AC: Modern One Shots

I hate this Heat!~ Malik and Altair

It was an inferno that day.

Altair and Malik were waiting by the shade of a tree. They were outside the local middle school, waiting for Malik's younger brother to come out from school. He'd been given detention and so the two older boys had to go pick him up once he'd served it.

"I bet he gets this recklessness from you. The ideas you put into his head.", Malik said as he lent against a car.

Altair shook his head, it was much too hot to wear his usual hoodie so he had to sacrifice it. "I don't tell him to do these things. He does them on his own.", he proclaimed.

"I still blame you. We wouldn't be suffering in this heat if you hadn't shown him those movies. Now he thinks he's some sort of spy.", Malik spoke as he wiped his forehead.

"You up for some ice cream?", Altair tried to bribe his friend. "There's a truck over there, just around the corner.", he pointed to the other end of the street.

Malik looked up and saw the blue ice cream truck, it's bottom windows filled with candy and cheap toys.

He smirked. "How much money do you have?"

"Me? I thought you would have some money. I got- ," Altair searched through his pockets, "I have a pack of melted gum, receipt from earlier this week, and 68 cents."

The other teen scoffed. "Why would you ask if I was up for ice cream if you don't have any money?"

Altair shrugged. "You usually have more than me."

Malik checked through his pockets in search of money. He found 75 cents. "All together, that would make 1.43, enough for one ice cream, I guess."

"Wait.", Altair stood up from where he was sitting, "What about those fruit popsicles we used to buy as kids, they were at least 50 cents. Small, but better than nothing."

Fine.

They had at least enough for that. Those little popsicles were amazing when they were children. The colors varied from blue to red and on rare occasions, they found someone who sold the lemony white popsicles.

Together, they walked toward the ice cream truck, the heat stung their backs as they did.

The next few things that followed were quite unintentional but in a matter of seconds, Malik was pulling at Altair, trying to stop the boy from crawling in through the window and beating up the ice cream guy.

Turns out he went to the same school as the duo and sold ice cream as a part time job. He didn't really like Altair all that much and cared even less for Malik.

"Give me a damn pop!", Altair growled as his friend pulled him away. "Let go of me! I can walk on my own just fine."

They went back to the shade of the tree, where they were at just moments ago.

"There's a liquor store just a few minutes away. I'll see what I can get for 1.43", Malik said.

Altair grinned, "2.43, I snatched a buck from that idiot in the ice cream truck."

Malik gave him an unsure face but it quickly turned into a smile when Altair handed the dollar to him. "I'll be back in a bit. Try not to do anything idiotic."

Easier said than done.

Once Malik left, Altair was glaring daggers to the other teen in the ice cream truck. He was a few houses down, far enough from Altair that he could see him through the window.

He had a popsicle in his hand. The teen was taunting Altair. Every lick made to that cold mango flavored popsicle sent a rage through his veins.
Poor Altair had to turn around, leaning against the car that was parked in front of them and facing the other way.