DISCONTINUED
Alina Fairgrieves-Byers and Gabriel Burton have learned to expect the worst, but that doesn't make things less disappointing.
𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
( 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 )
( 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄...
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. ✧ ・゜. +・o ✧
After two and a half hours of skating—give or take thirty minutes spent kissing in the bathroom—Gabe began to grow hungry. This was no surprise—he hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning, back at El Rodeo (El had been right: burritos for breakfast were surprisingly good)—but the fact that Mike and El agreed to take a break and sit down with them was. Gabe had thought it would've been just himself and Will, but instead, the four of them ended up skating up to the concession stand. But, while they had to wait in a long line of other hungry skaters and pay way more than they should for a basket of fries and four milkshakes, the actual meal itself—greasy as it was—was sublime. Gabe couldn't even find it in himself to be mad at Mike as he sat across from him, joking and laughing and recalling old times.
Obviously, there was going to have to be a conversation. But that could be later, when it didn't matter if the mood was ruined. For now, though, all Gabe wanted was this current peace. He hadn't been this content since his friends had moved away, and he was determined to savour this feeling for as long as possible.
He was dipping fries into his milkshake—strawberry, a flavour he'd only recently grown obsessed with—when Will slid his own cup over. He'd gotten vanilla, plain and simple (something that Alina would've probably called him basic for), and had already finished almost half of it. His upper lip was coated in a froth of white, and Gabe had to resist the urge to lean forward and wipe it off.
"You want to trade?" he asked. "I don't care what Alina says; vanilla is really good."
"If it's so good, then why do you want to trade?" Gabe teased. "I think I'll stick with my strawberry."
"Plus, you don't know whether or not he's got his spit all over the straw," Mike added. Which was ironic, considering the fact that he was just about to share with El. Both Gabe and Will forced a smile, and Will pulled his drink back to his chest.
"Fine. Your loss, Gabe."
Gabe reached out and popped off the milkshake's lid. Before Will could react, he'd already seized a fry and ducked it in the vanilla ice cream mixture. He popped it into his mouth and chewed with a genuine smile.
