The Ice Cream Boy

Chapter 5: Only I get to see

 I remember the second time I met her, and to say the least, it was absolutely awkward. Apparently me staying at home a lot wasn't the only reason why I'd never met her before. She'd just moved into my neighbourhood, and her parents came by introduce themselves to the people who lived here. Fortunately that meant me. This happened about just over a week ago from our little incident, and the thing was, we never realised how to stay in contact with each other, so I couldn't buy her ice cream, and being the short attention spanned and remembering kids we were,we almost sorta forgot about each other.  So when we saw each other, we were suprised to see each other again. We ran up to each other excitedly.

"Hi!" We both greeted each other elatedly.

And then there was a long pause. and the only things we could say for the tangible tension was "uhh...".

In the span of less than fourteen days, we'd managed to forget each other's names. So while the adults were talking by the doorway. We were just looking around avoiding each other's gazes embarrassingly, until she broke this awkward silence. 

"What's your favourite ice cream?" She smiled and looked at me for the first time in a while. 

"Uh, uh, choc chip." I stuttered my reply.

"Ooh! That's a nice flavour too! But I don't think that's the best flavour in the world, because the best flavour's just pure chocolate." She watched my eyes widen.

"Sorry, but I don't think that's the best flavour in the world, because it's obviously my one. Besides it tastes better than yours." I watched her eyes widen too.

"Hey! Without the chocolate in choc chip, it would just be pain old vanilla and that's just boring."

"It just means together it has two flavours. Anyway my flavour's the best flavour in the world."

"Why?'

"Because I said so."

"That's not even a real reason..."

And thus began our endless converation about the best flavour in the world, agreeing that they both tasted good, where to get the best ice creams, what type of ice cream we would create if we made some and whatnot. When I think of it now, it's pretty funny how the first thing we bonded over was ice cream.

By the time she had to go home, we forgot to ask each other's names, and only remembering each other's favourite flavours, choc and choc chip. So she decided to call me 'Choc', after her favourite flavour in the world, I would be named particularly that so I'd remember something about her too, and I'd decided to call her 'Chip' for the same exact reason. It was one of the first things we knew about each other, so we'd always remember each other unlike the last time.

As our families grew closer, so did we, and we saw each other more often than not. It's oddly nice that even though we see each other so much, not once have we ever felt sick of seeing each other. The times we actually spent together with just us two were something I really treasured, like every week when I still have to buy her ice cream. Sometimes I wish things like this could last forever and be framed for all of my future granchildren to see, but no. Even Cinderello just has until... the end of the day.

No I'm not gay. I just felt the need to say it.

Because in life, good things can't last forever. Ice cream melts, flowers die, and sometimes friendships fade away, and that's precisely what happens at school. Walking through the doors of  my nostalgic A. Fington Academy was like walking through another world. That familiar looking girl that i usually bought ice cream for was anything but familiar. In place was a slightly egotistical, materialistic fake girl who lost her identity along the tough crashing flow of high school waters.

When she became friends with those plastic cakes of a human and started pulling off pranks on teacher and students of the lower social status, I walked away. It was tough, but I decided not to hang out with her too much at school. She pretended she didn't notice, but I always saw the look of hope in her eyes dissipate when her eyes motioned for me to sit next to her and I declined. But she still did them. I was so disappointed in her, but who could blame her?

Only I can see the look of hesitation before she sets up a prank, and only I can see the looks of sadness and pity she feels and shows for just a microsecond on her face when she stares at the victims of her pranks. Sometimes she looks as if she's just about to walk away, like she's just tired, and pointless to be, someone, someone who I barely even recognised. 

She's never really herself, only sometimes when pieces of her slip. Sometimes I can't help but smile because I've been blessed with actually seeing her for who she truly is, like she saves that  part of herself that only I get to see.

Beneath her absolutely gorgeous smile, she's insecure and fragile, and I can't help but want to protect her, I've always been. She was a very naive and free sipirted, and she always got lost, and since I hung around her a lot, I got lost with her, so many times. But one time she got lost without me. She'd been missing for the whole entire day, her whole family was in chaos and they'd even contacted the police. They said that the child had to be missing for over 24 hours to be investigated, but the media in the local area would be notified. I was the one that found her, crying on a bench; she'd gotten distracted with all the billboards and posters about an upcoming circus. When she lifted her swollen face filled with millions of tears that were endlessly streaming down her face, the utter terror and fear in her eyes, my heart ached, and I ran at the speed any little kid could do and embraced her into my famous bear hugs. 

"It's alright Chip, I'm here. Your mummy and daddy are coming here now." I rubbed her back to soothe her. It was the first time I'd seen her that scared, and so frail. I knew then that wherever we were I'd always protect this girl.

Even though there were so many reasons to leave her, to stop being with her, to stop buying her ice cream, to stop being her friend, just to stop-- 

There were even more reasons to stay, she'll always be the bigger crybaby,

the one that I'll scare the nightmares away from,

the one whose bullies I'll stand up against, 

the one who I stole ice creams with when we were sick,

the one I always had to hug tighter than I could when we were watching scary horror movies,

The one who can't even take a sip of coffee but can eat sugar like it is her life without getting hyper, 

The one who chose me over her best friend.

And I'll always choose her. I can't imagine life without her.

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YOH YOH YOH whattup my lovely choc chips! ^O^

So you got another glimpse of their really really cute past. I'm really sorry this chapter is kinda... low, it's practically lower than my height an I'm freaking asian... o.o muehuehuehuehuehue, girl I'm corny and proud of it! ;)

EH, I'm kinda worried about his perspective because it's kinda girly, I'm not really used to writing in a guys perspective and I think I made him a little too cheesy, so much cheese he could seen more as a cheddar than a man XD okay I'll stop before I go much fetta. [Sorry I just had too XD]

My book is a little slow at the moment and not a lot of action's picking up. I'm so sorry about that, but just to let you guys know this is going to be a short story and it probably won't even have more than twenty chapters... plot twists be like... yeah :P Hope the pace isn't too slow ^_^""

Don't worry, it'll pick up more in the following chapters, this is just getting started! YER YER YER YER!

Let me know what you guys think yeah? 

<3 Chocolate.