The I Scream Talk ✓

19 | French Vanilla Ice Cream

       god, who said school wasn't exhausting?

giovanni hopped in his phantom black audi (which, by the way, was a gift from his dad on his eighteenth birthday) as he took a deep breath from all the stress norton high had brought down on him. it was hard—formidably hard—to be the football quarterback (not to mention, the team was all too painfully depending on him), and at the same maintaining his 4.0 gpa.

good thing, there was vanadis' sweet and soothing voice to keep him sane.

he had spoken to her just this morning but it seemed like it was ages ago already. usually, he'd only call once a day but this time, he wanted to call her again.

fuck i'm whipped.

he drove home and thought of all the things he and vanadis could do together. they could star-gaze all night... or dance in the rain... or laugh their spirits off at a very funny scene in friends... or beat each other at the old playstation games... or buy disposable cameras and take the silliest pictures of each other...

he'd do all of that with her. soon. soon. oh god, when could that soon be?

"guess what?!" ashleigh almost tackled him when he entered the house.

"oh fu—"

"i met with vanadis today!"

Giovanni froze. what?

he watched her sister jump up and down in excitement and bliss. it was clear she was so happy with the way everything turned out in her meeting with Vanadis. she stayed almost two hours at i scream, spending the whole time just talking and laughing and fan-girling with her new favorite girl friend.

"what?" van managed to squeak out.

"are you deaf?" Ashleigh laughed out loud, "i said... i just met with vanadis today! two hours ago..."

"where did you meet her?" van could hardly keep his heart from beating out of its ribcage.

"where else? of course at i scream." his sister rolled her eyes.

"i scream?"

"you're like the dumbest person i've ever known! vanadis' working place, duh?"

"where's that?" i want to meet her too, he badly wanted to add.

she squealed, "vanadis said not to tell you!"

what the fuck?

"what? why?" he demanded.

she shrugged, "she just wants it!"

"i want to see her..." giovanni barely whispered, letting the frustration enter him.

this could not be. it's just so unfair for him! he met vanadis first and then his sister gets to see her first when it's just like... what—three days since they knew each other?

oh god help me.

"but..."

Giovanni's ears perked up at the mere word.

"i have a gift for you, though."

his shoulders slumped.

"it's from vanadis."

his ears perked up again.

"what? what is it?"

what's the gift? ice cream? her real contact number?

oh, he could not contain himself in excite-fucking-ment.

ashleigh fished her phone out and fiddled with it for a short while. a few minutes after then, the phone in Giovanni's pocket vibrated. to which he instantly took out.

•annoying brat sent a multimedia message•

his forehead creased. he immediately swiped the message open.

and he could not believe what his eyes had just laid on.

a breathtaking picture of vanadis taylor was in his phone. her hands were blocking her face that drove a pang in Giovanni's stomach. why did she cover herself?

but his heart swelled at the dazzling smile shining through between her fingers. her dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, waiting to be caressed. and her eyes were a definite pair of glorious green orbs.

damn, she's indescribable.

"she covered her face. but i thought you'd still like it. and i tell you big brother, she's definitely for keeps."

oh, indeed, she is.