Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 11

"And then we even had an argument with him for days! For days, Ice! Can you not imagine it?" Paris said to Isaiah, simply enjoying her narration with her moments with Marco. How it feels good to have someone to share her sentiments with? "And it was just about ice cream, nothing more, nothing less!"

"Typical of you." Isaiah replied nonchalantly. He tried to keep up to her ecstatic mood but it would clearly turn out to be sarcastic and insulting.

Paris chuckled to herself, not minding his comment. "But, he was really sweet, you know. He did let me win the argument and most of all he bought me an ice cream all for my self."

"I thought I was the one with the piggish munchies," he replied as he helped her get down of the bus.

"I know," she said laughing, "I won't get your title, hunger king. I could not even do down it!"

Isaiah burst out laughing with the title she made up. "Hunger King, you say?" He echoed. "Then you'll be the queen!"

"Ha! I'm not a gourmand to any food. Only to ice cream."

"I know," he bobbed, "that is why Marco's wrapped around your fingers."

"Don't make me laugh, Ice. I know he doesn't have any romantic feelings for me." Paris said to him, almost sounding more like convincing - convincing him or more likely herself.

"I'm just wondering," Isaiah began, "if I bought you all the ice cream in the whole world, what will be your feelings for me?"

Paris stopped in her track. For a moment her mind went blank and did not know what to say. She looked to Ice who's already ahead of her. He always does this things.

Playing and making jokes on what she feels.

She hated it and she hated herself more. Why on earth she's letting him make her feel like this? Why was he the only one playing the game?

Why was she hurting, for no one's sake?

Because you're being the victim here, his plaything.

You're hurt because you like him, you're even falling for him.

Paris breathed out and squinted her eyes. She's not letting him play the game alone.

Never.

Paris ran to him and tugged his shoulders.

"How could you leave me there like that?" she said to him in an angry tone she's trying to build.
"I'm furious here!"

"For leaving you?" Isaiah asked in an amused tone.

"Well yeah!" She exclaimed, "and for planning to buy all the ice cream of the world."

Isaiah's lips quirked up to her.

"You're kinda mad for both things, seriously pumpkin?" Isaiah said confusedly this time.

"You just cannot make it happen, Ice," she said it a little louder, "and I'm mad at you for taking my chances on traveling around the world. Ice cream is one of the reasons why I love to travel and you cannot just buy it at once and leave me no reason left to go."