The next few weeks rolled over fast. School was over. Summer heated up the whole state. It was finally vacation. Every summer, Clara and I would go to this one ice cream place. The both of us would mix any flavors we want and create a name for it and let each other try it.
"Here's what I got." I said. "I call this Godzilla's Spit."
"What kind of a name is that?"
"What's yours then?"
"Scarlet Sweetener," she said.
"That's even worse than mine."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is. So lame."
"Let's just try it." We exchanged ice creams. I took a bite from the ice cream she made. It just tasted like strawberry and cherry and raspberry and cranberry and more fucking berries.
"I don't like it." I said.
"I don't like yours either." She was spitting the ice cream back to the cup. "What the hell is in here?"
"Matcha, avocado, chocolate, lemon, and hot sauce."
"Hot sauce?! Where did you even get that."
"Brought it with me." I pulled out the hot sauce. She spit out more ice cream. "See? The name makes more sense now."
"You're the worst."
I laughed. "I know."
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Elliot
Teen Fiction[Unedited] College freshman Elliot doesn't care much about the world. School, video games, smoking, skateboarding: his life revolves on those things only. He is put into a miserable episode when he had his break up with his girlfriend. But then he m...
