Poisoned Star

Reason 6

"Which flavour do you want?" Grace asked me and you.

"Chocolate chip, please. Thank you." Chocolate chip ice cream will always be my favourite. I don't have to think before buying ice creams

"Anything." You replied.

"That's helpful, Ethan. Thank you." Grace glowered at you. Then she ordered our flavours to the ice cream vendors as I pay for it.

After we got our ice creams, we walked to the field near the library.

"Alison and ice creams are inseparable." Grace made a remark everyone knows. That wasn't new. I do love ice creams.

"I can't believe you got me a raspberry ice cream." You got sullen but still nibbling on your ice cream.

"How should I know that you don't like berries!? You didn't say 'anything but berries'. Blame on you, sucker." Grace argued.

"Ekh. I'm going to let you go this time because this is a free ice cream. Thanks, Al!"

You held up your ice cream, a sign of cheer.

I did the same thing to you and to Grace. "No big deal. That's actually a bribe. So, you guys would have more ice creams with me in the future, okay?"

"Aww! Just name the day and place. I'll be there."

You spread your legs on the green field. "This is nice. I don't mind having more ice cream sessions like this some other times. Such a perfect weather, cold dessert, great companies. I like this. Of course, I'd have more hangouts like this with you, Al. You're my friend. You too, Grace."

Friend. Woah.

"Friend?" Grace's eyes bulged in surprise. "Did you just call us your friend? Awww"

"What?" I laughed at your confused expression.

"We were classmates. But when you call us your friends, it is some kind of an upgrade. You've upgraded us to be more than your classmates. Aww, Ethan, I'm honoured." Grace explained it to you.

"Yeap, I'm honoured too!" I put my hands up so I can high five you and Grace.

"Oh." You were still a bit confused.

Friend. That sounded nice. I wasn't hurt that you just friendzoned me when I was obviously fallen head over heels for you. It was a good sign for me. I took it positively. As Grace said, it was an upgrade. There's a line between just classmates and friends. I was glad to be your friend.

"Girls, I have a question." Suddenly your tone turned serious. "Who do you think is the prettiest in our class?"

I knew where that conversation was headed to. That wasn't a question. You knew the answer. You had your own answer. You just wanted to know if we would think of the same person, if we agreed with the name you had in mind.

I noticed Grace thought about it for a second. I didn't have to. I knew the answer you want to hear and I was ready to give it to you.

"Amber," I said it first.

"Yes, is that even a question? Surely Amber." Grace agreed with me.

I fixed my gaze on you. I was right. That was the answer you were looking for.

"I think so too." You professed and let out a sigh. "You girls are my friends, right? What should I do to make her mine? How do I get her?"

"Okay, I'm dropping this topic, I don't have the answer. Grace, you may take the lead." I pointed out.

"Nooo, you can't just bail out like that. Just try. Help me out." You persuaded me.

"Did you forget that I used to be such an introvert, well, am still, and the amount of people I talk to in my whole life is probably lesser than your exes list," I argued.