𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟏

ELENA

As I approached Claire's front door, I couldn't help but feel a little excited. Visiting Claire always meant a mix of chaos and fun, and today seemed no different. I rang the doorbell, and before I could even lower my hand, I heard Claire's voice shouting from inside, "It's open!"

I pushed the door open and stepped into the familiar warmth of her home. The scent of something sweet wafted through the air, and I followed it to the kitchen. There, Claire stood with a mischievous grin, holding what looked like an ice cream cone. But as I got closer, I realized it wasn't just any ice cream cone.

"You have got to try this," Claire said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I learned how to make it yesterday, and I'm obsessed!" She held up the cone, and I stifled a laugh as I saw it was shaped like a very realistic erection.

"Claire, seriously?" I couldn't help but giggle, shaking my head at her antics.

She shrugged, unbothered by my reaction. "Hey, it's hilarious and delicious. Two of my favorite things. Come on, you have to try it!" She extended the cone towards me, her grin widening.

I took the cone from her, the coldness of the ice cream contrasting with the heat in my cheeks. Claire's unapologetic boldness always had a way of catching me off guard. I hesitated for a moment, then took a tentative lick, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Claire watched me with an expectant look, and I finally burst into laughter. "This is... definitely something," I said between giggles.

She joined in my laughter, clearly pleased with her creation. "I know, right? It's ridiculous, but it's so good. I've been experimenting with different flavors and shapes. This one's vanilla with a hint of strawberry."

I nodded, taking another bite. The ice cream was actually delicious, despite its unconventional shape. As we continued to eat and chat, I marveled at Claire's ability to bring levity and humor into any situation. It was one of the things I loved most about her.

"Only you, Claire," I said, shaking my head fondly. "Only you could turn a simple ice cream cone into... this."

She winked at me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "That's why you love me."
Claire grinned, holding up her phone, ready to capture every moment. "Alright, Elena, let's have some fun with this. First, give the ice cream a good, playful lick. I'll take a picture."

Feeling a bit embarrassed but going along with it, I leaned in and gave the ice cream a playful lick. Claire snapped the photo, her laughter echoing through the room.

"Now, suck on it like you're really enjoying it," she urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I'll take another picture."

I glanced at her, feeling a mix of amusement and awkwardness. "Seriously, Claire?"
"Just do it! It'll be hilarious," she insisted, phone at the ready.

With a reluctant smile, I sucked on the ice cream, exaggerating the motion for the camera. Claire captured the moment, her laughter bubbling up as she looked at the photo.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Now, take a bite and look at me."

I bit into the ice cream, feeling the cold contrast sharply with my flushed face. Claire snapped another picture, clearly delighted with our little photo session.

"Send these to Zade," she said, handing me her phone. "And caption them with something cheeky like, 'Don't I look cute with it?' and 'I like the real thing better.'"

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to play along. I sent the photos to Zade, adding the playful captions Claire suggested. His response was swift and teasing: