CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Ice Cream Cone (Ian).

The soft droplets from the sun dabble around on the outer layer of your skin, soaking into  your porous cells. 

You bury your toes in the fine sand. The warmth surrounds your feet. The distant screams from playing children let you know this beach is a safe area. You swipe your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose and lay back, taking in all the UV rays.

It's been one week since Joey dumped you. The thought both stings and rises anger in you. He was prefect company. He was pushing you to the craved social life. You used to run your fingers down his sculpted jawline before kissing his creamy lips.

You knit your brows and bite your lip. It still hurts, but it's degrading being dumped for being 'boring.'

Something round pokes at your shoulder, startling you into a jump.

You sit up to see a cackling Ian.

"You're so easy to scare!" He claps uncontrollably.

"Give me a break." You whack his shins, but he doesn't react due to your weak muscles.

You grip the sand with your toes as if helps you to stand. "So, what are you doing here?"

He shields the sun with a bent arm. "You kidding? I'm always here. There's a cute lifeguard that I'm spying on."

"Okay, stalker." The sun beats down on your sweaty back.

"Hey, now. It's not as bad as you think. We're actually friends."

"Oh, so he's gay, too?" You step back and giggle.

"Of course! I don't stalk straight guys!"

"Whatever, Ian. You want to get some ice cream? It's right around the corner." You point past his shoulder.

He lights up. "Of course I do!"

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"Mint definitely wins over Cotton Candy." You argue over ice cream flavors.

Your giant cone bubbles over with the puffy scoops of mint and cotton candy.

"You're wrong, I'm tellin' ya." Resting a gentle smile on his milky cheeks, he drops his tongue from his mouth, taking a substantial lick from the mint side.

"Ian!" You smack the backside of his head, making his face splash in the ice cream. Only his eyes mobilized themselves, glancing up at your concealed giggle. An intimidating hybrid of rage and glee washes over his expression.

He picks his face up, revealing the paint-dipped nose you'd caused. 

"You're so gonna get it!" He licks around his mouth.

You tense you cheeks, showing off the deep indentations people call dimples.

Ian lunges at you, swiping the air, searching for a bit of fabric he can take you down with. You spring back, trying your best to stabilize the ice cream.

His next attack is to run at you. Gears turning in his head and feet starting up, you pivot around for a head start.

That's when you spot the rugged, tan, tall body, glaring at you from 12 feet away. Stopping in your tracks, the color drains from your face at the sight of his lean stature beaming at you.

Ian crashes into your back, making an "OOhh" in pain.

You whip around to see him bracing his nose, must've been where the direct hit was. You grip the fabric on your back, checking it for ice cream.

"Yep. Nice." You laugh at the green dot brushed on your shoulder blade.

Joey's bright blue eyes are probably lazer-burning the green dot right now.