Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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So, here's chapter two! Haha, I've been holding off on updates (kinda forgot I posted the story on here, I have like 15 chapters wrote...).

On the side is Bryan, played by Dan Howell, aka Danisnotonfire on Youtube... He's so beautiful *-*

Also! The song has nothing to do with the chapter really (expect the fact that it says ice cream). I was just listening to it while I was writing it :D Laterzzzzzz....

Chapter Dos

I hummed on the way to the ice cream place, my hands intertwined with Emmie’s and Cyndy’s. Our hands swinging between us. “Slow down, Baby Jay, you’re walking way too fast!” Emmie groaned, who still had Bry under his arm. I looked at him and glared, before dropping his hand and smiling at Cyndy. We both broke out into grins before nodding, having the same idea in mind. 

“On three,” she said to me. “One… three!” she yelled and we let go of one another and started running towards the ice cream shop. We laughed once we reached our destination and turned to see Bry and Emmie chasing after us. “What are you gonna order, Baby Jay?” she asked as we all walked inside, a small bell his against the glass door, sounding our arrival. 

“Ice cream, duh,” I exaggerated and walked over to the ice cream holder thingy. I looked up to see the man behind the counter and my smile grew. He was almost as delicious as the ice cream in front of me… almost. “Hey,” I said smoothly.

He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smile. I grinned once he leaned against the see through counters. “What can I get for you?” he asked, hinting at a double meaning. 

I bit my lip and looked over him before leaning closer. “Two scoops of Superman ice cream,” I smiled suggestively at him. 

He cracked another smile. “You like sweet stuff, huh?” he asked, totally oblivious to my friends behind me laughing their asses off. “Is there anything else I can get you, by any chance?” he asked as he handed me the cone.

“I do like me some sweet things, maybe we can get together some time and… spread out sweetness,” I winked at him. I did this a lot of times at most stores I went to. I saw an extremely hot guy and flirted my way through getting something for free. “How much do I owe you?” I asked lightly. 

“I’m free of charge,” he smiled a little, showing his white teeth.

I laughed and shook my head. “No, I mean how much is the ice cream?” I asked with a bright smile. 

“Oh, that’s free too. Here’s my number, call me some time,” he winked as he gave me a small strip of paper and started to serve my friends.

I took a seat next to Bry, who was a total health nut and didn’t eat ice cream. “How do you always do that?” he asked me, shaking his head.

I looked up at him in confusion. “Do what?” I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows. “It’s just getting ice cream, no big deal,” I shrugged and smiled as everyone got their ice cream as well. Bry shook his head and stood up and went over to Emmie, they sat down next to each other, silently talking to one another and being all couple-y as Cyndy and I sat across from them and sighed the whole time. 

I don’t know what Bry had said to Emmie, but he turned bright red and bit his lip roughly. “What did he say, huh?” I asked, leaning over the table in order to hear their whispering.

Bry had a huge grin plastered on his face, and Emmie was still blushing as he looked at his vanilla ice cream as if a battle was raging inside him. “I was telling how –,” he was cut off when Emmie shoved some ice cream in his mouth. He immediately shot out of his seat and started to wipe at his mouth. “Oh my god, Emmie! Do you know how many calories are in there!?” he yelled. In return, Emmie just rolled his eyes and leaned over to whispered in Bry’s ear, once again; I didn’t catch a thing they said, but it left Emmie chuckling lightly to himself and Bry quieting down afterwards, his face slightly red.

I groaned and slammed myself into the back of the booth, huffing and wrapping my arms over my chest again. “I take back what I said earlier today, I hate all of you,” I grumbled before pulling out my phone and smiled. “Oh my God, my mommy just texted-ed me!” I showed them my phone with a happy grin on my face. “I have to go though, I guess I’m supposed to help the peeps across the street move,” I rolled my eyes after reading the message and got to my feet.

“See you guys tomorrow!” I smiled and kissed Cyndy’s cheek and patting the boys’ cheek affectionately.

After skipping home in my monster sweater, I smiled and hugged my mommy, laying my head in her chest. “I love you mommy!” I said and looked out the window. “I’m supposed to help them?” I groaned. Their van wasn’t even close to being empty. And all I could see what boxes, so I hope they already got all the heavy things inside, or I wasn’t going to be a happy Baby Jay. 

My mommy sighed and shook her head. “You need to grow up, Jason,” she said and I hissed at her. 

“Don’t use my real name! Now the ghosts know it, mommy!” I explained and shook my head. “Psh, women,” I tsked and went upstairs to change into something more comfortable. And by that, I mean a band tee shirt and a pair of loose fitting skinny jeans.

I ran back down stairs as I zipped my monster hoodie up and up the hood on, showing the green and light blue horns along with three different sized eyes in between them. The jacket it’s self was a bright blue color with orange spots on the front. It looked like a monster!

I kissed my mommy’s cheek and skipped outside to the house across the street and smiled at the older man. “Would you like any help?” I asked him and he eyed me for a moment and nodded. 

“Yeah, I would actually. My name is Rick, my wife Gloria and I moved here with our sons David and Angel. They’re inside somewhere,” he smiled. “Though, I’m sure David is more your age,” he said to me before handing me a box and told me where to take it. I read the top and is said ‘fragile’ so that meant no skipping, bummer. 

“Oops,” I huffed when I almost ran into a boy that looked about twelve. “Uh, hey! My name’s Baby Jay! You can call me Baby Jay. You must be Angel, right?” I asked with a small smile. Even if I was childish, children just… irked me.

He shook his head and laughed a little. “No, my name’s David, it’s nice to meet you, Baby Jay,” he smiled. Huh, I would have sworn his father said that David was about my age.

“How old are you, kid?” I asked skeptically.

“Eleven and three fourths,” he seemed proud of himself. I smiled lightly, not knowing to take his dad’s words as a compliment or an insult at this point.

I nodded anyway and smiled. “Well, where’s Angel’s room? I have one of his fragile boxes,” I said to him. He smiled and motioned me to follow him and I did.

He led me up the stairs to a door. On the other side, you could clearly hear a Blood on the Dance Floor song playing and I smiled largely before David knocked loudly. “Open up! We have more of your crap, Angel!” he yelled.

Once the door opened, I’m glad someone was there to catch the box, so I could faint on the floor.

This guy was H-O-T, hot!