The I Scream Talk ✓

07 | Butter Brickle Ice Cream

giovanni | vanadis

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"hi, this is i scr—"

"tell me about yourself."

"i can see you never get tired of my beautiful voice, huh, van?"

"actually, i'm hanging up now."

"haha, kidding! by the way, it's ten in the morning. don't you have class?"

"the teacher did not come. probably fell off the stairs or something."

"that's mean! but okay." she laughed. "so you're free?"

"don't change the topic, vanadis. tell me about yourself."

"a little too excited, are we?"

"i can't wait to know if you're four foot eight or four foot nine. four flat, perhaps?"

"hey! i'm actually five-seven, for your information!"

he smirked.

"you're six inches shorter than me, still."

she gasped.

"you're six foot two?! you're as tall as shawn mendes! and you're still what, seventeen."

"oh, a shawn mendes fan here, i see."

"his music is heaven."

"my sister screams that at my face every fucking day."

"whoa, you have a sister?!"

"unfortunately. now don't change the topic, this conversation's about you."

"okay so how do i start? um, well... so i'm vanadis taylor. i have dark brown hair and green eyes. and i hate my green eyes. i sometimes wear blue contact lenses to hide that—"

"wait, what? why? green eyes are beautiful." he frowned.

"yeah. not on me, though. anyway, i'm seventeen and i'm supposed to be a senior now but i quit school so yeah. let's see... my mom's gone—like heaven kind of gone—and my dad... i don't know where he is. he left us when i was... four, i think? i basically live with just myself in an apartment owned by an aunt who was kind enough to reach out to me. what else..."

"..."

"hello? you still there, van?"

"how do you... how do you live through all that?"

she shrugged.

"i became used to it. i'm fine, though!"

"..."

"and i'm happy."

"you're the bravest girl i know, then."