About The Boy

2 • Shitty-Ass Sundae

I was the driver.

And technically, the only half-sane one in the car.

"EVERYTHING IS BLUE!" Cleo began, throwing her hands up in the air, and soon, the whole car was filled with screeches as the song picked up the chorus thanks to her, Alexis and Z. Thank God I didn't know the song, else, I would be screeching along with them – and just like my size, my voice was two times theirs.

"BLUEEEEEE!" Z screamed into the air, hands up in the air, and dancing like Drake on steroids in the backseat.

I almost face-palmed myself, but my hands were preoccupied because they were on thje stirring wheel. And as much as I felt embarrassed, yet sorta proud, because I had these kind of BFF's, I didn't want to die.

"And now were tearing through the pages and the ink. . ." Cleo took a deep dramatic pause, then, "EVERYTHING IS BL –"

"Shut up you damn fucker!" Alexis yelled through the music, and one glance at the rearview mirror told me that she threw one of my sacred Mars bars at Cleo's face.

I took breath, gripping the stirring wheel harder before muttering, "That fucktard. . . " then said in a normal-pitched voice, "YOU FUCKIN' OWE ME TWO DOLLARS, LEX!"

"OH, SHUT UP," she said in that loud, deep grumble. "I GAVE YOU A BOX – NO, SCRATCH THAT – BOXES OF THAT FOR CHRISTMAS."

A small moment went by, before, "THAT WASN'T FROM THE BOX YOU GAVE ME."

Another small moment.

"WE ARE THE NEW AMERICANA!" Z broke the moment and hair flipped right behind the driver's seat. "HIGH ON LEGAL –"

"Keep singing," I cut her off, "and I swear, I'll send James that video from New Year's Eve."

"Which one?" Alexis asked. "The one by the pool. Or the one in the dining room?"

"There's another one." Cleo piped in. "You know? In Alli's room."

I shrugged, glancing briefly at them. "Probably all."

That shut them all up. And so, we drove to the mall in silence, surprising me a bit, as Halsey played on the radio.

* * *

"I'm heading to the bookstore," was the first thing Z said before running off with Dawn in tow.

"Denise and I are coming with you!" Cleo yelled at Z while running towards them, Denise in tow.

"Natalie and I are gonna go and see if there's any stores selling Nirvana shit." Alexis said in a dull tone, grabbing Natalie by the arm and went towards the entrance.

"I'm gonna go with you," Aires said. "Maybe I'll find some tank tops I can wear. Because it's hot as fuck, bitches."

With that they started walking away.

Yeah leave the fat girl, bitches, I thought, then sighed and made a bee-line to the nearest store that sold decent food – also known as, "Ice Cream, Creamed Ice, whatever."

* * *

The parlor was cold, obviously, since they sold ice cream.

Chillax was near empty, with only an old couple occupying a booth in one corner and a young one occupying another booth in one corner. There wasn't a line by the counter – score! – and manning it was Melanie, a friend of my brother's and the spoiled yet nice heiress of Chillax. She was, pun intended, totally chill and made the best double-scoop dark chocolate banana split like you wouldn't believe.