Cruel Summer : Connor Bedard

11- ice cream date

Brookes pov

I woke up the next morning in Connor's arms. He still hasn't woke up and yet he still managed to make me the little spoon while he was asleep. I turned around and curled up in Connor's arms trying not to wake him up. He stared to shuffle and he held me closer then before, so I did the same. I ran my hand through his hair and turned it around my fingers.

"Brooke?" He grumbled softly.

"Yeah Connor? What's up." I stop playing with his hair and looked up at him.

"Do you want to get ice cream?" He looked down at me like a little child on Christmas morning.

"What, ice cream this early in the morning?"

"Chocolate and dinosaur bones ice cream to be specific. But yes. Please Brooke." Oh my lord he's begging again.

"Fine let's go. As long as I get my double chocolate mouse and vanilla. Deal?"

"Deal. let's go."

I got on a pair of Nike pro shorts and one of my old shirts that I leave here in case of emergency. It was a burgundy red Oklahoma shirt I got at urban planet, my dream school. Connor was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a shirt. It's the guys hole personality, playing for the pats and shit like that. Yes I grateful that's he's amazing and I know that he will get in to a great collage and NHL team. But I wish that he could wear something normal like a Walmart shirt not a crazy expensive work out shirt for our hockey team.

I opened my blinds and the still hadn't rise. I look over to Connor and him putting in his black shoes that don't really go with his outfit but I don't dare say, even though the white would look better.

"Connor what time is it? The sun still hasn't had the chance to rise."

"Just 5:38 in the morning. Why?"

"You woke me up at 5:30 in the morning together ice cream. Bud, really?" I don't even know what to say. He's worse then a pregnant woman with a bad pregnancy craving for ice cream. It's like a drug for him.

"I thought it would be nice date. Ice cream and a sunrise. Think about it the sunrise is my favourite time of the day." He begged even more, the little puppy eyes and his sweet smile I can't say no. Plus it's not only his favourite time of the day but also mine favourite time of the day.

"Fine. Let's go."  We put on jackets and held hands as we walked out the door. 

Definitely a shorter chapter. I did write this the night of the Super Bowl so family is going wild. I hope you all in joy. sorry for all the errors in this chapter.