The next day
"Hey, what brought you here?" I smiled, leaning against the door frame, looking at him.
"What, can't I visit my favorite person?" He asked teasingly.
I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Come in." I said, turning so he couldn't see my burning cheeks.
I'm his favorite person.
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"What do you want to do today?" I asked lazily, jumping onto the bed.
"We could bake?" He suggested.
I felt the corners of my mouth pulling up.
"That's a great idea!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the kitchen.
YOU ARE READING
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.
