Sice: a story of true true love ❤️

The beginning

PART 2 IS OUT NOW BITCHESS

It was the first day of 10th grade and you sat patiently trying to pay attention to Mr. Shoe, the principals voice droning on about the up-coming year. You find your eyes drifting around the crowded auditorium only to stop once seeing the infamous Ice. Your eyes widen and the only words your mind can process is "holy shit". The already attractive guy you knew in 9th grade had glowed up if that was even possible. His eyes even more piercing and his body finally filled out with muscle. You force yourself to stop staring for a second and turn to snow and brownie giving them wide eyes. They nod enthusiastically, immediately knowing what you were "talking" about.
Opening ceremony ends after what seems like hours but you didn't mind, you had other things ...more specifically one certain boy on your mind. You say goodbye to snow and brownie and you head for your first period class. Art appreciation was so much fun last your you had decided to take it again to relive the past. Once you've settled in to your seat you take a look around the familiar classroom. Suddenly your met with an Icy stare...it was Ice. Your heart simultaneously stopped completely and hammered uncontrollably in your chest. You couldn't believe your eyes as he saunters over to the seat next to you.
"Why is he in this class?" You think to yourself. His low voice fills the air "well I'm actually a huge post impressionist fan" he says without a hint of sarcasm.
" oh no! Did I say that out loud ?!?" You cry out. The two of you continue talking over Mr.Olson for the rest of the period making jokes and laughing uncontrollably, earning many glares.
The bell rings and you begin to pack your bag
"Hey we should hangout some time, your kinda cool" Ice says winking quickly before walking out of the room leaving you stunned. Over the next week the two of you became  inseparable and he was continuously impressed by your intelligence of art and your clever wit. You spent the afternoons together everyday after school(even if it went against your parents will, you couldn't stay away from him). Hiebers was one of your favorite places to go which led to him being kicked out because he was being disruptive. Of course he didn't care as long as he made you laugh. His ban from heibers couldn't stop him from buying you chocolate and ice cream and pads whenever you requested. One particular afternoon after spending The whole day on a romantic hike and picnic in a beautiful hidden field you told him reluctantly that you had to get home and study. You had a big art appreciation test the next day and there was no way you were gonna fail it. He tugged your hand playfully not letting you leave
"Come on sunny! Don't leave me!" He pouted.
You sigh, a war going on in your mind. You wanted to stay so badly but you also couldn't mess up that test and risk you 100%grade going down to a 99%.
"I'm sorry but I can't" You say giving him your best 'sorry' face. Suddenly his light blue eyes turn dark "I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU WOULD CHOOSE THAT STUPID CLASS OVER ME, THE COOLEST MOST AMAZING GUY ON EARTH!" He yelled. You give him a 'are you serious look' "arrogant much ?" You say, about to turn and leave. That's when things went a little wild. His whole body began to quiver and shake, standing up, a green tint to his skin
"Woaah... are you good?" You ask slightly concerned but still annoyed at his little bitch fit moments before.
He definitely was not ok. In the blink of an eye he turned as green as the grass they were just eating on. He also grew to an inhumane height.
"WTF your the hulk?!?" You scream.
"Yeah and you're dead" is the last thing you hear before a giant green foot crushes you under it's weight.

"Sunny!" You hear hazily. You open an eye cautiously. Brownie and snow come into somewhat focus kneeling next to you in tight skirts and messy hair. Makeup was smeared all over their faces and their eyes were bloodshot. Your look around taking in your surroundings. Your laying on a random couch in the middle of the sidewalk legs sprawled over the arm-rest.
"Where are we" You ask voice groggy and eyes fuzzy. Not fuzzy enough for the huge tattoo of Donald Trump plastered on brownies forehead to go unnoticed.
"good question" snow laughs. You notice that her top row of teeth are missing and cringe "what the frickadoodlesack?!"
"We got drugged last night I think it was in the ice cream my dad gave us" snow explains. This triggered a memory of last night . The only thing you remember was eating a ton of super good,oddly tinted ice cream and asking why Shady P, the towns not so undercover drug dealer was there at snows house.
"Fuck it I'm tired" you say curling back up and closing your eyes. Before your drift to sleep a sharp image of Icy blue eyes flash across your vision...
The end