Trust

✍ C'est La Vie (Part 2)

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.” - Bil Keane

"Oh my goodness. Whoever created ice-cream should be given a medal." I scooped more of the sugary dessert into my mouth, almost moaning in ecstasy as it slid down my throat.

Chase raised an amused eyebrow at me. "You sound like you've never eaten ice-cream before."

"I've never had the ooey gooey butter cake one before," I corrected. "I can't believe I've never tried this flavour. I've been seriously missing out." I spooned more ice-cream into my mouth, savouring its taste. I wanted to wax poetic about how my taste buds were singing at the joy of being allowed to enjoy such glorious tastes, but I decided that it probably wasn't worth the effort.

I was so busy eating that I didn't realize that Chase was staring at me until a good few minutes later. His grey eyes had darkened to almost black, forcing a shiver to run down my spine.

"What?" I swiped at my cheek self-consciously. "Do I have ice-cream on my face?"

He smiled, a slow languid one that made warmth spread to every part of my body. "Pops, am I your boyfriend?"

I froze. "What?"

"Am I your boyfriend?" He spoke slower this time, enunciating each syllable.

I blinked several times. "Yes?" Then clearing my throat, I added, "Yes," in a firmer voice.

His smile grew. "Good because then it wouldn't be so awkward if I did this."

Before I could open my mouth and ask something stupid like what 'this' was, he'd grabbed the back of my head and gently kissed me, his lips warm and soft against mine and the taste of his ice-cream assaulting my senses. 

When he pulled away, he was smiling, mischief dancing in those dark eyes. "You're right," he stated. "It tastes amazing"

A hot flush crept up the base of my neck. This boy was going to be the death of me.

*****

After ice-cream, we went to the park. It was dark by then and getting chilly, but I didn't really feel the cold. I wasn't sure why. I was kind of giddy with blissful happiness by that time. Maybe it had something to do with the boy I was with and the way he had his arm around me and was pulling me against his body. Or maybe it was how warm he felt pressed so close. I really didn't know.

"What's your favourite colour?" 

"Hm?"

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Why do you want to know?" I could hear the smile as he said those words.

"Because you're my boyfriend and I want to know."

He chuckled and I felt his lips brush lightly against my forehead. "Before I met you, I would've said blue, but I realize now that I love the colour hazel."

I felt my heart squeeze, and I didn't say anymore. This- tonight- felt good. For once in a long time, I felt normal again. I hadn't felt so carefree in what felt like forever, and I didn't want this night to end. Tonight, I could pretend that I was just a normal teenager, falling in love with a boy, and that our love would last forever... because when the sun rose, this fairy tale was going to end and I wasn't ready to let it.

"What're we gonna do?" I said softly. I didn't mean for Chase to hear, but he stopped almost immediately and whirled me around so fast that I fell against him. His fingers dug into my jacket as he levelled a calm gaze at me.