Racer 404 || (dnf)

11• Pretty pictures

(Dreams POV)

Walking into the ice cream parlour is like walking through a Time Machine. The smells are like eating a rainbow. My eyes roam the multicoloured walls and the soft pink booths as I breathe in the de ja vu, it glides through my body like cold water.

George's mound of copper brown hairs appear next to me, his lips parted in awe as the colours surround him, I'm not sure how much of them he can see properly but, it's still cute.

Eyes glistening beneath the light, he turns his smile towards me.

"Are we gonna get anything? I don't mind if not it's already freezing here."

His words spill into my mind as fast as a waterfall, they spin round the front of my brain before I can think of a reply.

"Well we can if you want George,"

"Okay!"

His happiness flows out with the way his words roll off the end of his tongue, he leads the way to a small booth in the back corner, baby pink seats and a washed out white table. I follow like a little duckling, watching as he sits down on the booth that faces the room.

I sit down opposite him, my gaze wondering to the cloudy beaches that fill the view. The wind swirls around peoples feet as they hold onto their hats and bags, afraid the wind will sweep them up.

A weight beside me dips, a heated presence enters the void around me as a smooth fabric rushes over my black jacket.

I look to my side to see George staring right back at me, an unreadable expression splattered across his gleaming eyes.

"You alright?"

I ask, my voice nearly lowered to whisper. I notice, just then, him fiddling with his hands uncontrollably under the table, I stop myself from reach out and locking them in with mine.

"Yeah that waitress was just staring at me weirdly but I also thought you were gonna sit next to me anyway but you didn't so-"

"Which one?"

My voice cold and stern, it makes his attention perk up as he looks around the small building. His eyes following someone when they suddenly appear at our table.

Eryn.

Her name tag place on a bright blue apron, it tied tightly around her waist. Black curls drooped into a messy bun, her pale skin looking almost white against the darkness of her hair. Freckles spread out around her button nose, bright pink lip gloss layered over her thin lips. I watch as her smile widens at the site of George.

He turns to me, an uncomfortable look rested in his eyes as he mouths out 'that one' — i immediately look up at her; she looks at me with a cold look before darting her eyes back to George,

"Soo what would ya like pretty?"

A sudden cross of rising anger boils in the pit of my stomach. Her eyes focusing on George as he leans into me, searching for a sense of safety and obviously trying to ignore the nickname.

Silence weighs down on my shoulders as I suffer in silence, watching her bite her pen between bright white teeth. She holds a note pad in the other hand, her pink finger nails curled around the edge.

"Strawberry ice cream, and two chocolate milkshakes...please"

A stuttering sentence breaks through the awkward silence — George , beside me, shifting away from her with every chance he gets.

I look between the two. Struggling to keep myself calm as I clench my fists into tight balls, my nails digging into my palms. She flutters her eyes lashes, a wink following not to long after. George tightens up, his whole body becoming tensed.