The List

35. "Don't even lie."

35. "Don't even lie."

After Connor and I had a depressing but much needed talk, we decided that we needed to do something to lift the mood. So we found Aimee, and had a dance party in the lounge. Connor plugged his speakers into the TV, so that the music would be really loud.

Meg wanted to finish some work but said she'd go to her room, and Matt and Lauren were at work.

It is safe to say the spirits were well and truly lifted. We danced until we had lost our breath and had to collapse on the sofas instead of jump up and down on them.

It gets to around 5, and I tell Connor that I have to go as Harry had booked a table for us to go out to dinner.

"I'm going out for dinner with Harry," I say, pulling my Converse back on to my feet.

"But I thought you were-. Never mind," he says stopping himself.

I look confused at him, but he doesn't say anything, so I brush it off.

He too pulls on some shoes which he had left near the door mat.

"Ready," he asks, standing back up.

"Yeah. Bye Aims, bye Meg," I wave to the mother and daughter who were cuddled up on the sofa watching the Lion King.

"Bye Em," Meg waves.

"Bye Emmy," Aimee says not looking over, as she is clearly too engrossed in the film.

*

"Shall we get ice cream," I ask on the way back to mine.

"I thought you were going out for dinner," he laughs.

"Connor," I starts seriously, "There is ALWAYS room for ice cream. It's not exactly gonna fill me up."

Before he has a chance to say anything, I cross the road, and run towards "The Perfect Scoop."

Due to my short legs and inexperienced running skills, Connor catches up with me pretty quickly, grabbing my waist, twisting me round. He smiles before grabbing my hand, as we walked into the fairly empty ice cream shop.

"Hi, how can I help you," the cashier asks as we approach the counter.

"Hi, can we get 2 cones, one with a chocolate chip scoop and one with a," I stop, looking at Con, waiting for him to answer,

"And one with vanilla please," he answers.

"That'll be £3," he says, before Connor has a chance to even pull out any money, I hand over a £3 to the man.

"Thanks Em," he says kissing my forehead, wrapping his arm round my shoulder.

The cashier behind the counter gives us our ice creams telling us to have a good day.

"You're so boring," I say, as we leave the shop.

"Am not, vanilla is one of the best," he retorts.

"No way; out of every single flavour in there, vanilla definitely isn't the best," I comment.

"Vanilla all the way," he says, waving his ice cream in my face.

I make a face, licking my chocolate chip ice cream.

"Vanilla is just so, plain. Like it's good once in a while and that's about it."

*

"What are you doing at college Con," I ask.

"Well I think I want to do something that helps less fortunate people," he explains, "I'm not sure what yet, but I still have time," I smile at him.