in the yellow tights danced pitifully in the background, the suit's horribly painted face grinned creepily as Chris and Gina paid no mind to it.

"I said meet me here at 4:00." She crossed her arms across her chest, wrinkling her Marvel Avengers t-shirt, making the Hulk's angry face look constipated. A little irked at Gina's time of voice, Christopher lifted his eyebrow. "I showed up didn't I?" He frowned back, strangely less irritated once he got a close look at Gina. For some reason, he found that looking at Gina calmed him down somewhat; like back when they were little.

He remembered this one time clearly, back in fourth grade when his friends made fun of his drawing and for liking to draw during recess instead of play basketball with them.

The other boys urged him to play and as he was about to relent, little Gina spoke up. "Hey! He said he doesn't want to play basketball, leave him alone!" Her cute voice rang out as she defended him, her bouncy black pigtails bobbed up and down. The boys backed off but little Chris kind of felt... emasculated. "Mind your own business he shot back at her. Drawing is for losers." Crumpling up his drawing of a smiling, purple dog, he tossed it over his shoulder.

Feeling cooler by talking back to her, he crossed his arms and walked towards the boys, as if to prove a point. Laughing and running off, the other boys began the game but Chris looked back, feeling guilty for what he had done. Gina wasn't there anymore.

After the bell had rung, signalling the kids to run back in, Chris stayed back and nonchalantly searched for his crumpled drawing of the happy, purple dog. He couldn't find it but he was surprised when little Gina ran up to him and smiled. "Do what you want to do! I guess I was wrong to think that you wanted to draw. I think you should do what you wanna do, you know?" Smiling, Gina skipped away happily. Chris grinned as the memory floated by his head. Why had Gina turned into such a grouch now that they were older?

"Hey. Heyyy. HEY!" Gina's annoyed voice snapped him back from his memory as her little hand waved in front of his face, trying to get his attention. "Why were you grinning like a buffoon as you stared at me? Frickin' weirdo." Gina mumbled.

"So, why'd you call me out for a date?" Grinned Chris slyly as he watched Gina tense up and scowl. She said nothing. "Awww, is widdle Gina embawassed?" Chris cooed in a baby-ish voice, earning a hateful glare from the angry Gina.

In all honesty, Gina had no idea why she had even ordered Chris to meet her there yesterday. She had just gotten angry and did it on impulse. When she told her mother that she was going out that morning, her mom assumed that it was a date and dished out a horrid pink dress and matching sparkly heels. Gina was appalled. She tried to explain to her mom that, no, it wasn't a date. Feeling guilty for crushing her romantic mother's dream that she would fall in love, she grabbed her bag and got out of there as fast as her lime green converse high tops could carry her.

Finished with teasing Gina, Chris finally wondered what was going to happen. "So. What are we doing today?" Before anyone could say anything else, the banana mascot screamed.

Both Gina and Christopher stood rigid and swung their heads to see what was going on. They saw... Ms. Simmons sprinting at a demonic speed. RIGHT TOWARDS THEM??? The old woman's dingy yellow running shoes were a blur as her wrinkled face of determination glistened with sweat as face wrinkles flapped gracefully in the wind and her speeding legs brought her to the two terrified teenagers, looking as if they were about to shit their pants.

"YOU TWO!" Ms. Simmons' megaphone voice hoarsely rumbled. "I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THE DEBT YOU OWE ME AND I NEED SOME ASSISTANCE WITH A FEW ERRANDS!" Frozen in fear, Chris and Gina could just nod their heads obediently. Gina was trembling so hard, her glasses were slipping off her nose.

"W-what do you need help with, Ms. Simmons?" Squeaked Gina helplessly as the terrifying woman loomed over her cowering figure. "WELL, I OWN THE SHOP YOU TWO ARE STANDING FROM AND I NEED MORE EMPLOYEES!" Boomed Ms. Simmons' voice. She continued, "IT SEEMS UNFAIR THAT YOUNG CHRISTOPHER HERE IS PAYING OFF YOUR SIDE OF THE DEBT SO YOU WILL WORK ALONGSIDE HIM AT CREAMY KING'S."

An hour later, Gina was
dressed up in the shop's uniform and since it wasn't Christopher's shift, he got the chance to torment Gina.

"I thought I asked for a pink straw, miss! Now you don't want me to tell our boss, would you?" Chris grinned as he watched Gina (who somehow made the uniform look not so horrid, maybe cute?) clench her fists and fake smile. "Of course I'll bring you your pink straw, valued customer." Her forced cheery voice sounding sick to her own ears. She thought that she had the upper hand before she got employed because it was only Chris who had to work at such a loser place but now she was caught in it as well. Now Gina had to find another way to plot her revenge, keep her grades up AND not be seen by any of her school mates.

The both of them had never known that Ms. Simmons actually owned the place. They were still getting paid though. In tips. According to later questionings of the staff, the place was called Creamy King's because Ms. Simmons had named the place after her deceased, late husband who had a passion for ice cream and was known to be the king of frozen goodies.

My, my. If I play my cards right, I could win this battle. Thought Chris evilly as he sipped his mango milkshake with the pink straw he had gotten Gina to bring him. How the tables have turned...