Half eaten apple

Ch:7 You're still weird

We both were sitting sideways on the rusty, creaking swings, eating ice creams.

"After all these years and I still don't understand, how bland your taste in ice cream can be." He said, watching me lick my vanilla cone quiet contently.

Without looking up, I said, "And I don't understand yours, get over it."

Suddenly my cone was snatched from my hand and I looked up to see Jack take a big bite out of it.

I narrowed my eyes, "Run."

And he obliged, laughing as he ran. I gave him a movement of head start, watching those untamed black hair fly in the wind, before chasing after him.

Between the two of us, he wasn't the one on track team, so I catch up with him quiet easily.

I stopped him by grabbing the collar of his jacket and twirled him around. My one hand around his waist, I dropped my lips to his.

After half minute or a sunset filled eternity, I pulled away.

Resting my head on his shoulders, I whispered breathlessly, "As much I know you would like to argue, Vanilla taste almost out of the world from your lips."

He laughed and before pulling me down for another heartfelt kiss, whispered back, "You're still weird, after all these years."