When we finally agreed on a truce, I looked around.
The kitchen was a mess.
Luckily, we cleaned up pretty fast, and and went to my room to take a break.
Not before eating some chocolate ice cream, of course.
I jumped onto my bed, lying down and letting out a sigh.
"That was fun."
Nathan laughed. "I agree." He said, leaning against the wall.
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.
