"I AM THE CHAMPION MY FRIEND!?! I KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!? I AM THE CHAMPION, I AM THE CHAMPION!! NO TIME FOR LOSERS!! CAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!?!" I belted out the lyrics of 'We Are the Champions', with both my fist in the air circling around -like a real champion- our lane in the bowling alley, not even caring about the looks I got from the people on the next lane or behind. I stopped in front of a very amused Ethan and stuck my tongue out at him.
"I am the winner..." I said in a sing-song voice, "And you are the loser." I pointed at him.
"That's because I let you win." I gaped at him.
"Of course not!"
"You're being a sore loser the past 7 rounds so I decided to let you win on this one." He said nonchalantly, sipping on his-- no no no, 'my' Sprite.
"No! I am the winner."
"Yes. Winner of this round, but I am the champion." He smirked, looking at the monitor that has our score flashing on it. And true to his words, there's only one line beside my name and seven on his. Maybe he did let me win on this round.
Nah
I scoffed and to keep my pride intact, I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Maybe karma hates you, and its letting you fall to your doom." I said sassily, still standing in front of him with my arms crossed he looked up at me.
"Maybe I am."
Maybe I am.
Maybe I am?
What does that mean you bitch?
Instead of asking more and causing more confusion, I just rolled my eyes.
"Since you're the 'champion'.." I started making air quotations when I said 'champion', "You should treat me some ice cream."
"Aren't you supposed to be the one to treat me some ice cream, because you obviously lost?" Ethan asked cockily with an eyebrow raise.
We somehow ended up on some ice cream stall where you can get your own ice cream, put your own toppings and decide your own syrup and they're gonna weigh it so you can pay.
"Can I like get both flavours at the same cup? I'm not in favor of discrimination." I asked no one in particular as I held my cup and stare straight at the machine --that will soon give me what I want.
"Of course, do you need any help?" The ice cream guy asked as he stood beside me, but before I can nod I felt a hand snake around my waist and a deep voice.
"I can help her myself." I rolled my eyes. Rude, as always.
I gave Ethan my cup and watch him pull a small lever in the middle, I was about to protest when I saw both colors come out and into my cup. I squealed when Ethan made that perfect swirl, ah! that's what I live for.
"Go put your toppings." Ethan looked at me amusedly but I can't help it as I practically bounced to the front of the stall and sprinkled some chocolate chips, m&m's, small marshmallows, rice crisps, sprinkles and of course chocolate and vanilla syrup --a 'little bit' of both.
"Wow! Your toppings are swimming!" Ethan joked as he put his cup on the little scale. Compared to mine his ice cream looked normal with just the perfect swirl and perfect amount of toppings and syrup while mine, looked like an island with overflowing and -indeed- swimming toppings on the syrup that the perfect swirl that Ethan made is almost covered. My thoughts were cut short when I heard laughter and looked up at Ethan who patted my head.
"You don't look satisfied with your ice cream." Ethan said and I pouted. I was so not.
"Is there something else you want to add?" Asked the ice cream guy with a smile and I heard Ethan grunt from beside me so I elbowed his stomach, which didn't even faze him.
"But I already weighed mine."
"For free?" The ice cream guy asked suggestively and I smile at him.
"Really?"
"Knock yourself out." I rushed to the stall again and raked my eyes around the table of toppings and saw a bunch of small cookies. I took three and line them perfectly in my ice cream and finished it with a cherry on top.
"Done!" I exclaimed. I went to the front again and was about to hand the ice cream guy a ten dollar bill when Ethan beat me to it, handing his credit card to the guy, "I thought I was gonna pay?" I asked.
"I never let a girl pay, on a date." He shrugged and put his credit card back to his wallet. I dunno why but I love the sound of that. Date. With him.
Since when did I become a lovesick highschooler?
"Do you always take girls bowling on a date?" I asked curiously as we walked away from the stall after the ice cream guy handed me a bunch of 'tish' (👈you should know what 'tish' means)
"Not really. I never take girls on a date." He said as he swayed me away and practically saved me from the incoming garbage can.
"What? really?" I asked looking up from my ice cream.
"Yep. We usually just make out." He said so casually but I still choked on my ice cream. He patted my back as I clutch my head, I didn't know ice cream is chocking hazard and just add brain freeze.
"Oh God! you'll be the death of me!" I exclaimed punching his shoulder once I got over it.
"I'm kidding! I usually take girls to some known restaurant."
"I would walk out on you after I slap you if you do take me to some fancy restaurant."
"Really?" He asked chuckling.
"Yes, really."
"Why? I mean girls love that shit, right?"
"Most girls, yeah. But I think it's the thought and the memories that counts, like my first date."
"What about it?"
"My date's not much of a gentleman." I said scrunching my nose in distaste.
"What'd he do?" He asked again, extremely interested.
"He didn't even pretend to suck in bowling and lose for me, instead he beat me and called me a loser. Although he did pay for my ice cream.." I trailed off.
"This is your first date?" Ethan asked as he sat comfortably beside me on a bench inside the mall.
"Yeah."
"I thought it was when we went to the amusement park?" He joked.
"That's a date?"
"Well.. you can consider it one.." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck and I smiled at him.
"Nah, today's much better." I said scooping the remnants of ice cream in my cup.
"C'mon." He said, taking a hold of my arm as he stood up.
"Where?"
"Laser Tag, to make this date your best first date ever."
