Autumn Leaves

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

     Ice cream is the best thing ever and no one can argue with that. Based on studies and statistical records made up by me, no one ever hates ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better.

     Even in the most uncomfortable and awkward situations.

     Trevor and I had walked out of the restaurant. He was craving for ice cream. He asked me if I want one too and obviously I do.

     "There's this ice cream parlor we always go to as kids," he said as we strolled around the streets of New York. "It's really good. I just don't know if it's still open though."

     I looked up at him. Why does it hurt by simply looking at him? I mean, I know I've mentioned it a lot of times already but he's just so tall it hurts my neck. I wish I was blessed with my father's height.

     "Is it affordable?" I asked. "Because, I want rich people to slow down with their money." I admitted.

     He smirked and look down at me. I hope his neck hurt too. "Is 3 dollars affordable?"

     I grinned. At least they wouldn't go for 50 dollars or something.

     "Good." I nodded. "I thought we'd go into another fancy restaurant for an expensive one."

     He chuckled. "Too bad it isn't. I like Dairy Queen more than those little scoops of gelato."

     Dairy Queen is one of the best ice creams ever and it doesn't fall from the cup - unless it's melted just like what happened to my brother. He tried to flip the cup over once when it has melted and the ice cream fell out. I laughed way too hard that time.

     We turned left and there we found the glorious shop of DQ. We entered the shop, sending cold air through my skin. We approached the cashier with a long ginger hair. She immediately fixed her hair as she saw Trevor approaching. She obviously didn't see me since I was trailing behind this giant boss of mine.

     "Good evening," the girl greeted disgustingly seductive. "What would you like to order, sir?"

     I showed up beside Trevor to look at the menu. The cashier might have thought I was next in line and didn't notice me so she continued staring at Trevor as he read the choices.

     "I'll have Mint Oreo and for the lady," he said, turning to me with one hand on the counter and the other inside his pocket.

     I suddenly felt shy on how he called me. "I'll have Butterfinger," I said and looked at the cashier, avoiding Trevor's gaze.

     The cashier had a plastic smile on her face as she turned to me. Obviously, she's flirting with Trevor. I know it's cliché but I never thought it would really happen in real life.

     "Both medium," Trevor said, putting a hand on my waist and pulling me close to him. I jumped in surprise - it's also the second time for today. I stiffened in my position and swallowed.

     The cashier noticed what Trevor did and, instantly, her face dropped but still managed to put a fake smile on. "Is that all, sir?" She said, pressing buttons on the screen.

     "Yes," Trevor answered, leaning slightly towards me. What is he trying to do?

     "May I get your name sir?" The cashier avoided looking at Trevor, the smile she had had vanished from her face. It was funny, I almost laughed out loud in my awkward spot.

     "Tristan," he said, his thumb brushing on my waist. I snapped my head to him and he looked back at me, giving me a wink.

     I wonder how it would be like to date Trevor. I could already see that he is a very romantical and sweet and caring person. He'd be that type of boyfriend who would always have his arms around you and walk around the streets, showing off to everyone that no one touches his girlfriend. He'd be that type of guy who would just randomly kiss you while you say a really long speech and he'd cuddle you whenever you're sitting next to each other on the couch.