The Culinary Massacre

date tim 3

Obama pov

I laugh so hard we get dirty stares from others in the restaurant. I haven't laughed this hard since my wife was here.
"You're so funny." I say.
"Ahh no I just know what to say." He says. He's blushing like crazy and so am I.
We are almost done with our food. It was awesome and I just can't help but feel..something for Husky.
"God I'm done but I don't want to stop spending time with you." He says.
"How about we go to that ice cream parlor down the street?" I offer to him.
I've been going there but I've only gone with my wife and Cornelius. No one else. I just feel comfortable around him.
"Sure." He says smiling. I already paid so we get up and I take his hand.
I guide him out but there is a line of cars. The line  stretches for what looks like miles.
I ask the valet boy what's going on.
"There was a massive car crash with a 50 car pile up. All of the roads are blocked due to it. It's not expected to clear for another 5 hours." He says.
"Oh. That's ok." I say.
"What are we going to do?" Husky asks looking up at me.
"I'll get us a room at a hotel but for now let's just get ice cream." I say pulling him to the ice cream parlor.
We entered the shop and it smelled of sweets. It looks just like the day I lost my wife.
One time she made me laugh so hard the milkshake came out of my nose.
I take his hand and guide him over to the counter. He looks at me then looks at the flavors.
"What would you gentlemen like?" The boy behind the counter asks.
"One scoop in a waffle cone of cookies and cream please." I say then he looks over to Husky.
"One scoop in a waffle cone of strawberry please." He says. I wrap my arm around his waist and he starts to blush.
He raises a shaky hand to take his cone and then I take mine. I insist I should pay but he pays anyway. I led him to a booth and we sit on opposite sides.
He is looking at me but when I make eye contact he blushes and looks away.
"How is it?" I ask.
"It's good but shouldn't we take these to go so we can get a hotel room?" He says, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure." I say standing and helping him up. He's cute. I can admit that. I know I have feelings but I still like Harry.
I take his hand and we start walking to the nearest hotel.
"Does yours taste good? I've never had cookies and cream." He says looking up at me.
"Do you want to taste it?" I ask.
"Uh s-sure." He stutters. (Authors note: he's so fucking pathetic and a little bitch)
I take a big lick and kiss him. He seems surprised but kisses back. I pull away and he's a blushing mess.
"You're such a cocky asshole." He laughs.
"Weird compliment but accurate." I laugh taking his hand again. I soon finish my ice cream and he finishes his and I throw away our napkins in a nearby trash can.
I wrap my arm around his shoulders and continue walking