|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV—
"I think, I like him." I admitted to Tom, scooping some vanilla ice cream.
I smiled at the customer, interacting with them for a quick couple of seconds. Then turning back to Tom, again.
"What happened yesterday?" He questioned. "Well, first we went to the mall, and then skatepark, he let me ride on his back as he went down the ramps. It was quite scary." I laughed, at the small memory.
Tom didn't say anything, only staring at me.
"After that, we spray-painted some of the tunnels. A cop caught us, so we ran to the park on Brooklyn, you know the one with the playground, and then a huge field?" I brought up the place, remembering how often we used to go there together.
"Yeah, I remember it." He smiled, at me. He was starting to twiddle with his thumbs, his smile. It was different.
"Tom, are you okay?" I took a step towards him.
"Fine, tell me more." He encouraged me, patting my shoulder.
"There really isn't much more, we got wet by some sprinklers. Moved to a dry spot, and then he kissed me. Sprinklers came back on. He didn't care though, then we got caught by little kids at the playground and came back." I quickly explained.
"That's great, Nova." He says, monotoned. Staring off into space.
He seemed... off. But, I figured I'd just let it be. I turned back around, towards the register. Our jobs, here were going to switch to only once a week. Due to school.
At least, we could start looking at ice cream the way we did before.
My eyesight moved to the door, hearing the bells jingling. I looked down at my hands, seeing Nate walk in.
"Hey." He greeted me, leaning his elbows against the counter. "Hi." I began, to tap my fingers anxiously. "You got plans tomorrow?"
"Not essentially, but school is on Monday. Tomorrow is Sunday." I mentioned. "Im having a pool party, and my house with a couple of friends. Are you guys down?" He asks, both Tom and I.
"I need to ask you, one important question Nate." Tom walked up to him, in a serious matter. Pressing his hands, together against his mouth.
"Oh, here we go." I sighed.
"That is?" Nate says, a bit worried. Tom places a dramatic hand on Nate's shoulder. Making deep eye contact. To me, it was looking like he was about to kiss him.
Sorry.
"Will there be girls?" Tom finally asked.
"Oh my fucking god." I rolled my eyes
"You can invite all the girls, you want." Nate nodded. "Nova, invite girls." Tom whips his head towards me. "I don't know any!" I defended.
"How many friends do you have?" Tom asks Nate, more questions. "It's just the three from the other day. So more of a gathering, rather than a party."
"Okay, so then Nova. Invite four girls, I don't need too many ovaries. Just a fair share." Tom gave me a thumbs up. "You know, if you said that to any other girl. She would've punched you?"
"I dare you."
"Okay!" Nate stopped me from pummeling, into Tom's face.
"You see this?!" I flexed my right arm. "You see this?" Tom flexes the same arm, a little ball forming. Way bigger than mine. Crap.
"I bet Nate's stronger than you." I crossed my arms.
"Okay wait, this is a great way to make tips."
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I was now, holding two tip jars. One of them is for Nate, and the other one is for Tom. It was literally just arm wrestling. But, the customers seemed really into it.
"What the hell?" Ben walks out, from the back. "Don't shut this down." I pleaded to him. "Can I know what this is?" He overlooks the situation.
"Arm wrestling, for cash." I shrugged. "Can I get a cut?" Ben whispers. "Sure, whatever." I waved him off. "Okay wait!" I stopped Nate and Tom.
They both turned to look at me.
"Sleeves up." I told them. Tom and Nate, roll their sleeves up to their shoulders. Clasping hands, getting ready to get into position.
"Go." I stood in front of the table, my eyes widened. Seeing the sudden, tense up in both of their arms. "Oh damn, y'all wasn't playing." It was an unreal strength, shared by both sides.
Tom's hand, began leaning against the table. It was just about to be put down before he gained himself back. Becoming steady, again. "Almost." Nate chuckled.
"Not quite." Tom shakes his head.
They started trembling, as a couple minutes went by. Someone had to tap out, by now. "I bet if John Cena, was here he would've kicked both their sorry asses." I said, to Ben.
"No doubt." Ben agreed.
"Tap out." Nate says, strained. "You first." Tom says, back. Nate grunted, all the muscles in his arm going limp. Tom stood up, in proud victory.
"My turn!" I sat in Tom's chair, everyone looked at me weirdly. "I wanna wrestle the loser." I pointed to Nate. "Any bets?" Tom questioned the customers.
No one bet on me winning, sexism I tell you.
"Wow, okay watch." I aligned my hand with Nate's. "I'm not arm wrestling with you." Nate sang. "You wrestled with a girl-lookin' dude." I mentioned.
"Hey!" Tom shouts, offended.
"Okay, Nova." Nate gave in, clasping my hand with his. I was probably going to lose, I knew that. But hey, whatever!
I put my whole mindset, on just my arm. My eyes squinting at Nate, in struggle. "You're going easy on me. I can tell." I nodded.
—TOM POV—
"Must suck then, hm?" Ben nudges me.
"Hm?" I hummed, confused. "Oh that, Nova doesn't love you back."
I choked on a cough, rubbing the midst of my throat. "What?" I responded, dryly. "Save it, lover boy." He rolls his eyes, at me.
I ignored him, focusing on Nova struggling to not curse out Nate, for winning. It was funny when she got mad, just because of the way her eye began to twitch at you.
"Tell her, before it's too late." Ben advises. I bit on my bottom lip.
