Set It Off

I told you so

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J O S H

Believe it or not, Max was just as fascinated by the candy cane flavored ice cream as I was, and I promised to bring him with me next time.
I didn't see Oliver for the rest of that day, which kind of sucked cause I loved seeing his face. I guess he had a problem to take care of, I still don't understand how Oliver can get so worked up everytime things are starting to get a little hot. I mean, I know I'm hot, but please.
Self control Sykes, have you heard about it? It's not like my texts were anywhere near as vulgar as his could be, and I of all people should know. Let's just say that Dan changed everyones names in my contact list once and it ended pretty badly. Me trying to sext Max that is. I know he's still not over the fact that I called his dick a 'precious little stick of joy.'

Enough about my truly boring and lonely love life, let's dig deeper in the wonders of ice cream.

"Hey Maximillian, would you like to follow me to a wonderful place beyond this land of grey?" I said dramatically to Max the next day as I took his hand in mine and stood on one knee like a proposal, if you didn't figure that out, dumbass.

"Are you talking about the ice cream shop?" Max responded with a less-than-impressed tone, watching me caress his hand with my other hand. I nodded hysterically.

"I'm talking about tiny candy canes having intercourse and creating lovely two colored rainbows in your mouth. Are thou to follow me on this adventure?" I placed one of my hands on my forehead, leaning back slightly as if I was a woman in pain. Max chuckled and nodded while he helped me up and we decided on a time to meet up at the park after that.

"Franceschi!" A shorter boy named Dan called out as he made his way over to me. I waved and gave him a quick side hug when he arrived by my side. "So where is this mouthwatering ice cream you've been texting me all day about?" He questioned,  suspiciously eyeing the kids roaming around the area. I too stole a few quick glances at the children  before shrugging.

"It's just around the corner. It has a big sign hanging above the door that says 'Aunt Chesterfield's Ice Cream' on it. It's pretty hard to miss." I explained, scratching my neck. I'm so glad I have a t-shirt under this cardigan cause boy is it hot outside, or maybe it's just me. I'd not be surprised considering what a hot piece of British arse I am. 

"Alright, let's say seven thirty,  Franceschi. See you there, Helyer." Dan pointed a straight finger towards Max. Hah, straight. If only his Christian parents knew the things I did to that boy in eight grade. Me and Max nodded and began to discuss some of the formulas Mr.Pattern had gone through when I suddenly saw Vic talking to Tay. I swear those two are like, related or something. Max continued on to complain about why there had to be algebra in formulas and why they would name something as hellish as 3.14 as pie, and I tried to listen, I really did, but the way Tay handed Vic a small note got me thinking of him and Kellin and not why the word pie had two different meanings. After staring quite a while on Vic and Tay, Vic's head moved to the left to watch Kellin park his car. He awkwardly waved to Tay as he picked up his phone, probably texting Kellin where he was waiting. I shrugged and made a mental note to talk with Kellin about this later on. 

"-like cherry pie. What a wonderful creation. So who's taking you to prom?" Max suddenly asked. I diverted my gaze to Max and gave him a questioning look. 

"Prom? It's like ages until prom, Max." I shook my head and laughed at his sillyness. Prom?  I hope he has the courage to ask Matt out this time. 

"Yeah, prom. Prom is in one week. They've just started to put all the posters up. So, what are you wearing and who are you planning on going with?" I stared at Max, trying to find the lie hidden behind his eyes. I quietly looked around for any posters and found three of them just at the schools main entrance. Oh fuck. How do I say this nicely?