Raining Sunshine: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs {Flint x OC} [Rewrite]

Chapter 3

~BELLA P.O.V

Holy honey, this is amazing. I never Flint would think of snowing ice cream to help Earl give the best birthday ever to Cal, but I underestimated him.

I don't even know how he came up with it, but he wouldn't tell me his idea last night. Seems like Flint wanted to keep it a surprise for me as well.

Heading with Sam throughout the area, we spotted Flint looking at Earl and Cal in a mix of envy and sadness. Honestly... That hit me home a little bit, but I couldn't imagine how he felt.

Even though I never knew my father and my mother died a few back, Flint still had a family member left alive, but it didn't seem like the two were close at all, the two not understanding the other.

As Zuko would say, that's rough buddy.

But Sam and I soon reached him... And I forgot to mention that she's starting to get suspicious about my feelings for Flint, considering the fact I've been spending half of every day in his lab.

"Flint!" I called, causing him to jump toward us, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. I laughed shyly for a moment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I apologized as he lowered his arms.

Sam placed her hands on her hips. "Flint, this is amazing. Designing the ice cream to accumulate into scoops, I don't know how you're gonna top this,"

Flint thought for a moment. "Maybe with hot fudge," he joked, bursting out laughing at his joke.

Sam looked at him unamused, clearly not finding the joke funny. I crossed my arms, chuckling slightly at his joke. When Flint realized we were laughing, he stopped and smiled embarrassed.

"Hey, Flint,"

Flint did the defensive thing with his hands again as we looked over to Cal, standing close by with a friend of his. "You wanna be in a snowball fight with us?" he asked.

I noticed that Flint took a step back nervously. "Flint, what's wrong?"

"I-I've never actually been in a snowball fight," Flint admitted.

Sam and I looked at him in shock. "Really?" she questioned.

"I-I don't even know the rules. Is there like a point system or is it..." he trailed off before his eyes widened. "To the death?"

I snorted, trying to hold in my laugh. "No... Not that," I giggled, covering my mouth.

Flint glanced over to me with a small smile before Sam huffed slightly. "You've never--? I mean, look, even Steve is throwing chocolate snowballs," she pointed over Steve.

We looked over and saw Steve throwing what appeared to be chocolate snowballs... But we realized that it wasn't that. The three of us looked away, both disgusted and uncomfortable. "Oh..." Sam muttered.

"Mmm," Flint hummed.

"Eck," I gagged, shivering in disgust.

"So... Like this?" Flint asked, picking up a ball of mint ice cream and barely chucking it five feet in front of him. "Egh,"

"No, harder than that," Sam advised, and I nodded in agreement.

Flint looked straight ahead, something seemingly clicking in his head. "Oh..." he muttered after a few moments of silence.

Just in a flash, Flint dashed forward, grabbing a bunch of ice cream and making them into snowballs, starting to hit Cal while saying. "Snowball. Snowball, snowball, snowball, snowball,"

The two of us watched in shock as he dashed around, hitting people with ice cream balls while yelling. "Snowball,"

"Well, something to be said for enthusiasm," I commented, chuckling in disbelief.