『 Chapter One: Rocky Road 』
THE DOORS OF THE school violently swung open as desperate teenagers poured out onto the land they called freedom. Everyone took swift steps towards their cars or met up with friends, their day of fun just starting. Over the distant "bro calls" and squealing of overriden friends, a beat up truck stopped by the curb where the girl with short brown hair stood, clutching her Algebra 2 book. She raised an eyebrow in question to the boy who was driving, a skinny boy with wild black hair and a smirk stuck to his lips.
"CQ! Get in loser, we're going shopping!" He grinned wildly, the girl chuckling and shaking her head.
"If only your friends knew how many times you've watched Mean Girls." The girl sighed, closing the door of the boy's beat up truck.
"Hey, you're my friend and you've accepted it." He stated, frowning ever-so slightly.
"Yes, but I'm your best pal, not an ego driven boy you hang out with."
Swiftly driving out of the school's parking lot, both teenagers made their way to their usual destination every Friday afternoon; an ice cream parlor they refer to as heaven.
"So, plans for the weekend?" The girl asked, as both left the parked truck and into the small, cold shop.
"Clara-," the boy started, "Clara."
The girl turned to look at the boy in total seriousness. His features were serious and solemn, his eyes looking at the menu display at the top of wall behind the register.
"Clara," he irked once more, now tugging at the hem of her shirt.
"What, Ben?" Clara asked, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?"
Their eyes made contact before he could speak.
"They took off Rocky Road."
Clara's jaw fell agape a bit, rolling her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head and silently praying for patience.
"I thought it was something serious, Benjamin!" She exclaimed, almost a hiss.
"It is serious! I'm the only one in town who likes Rocky Road and now, it's not there!" Benjamin argued, stepping up to the counter. His eyes locked with the middle aged woman, the girl beside him knowing what his next intentions were.
"I'd like a caramel sundae, and my friend here would like--"
"Rocky Road. I'd like Rocky Road."
"I'm sorry, but we don't serve Rocky Road anymore." The cashier politely informed.
"I can see, but I'm sure you have a tub lying around somewhere." Benjamin said.
"He'll just have a root beer float, ignore his argument." Clara stepped in, smiling.
The confused cashier nodded, taking note of the two orders, quickly putting the prices into the cash register. The small, green numbers read $16.25, surprising the teenage girl.
"That'll be sixteen with twenty-five cents." The woman announced.
Clara eyed Benjamin, who was looking at the cashier in disbelief. "I only have three bucks on me."
Benjamin sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out his wallet. Clara took out her three dollars, handing them to the boy. She then ran off to go take a seat in one of parlor's booths as always, awaiting the lanky, tall boy.
"Is it just me or is this place getting expensive?" He asked in disbelief, taking a seat across Clara.
The girl nodded, slumping in her seat. She picked up her feet onto the spare space in Benjamin's part of the booth bench, sending him her famous finger guns of friendship.
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Pondering
Fantasy❝Death is the least of your worries.❞ His eyebrow arched, his features dark. Her expression was solemn, her gaze fixated onto the ground. ❝What should I be worried about?❞ ❝Angels with no wings.❞
