Chapter Twenty

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They all entered the ice cream shop. "Are we going to stay here or take it to go?" Angelita asked. A few shrugged or turned their palms up. "Crybaby?" She asked and looked at her. Everyone turned to her and waited for her response. "Why me?" Crybaby laughed, "Um... Let's stay here," she chose. The others nodded and then they went up to the front counter. "What can I get for you guys?" A worker asked them, holding a notepad and pen. They looked at one another clueless, so Celeste decided to order first, "I'll just take a plain vanilla cone," she said. The girl behind the counter jotted it down, "Okay, next," she said. Angelita went next.

"What are you getting?" Ben asked Crybaby quietly while Angelita ordered.

"I'm not sure..." Crybaby said, "I think I'll just go with the Brownie Cone," she said after a few seconds of thinking. Ben nodded. Once everyone ordered besides the two of them, Ben went to order. "Brownie Sundae, please," He ordered as he looked back at Crybaby with a sly smile. Crybaby was silently laughing, covering her face with her hand. The worker wrote it down, "Will that be it for you all?" she asked. They confirmed and the worker headed to the back of the shop. Ben stood next to Crybaby again.

"What are you doing?" Crybaby laughed quietly.

"I ordered something we could share," Ben responded. Crybaby shook her head and pointed to Angelita without her noticing. Ben shrugged, "No big deal, right? All we're doing is taking from the same bowl."

"Bennie..." Crybaby sighed, "Okay, fine."

Ben chuckled. Crybaby tilted her head at him, "What?"

"That's cute. 'Bennie'," he said. Crybaby smiled and looked around, noticing Angelita smiling to herself. She approached Angelita, "Hey, what are you smiling at?" she asked.

"This is where we went after we had our first kiss," Angelita looked at her lovingly.

Crybaby's smile faded just a little bit as she spoke, "Yeah, it is."

Angelita didn't notice. The worker came back with a few of their orders, and Angelita went up to the counter. She didn't know- yet- that just as this place was a fond memory, it would become a sorrowful one.

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