It Doesn't Even Matter

Dancing with the rain

Tonight was definitely one of my new favorite nights. "So Max, why don't you tell the audience what you've just won!" Oliver says holding out his ice cream cone at me like it's a fake microphone and he's some game show host from the seventies.

"Shut up." I say acting annoyed at him, shoving one of his shoulders so he sways. It's not believable though, I'm smiling too much and Brit's laughing and it's been too good of a night.

"Seriously though, congrats man."

"You've said that already."

"Soooooooo..... what are you going to do about it? I might just keep saying-" I shove his shoulder again a little harder this time and he actually does fall onto his side in the booth. Oliver sits up frowning at his ice cream and I feel sort of bad until he suddenly knocks mine out of my hand and the rest of his into my face.

"Dude!" This time I can't even act frustrated with him for a second. I'm laughing too hard for that, we all are. "I can't believe you just-" Suddenly a kid a few tables down lets out a high pitched scream and I flinch turning to look. It's obvious what happened before his brother even speaks.

"Ice cream fight!" He screams not paying attention to his brother or upset parents at all, throwing another handful in our general direction. A girl at a table behind there's eyes light up.

"Oh god, we are so getting thrown out of this ice cream shop now." Brit says shriveling in her seat a little to duck her head. I glance at Oliver and we hold eye contact for a moment both clearly thinking the same thing.

"Can't get thrown out if you've already run." Oliver mumbles barely above a whisper.

"What." Brit perks up right as Oliver dives out of the booth and I push up after him grabbing her hand. "Guys!" She hasn't noticed the manager on the phone yet or the very angry-looking father moving in our direction but we have. "Guys!" She yells out a little louder this time as I pull her along with me out of the store.

"Come on Brit keep moving I think that manager was on with the cops!" Oliver laughs looking back at us his face illuminated by the street lights.

"She was not! You two are being ridiculous!" Brit replies rolling her eyes as she runs along with us anyway.

"Can't stay and find out, Oliver's still on probation." Oliver glares at me and then nods not taking me breaking the news all that seriously. His face turning into a grin like a Cheshire Cat facing the other direction to keep running. We're twelve and Oliver's about to turn fourteen. Tonight never happened, a pact in a graveyard to take it to our graves, too bad the cops showed up at his apartment an hour later.

"What did you do?" Brit asks panting out of breath when we finally stop a couple of blocks later after there are never any sirens.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yeah I sort of would actually that's why I-" Oliver leans in to whisper something in her ear and her mouth falls open. "You're joking!" Oliver shakes his head at her and I can't help wondering what he said for her to have that type of look on her face. "You're joking, he's joking right?" She says turning to look at me like I have any idea what he just told her. Definitely not the truth... right... no way. Luckily I don't have to think for too long because Oliver starts laughing and I know the answer.

"God Brit, you're so gullible, of course not."

"That's not funny."

"You're right, it's not. You actually thought I did that?"

"No psh, of course not that's why I kept saying that you had to be joking."

"I'll try not to be offended. You guys want a ride home? My car is at the park up here, free parking."