His front door swings open. "Hey," I smile.
"Hey." He smiles back.
"Has the pizza arrived?" I asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. " he rolled his eyes, still smiling. "Come in. "
"Guess what movie I brought," I said, waving the disc in his face once I stepped into his house.
He glanced at the disc and groaned. "Really? Of all movies, you pick that one?"
"Of course! I love it, so you have to watch it with me." I say, my lips pulling up into a smile.
"Fine." He mutter, then proceeded to sit on the couch. I walked to the CD player and took out the movie from its case, placing it onto the CD player and pushing it in.
Nathan pats the space next to him and motions me over.
I jumped onto the couch and grabbed a slice of pizza as the opening song of Frozen Heart plays.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "You better not finish all the pizza. "
"No promises Nathaniel. No promises."
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Short StoryTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
