Just an Ordinary Daisy

Chapter 15: The Ice-Cream Incident

"Yeah!! I beat you!" Gabe yelled, barely out of breath. I looked at Gabe, breathing heavily.

"How..." I started. "How do you run so fast? And not even get tired!!!"

"I'm just skilled I guess. And you're slow," he said. I scoffed.

"I am not! You're just faster." I hated to admit it, but he was.

"Fine. Whatever. But I am still faster." He smiled and I just rolled my eyes.

Just then, we arrived at the ice cream shop. We opened the door and a little bell rang above us. I looked around for Susan. She was sitting in a little pink booth in the far corner of the restaurant eating her ice-cream. It was honestly surprising. It was very funny seeing a lady in all black, in a bright colored booth, eating ICE CREAM of all things. It was too much for a lady in all black. Especially since she was my great aunt.

"I can't believe she got ice-cream without us!" I exclaimed angrily.

"Maybe, if you too weren't so busy flirting, we would've already had our ice-cream." I glared at her. "Okay, Okay I'm sorry. I'll stop. For now." She smiled. I was just about to launch myself at her when Gabe grabbed my shoulders.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Don't do something you'll regret. Remember, Susan's watching." My eyes widened and I looked over, sure enough, to see Susan watching us. I smiled and waved. She raised her eyebrows and waved back. She nodded toward the counter as to say we should get our ice cream.

I nodded and said, "We should probably get our ice cream now," following along with what she has festered us to do.

"Good idea," Gabe agreed. We walked up to the counter. There was a young lady being the counter. Maybe in her late 20's or early 30's. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and spoke with a deep southern accent.

"What would ya three young-ins like? We got a heck of a lot of flavors here." We looked at each other to see who should go first.

Gabe mouthed to me, You go first.

No, I mouthed back, you go.

I insist, you go. Gabe always wanted the best for me and for me to go first for everything. Even when we were little. He wanted me to be happy and get everything I wanted. Maybe...I wanted him have what he wanted sometimes also. This he didn't understand. Even though I thought this, I knew there was no way I could get him to go first.

Fine, I mouthed back irritatedly. He smiled knowing he had won our little battle and gently nudged me toward the counter. I looked at the blue eyed lady. She looked at me anxiously, waiting for my response to her question. I tried to look at the different types in the little containers but it was very hard to concentrate since she was STARING RIGHT AT MY FACE!!! Sorry for yelling, it just really annoyed me.

Anyways, as I scanned quickly over the ice cream, a certain flavor caught my attention. It was a very dark purple. Almost too dark. Black berry? I thought, as I read the name on the label. I had never heard of such a flavor. It must be a thing, I thought. This greatly reflected my mood. Dark, confused, and feeling as if I was in a pit of swirling nothingness. I debated if I should go with this flavor. There were so many to choose from!

I quickly glanced in Gabe's direction. Asking him without words what I should get. He simply shrugged his shoulders. Thanks for the help, I thought. I looked back at the types of ice cream. The blue eyed lady was still watching me as I turned back around. Being uncomfortable, I quickly made my decision. I looked at her, ready to tell her my order. She was still looking back, anticipating.