The Ice Cream Man

Part Three

An Ice Cream Lady. With a glass figurine and fruit sorbet. Holding an umbrella. "Don't" She takes Ice Cream Boy's hand and brings him inside. 

"You shouldn't have done that" He says. 

"I didn't want the only person of my kind to go"

"But you don't know me"

"Well I can't if you're dead. Why did you want to do that?" Ice Cream Boy stays quiet. Ice Cream Lady looks at his arms. "What happened?" but he still remains quiet. "I saved your life. I at least deserve a reply"

"I didn't want you to save me"

"Were you bullied too?"

"What does it look like?" He holds out his arm, revealing the scars. "Wait, you were bullied?"

"Yeah... Even considered doing what you did, but I don't know. I just couldn't"

They continued talking to each other about their experiences. For the first time, Ice Cream Boy had someone to talk to. Someone who could relate. 

Night fell and they went out for a walk. 

"Oh my god, guys! It's Chicken Ice Cream! And his new friend" The bullies were back. They called out names and were laughing. But Ice Cream Boy kept a strong face. 

"Are you okay? We could turn around if you want" Ice Cream Lady offers.

"No. It's fine" They continue walking. Ignoring them. The bullies keep insulting. Pulling faces, making fun. Ice Cream Boy is at boiling point. Clenching his fist and jaw. Until he relaxes. Letting it go. That is when he realized it didn't matter what they said. 

That is when he became Ice Cream Man. 

----- few years later ------

Ice Cream Man hears the door slam and crying. "Ice Cream Girl? What happened?" Ice Cream Man asked.

"T-these girls kept making fun of me" She sobs.

"Look, father had these problems too when I was your age. All you have to do is ignore them. And don't for a second believe what they say". 

"And so what if we're different?"