The Hungergamessin House

4. Zoe's (MY) POV

I'm at an ice cream place with Baylee. Our first real "out-of-the-house" date. 

"I'm so glad we finally made it out here. Normally we're both too lazy to leave the house." I smile. I feel like I should laugh at that, but it's just not a powerful enough joke to make me actually laugh. Besides, it was my own joke. And a bad one. "I'll go order, you want mint chocolate chip too, right?"

"Of course!" She grins at me. "What else would I want?" She sticks her tongue out, which makes me snicker. "Plain vanilla??"

"Of course not. I'll go order, you sit here and enjoy yourself." 

I walk over, ask for two mint chocolate chip ice creams, both medium size, hand the cashier the money, and walk back over. Baylee has been looking out the window singing to herself. I hand her her ice cream, and sit down.  

She takes a bite and says "Thanks!"

"Don't thank me, thank the ice cream shop owner." 

"Ice..." She pauses. "Crem."

Inside joke. That's what she calls ice cream. And she knows it sounds ridiculous. We both start laughing, and then I ask "You enjoying your...crem?" 

"Yes. It's great." 

"I'm so glad." What, I am, I get insecure and I'm honestly glad to hear she's enjoying herself with me. 

She starts humming Hamilton. Guns & Ships, to be exact. I start rapping, and then we both start rapping, and then we start laughing, and singing other Hamilton songs, and this is awesome and totally joyful and fantastic.

You know, I'm still so amazed she said yes.   

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I wrote this! Anyone who is a Salty Waffle can add to this fanfic, all you have to do is email your draft - from your POV - to zoefblog("at" symbol)gmail.com!

- Zoe