His name was Jack Watson. I learned it the next time I saw him. He was sitting alone in a rusty swing, looking at far of distance.
He was weird.
"You're the weird one, dude. How can someone like vanilla? Everyone knows that mint chocolate is best. Vanilla? That's so dull."
I snorted, "Just because it's white doesn't mean it's dull. Your mint chocolate isn't better, cause vanilla is the best."
The finality in my tone would have made my father back down, but from the looks of it, I can't change Jack's mind, once he had it set.
"Mint chocolate is the best." As if to prove his point, he snatched my vanilla cone and painted my chin with it.
I rolled my eyes at his childish play and snatched his cone, and licked it.
Then made a face.
Then I went to lick the ice cream on my chin, dipping my tongue low. I smiled, "Vanilla is still better, even on my chin, mint chocolate is gross."
Jack looked at me for a whole minute before bursting in laughter. Messing my platinum blonde hair lightly, he said.
"You're weird."
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Half eaten apple
Kısa HikayeIn which two boys bond over a half eaten fruit. Winter Timberlake met Jack Watson in 6th Grade when the latter asked for a half eaten apple from him. [BxB]
