Arcade | s.m (✔️)

Three

"What ice cream flavor is that?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

The person, who had previously tried to scare me, walked closer, and I could see their facial features.

It was one of the guys from yesterday.

"Oh, you." I say, and take a breath of relief, knowing the chances of me dying just got significantly lower.

The guy, who's name I couldn't remember, walks closer, and I find myself backing up closer to the door.

"Vanilla?" He says, staring at my ice cream "You must be pretty plain."

Instantly I feel offended, and give him a fake smile.

"Yeah, plain tired of you. Have a good day."

With that, I turn around, ready to walk out, before the guy blocks my way.

"Not that plain is a bad thing. You don't seem like a plain girl anyways." He tells me, and I laugh.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, a real bad reputation kind of chick. You probably got kicked out of state and your family had to move here." He says, and I can tell that he's joking.

If anything, I was not a "bad reputation kind of chick". You could tell from my appearance that the wildest thing I've ever done would be baking cookies at midnight (which I have done, but that's irrelevant to my point). Not that I had a stereotypical nerd girl look going on, I was just plain. Definitely the vanilla of all the flavors.

"Sorry, but what's your name?" I ask, amused.

"Shawn, and you are?"

So this was the famous Shawn.

"Rose." I reply, and he begins to look confused.

"Your mom called you Mary yesterday though." He said.

"Yeah, my full name is Rosemary, good detective skills. No one but my mom calls me Mary though, so don't even try it."

"What do I get to call you then? Rosie? Tulip? Daisy?" Shawn asks, and I roll my eyes before eating the rest of my cone.

"Rose will do great, thanks." I answer, and I can tell what he's thinking.

Just Rose? The name's almost as plain as she is.

"Shut up." I tell him, and he laughs.

"I didn't say anything."

"But you were going to." I reply, and he winks at me.

"So, Rose, tell me about yourself. What's your favorite color?"

"Blue? And I'd rather hear a little bit about you, and why you asked me to come to an abandoned arcade alone."

"Great idea. Well, there's not that many teenagers here in this wonderful town, just some college kids visiting. A school bus picks kids up and drives them to the next town over for school, that's how lonely it is. And in case you haven't found out, everyone in this town knows each other. So of course, if you see a new neighbor who is not only your age, but also a cute girl, what else are you going to do except invite her to an abandoned arcade to get to know her?" He explains, and I laugh as I feel heat rush into my cheeks from the compliment.