sweet
/swēt/
adjective
1.
having the pleasant taste characteristic of sugar or honey; not salty, sour, or bitter.
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"Ice cream."
"Ice cream? At 3 a.m?"
"Yeah man, is there any better time?"
"I can think of a few." A huff was heard from the other side of the discord call.
"Whatever, the Dairy Queen in town is open 24 hours now, be there or be square." He sighed at his inevitable doom.
"Fine, I'll go."
After hanging up a few minutes later, he looked up at the blank ceiling above him. This is where he died. Sneaking out at 3 in the morning with both his parents downstairs? Not a good idea. Is he going to do it anyways?
Of course he would.
Grabbing his red hoodie and some pair of jeans he assumed was clean off his dirty floor, he threw them on a shoved his phone and earbuds into the pocket. Pulling on some off brand sneakers, he grabbed his skateboard the leaning against the wall and walked over to his window.
Pulling it open, he cringed at the squeaking sounds at looked down at the bushes below. Shoving the board through, he watched it flop into the bushes. Leaning out, he pushed himself back in and grabbed his wallet before pushing himself out the small space.
Landing in the bushes, he let out a sigh and stood up. Brushing himself off, he grabbed the board and walked across the yard to the sidewalk. Turning to make sure no one awoke in the house, he plopped the board down and made his way down the block to the cheap ice cream place.
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"Wow, you actually showed up?"
"This is gonna be how I die you know." The chuckle let out from the other male was enough to know he didn't actually care.
"You'll be fine, if she says anything just say I got stabbed."
"Have fun stabbing yourself then, fucker."
Laughing, the taller male slung his arm around the others shoulder. Watching as he turned away he came to the realization he'd now be broke when he died too, great.
"I might've forgotten my wallet, do you think you can pay this time?"
"I can pay for mine, you're on your own."
"Nast please, help a broke bitch out."
"Says the guy who owns an inground pool." The pleading eyes of the other were going to crush his already dark soul, so he pulled out ten dollars and handed to him.
"Dude no homo, but I love you."
"Yeah whatever, just get your nasty ass Blizzard so we can leave."
"Fine by me."
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"You think hotdogs are sandwiches?"
He looked up the the chocolate dip he was eating to look at the Racc, his gaze probably as confused as a kid trying to write for the first time in his life.
"The fuck? Why would they be?"
"Well I mean, a sandwich is something between two pieces of bread, and a hotdog is between two pieces of bread?"
"What world do you live on that a hotdog bun is two pieces of bread?"
"This one."
"I feel like I'm talking to a child."
"Whatever, just go back to eating your chocolate dip pussy boy."
Breaking the shell on the vanilla ice cream, he looked down at the treat in the plastic holder and grabbed a spoonful. Shoving it into his mouth, he looked over at Racc on one of the chairs across from him. He never really took in the aspect of being with a guy, but the other was hot, like really hot.
He was straight nonetheless, always being dragged around by the girls in their school and leaving him and Jay in the dust. Not that he minded it, he'd rather only two close friends then be friends with everyone.
Scooping another spoonful, he laughed at the depressed face of the other and his empty Blizzard. Leaning over the table, he held out his spoon for the other to take. Watching his face light up, Racc moved his hand to grabbed it, but was met with air as the other pulled it away last second. Laughing harder at the formers pissed off face, he shoved the spoon back into his mouth and pulled out his phone, checking for notifications.
2 new messages from Mom :/
Mom :/ : Make sure you use protection
Mom :/ : Just kidding, the only protection you're going to need is the one from me when I give you an ass whooping
"Dude my mom is gonna beat my ass, thanks for making me go out tonight."
"No problem. You gonna finish that?"
"Thought you said chocolate dip was for pussies?"
"Just give me the goddamn ice cream Nast."
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The time between the two came and went, alone with the rest of the week, and now the two were over Racc's house for the day. Sitting along the edge of pool, he suppressed his urge to shove the other in and simply enjoyed the moment. Suddenly the other spoke up;
"We should make an ice cream pact."
"A what?"
"An ice cream pact. Like for example we get ice cream together once every two week at 3 in the morning."
"Sounds horrible." It was silent for a bit.
"You want to do it?"
"Hell yeah."
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clue·less
/klo͞oləs/
adjectiveinformal
adjective: clueless
having no knowledge, understanding, or ability.
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-Not Beta Read
May write part two so I can add a more 'fluffy piece' to this but not sure. Anyways I'm tired and I'll update this probably tomorrow, bye :)
