"Christ, they have flavors as strange as 'placenta' and 'balls dipped in gravy,' and you get sodding vanilla. Not vanilla with sprinkles, or vanilla with chocolate, just plain, bloody vanilla," Tyler shakes his head in complete and utter disbelief, throwing his hand in the air, and Jacob kicks him from under the picnic table for it.
"If he wants vanilla, he can have vanilla, for god's sake Tyler."
Troye laughs, still happily eating his vanilla ice cream, watching Tyler and Jacob argue.
"I'm just saying," Tyler says in defense, "why the hell pay 4.99 for fucking vanilla, when for the same price you can have a waffle cone, double-dipped in gold, with m&m's on top."
Jacob rolls his eyes, reaching over and slapping Tyler's cheek this time instead of kicking him. Troye chokes on his ice cream, quickly grabbing a napkin and snorting into it as Jacob leans over to him this time and plants a sloppy kiss to his dimpled cheek.
"You can eat all the vanilla ice cream you want," Jacob coos dramatically, "don't need gold dipped placenta," he adds, kicking Tyler again just because he can.
"You two are disgusting, I don't know why I even decided to come out with you."
Troye pouts, ice cream smeared over his lips.
"Well, Troye's cute," Tyler shakes his head, "but Jacob, I'm gonna need a knee surgery after today, fucking kicking me so much, christ."
Jacob rolls his eyes, contemplating whether or not to kick Tyler again. He decides against, only because Troye's vanilla ice cream cone is practically being beckoned for him to take a bit of it, and despite having his own ice cream, he can't resist leaning forward and licking over it to get a kick out of Troye.
"Heeey," Troye drags out, pulling his ice cream back with a cute pout, lines between his eyebrows. Jacob holds out his tongue, vanilla ice cream dripping in his mouth.
"If you dare lick that out of his mouth, I will stab the both of you," Tyler says, reaching over the table and slamming Jacob's jaw shut.
"Is that what they teach you in law school?"
"Oi, Jacob. Next time you hit someone with a car I'm not going to be there in your defence. Pay some other sucker to be your lawyer."
Jacob rolls his eyes, licking his own banana dipped chocolate cone as Troye looks to him, shocked, "You've hit someone with a car?"
"Was Caspar, no big deal."
"Speaking of Caspar," Tyler starts, ignoring the very clear look Jacob gives him not to go into it, "he really wants to talk to you."
"Okay."
"Con, he is your best friend, you can't just keep ignoring him. Plus, he keeps interrupting my beauty sleep," Tyler bats his eyes, making Jacob snort.
"Maybe if you didn't sleep at one in the afternoon you wouldn't find it so annoying."
Tyler opens his mouth to reply when his phone starts vibrating on the wooden table. He picks it up, reading who it is and then shoving it in Jacob'ss face, "See," he whispers, "he is always calling and asking about you."
"Why are you whispering," Jacob whispers back.
Tyler looks around, ignoring his phone, "He might hear us."
"Oh, for god's sake, Tyler," Jacob takes the cell phone, handing Tyler his ice cream in return to hold for him, and answering the phone. "Hi Caspar, long time no chat. Tyler is tired of you calling him all the time, so," Jacob pauses, pursing his lips, "stop?"
