Team (discontinued for now)

Chapter 55: Stars

(So this is also more of a filler chapter but I wanted to shed some light on certain un-explored relationships in this book! Next chapter will probably have a slightly darker tone because of certain flashbacks and topics discussed)

Warning I guess?? This chapter contains mildly sexual content but it's not graphic.

"Hey, what can I get y-ay bloody hell......" Dacre stared at plain brown eyes with his own dull ones.

"Afternoon." Carmino's charming smile made Dacre narrow his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight the urge to try and kiss them if he stared.

"What do you want? Last time I checked there's a no cunt policy in here." Dacre ran a hand through his greasy blonde hair, quirking an irritated brow at the other man.

Carmino remained unfazed by the insult, remembering Dacre had once told him that in Australia they often called each other 'cunt' in a fond manner. This didn't sound too fond, though, Carmino could tell.

"Just havin' some ice-cream......." Carmino absently hummed, looking at the tubes of ice-cream behind the glass with fake interest.

Dacre worked part-time at Western City's local ice-cream shop "Sundaes & Cones" on days that Budget Foods wasn't open. He hated the fucking place, so goddamn cheerful to a plain ridicilous point. He also hated the neon pink and lemon yellow uniform he was forced to wear. Dacre was unfortunately gonna have another shift tomorrow, which was unusual because Budget Foods was open that day. But those little fuckers from The Nightmares bailed on him last minute, saying they had business to take care of on Tuesday night.

He just hoped the squirts weren't getting into the money concert or drug business again. He'd seen the lasting impact of what such jobs did to teens like them.

"Order then." Dacre replied impatiently. He hadn't forgotten about their argument from yesterday yet.

Yesterday seemed like it had happened a decade ago. Like Carmino rejecting Dacre's hand and the two of them yelling at each other happened 10 years ago and they'd just bumped into each other again, still aggravated. In reality however, that had all taken place on the 11th July.

Dacre glanced down at his unlocked phone.

It was the 12th of July, 14:30 PM. Dacre was annoyed, and Carmino looked apologetic.

"That any way to talk to a customer?" Carmino playfully asked.

Stupidly hot bastard..... God, did Dacre hate the fucker.

The blonde cocked his head to the side, an overly wide customer-reserved smile playing at his lips.

"Hiya, sailor! What would you like to order on this fine day?" Dacre chirped cheerfully.

Carmino snorted out a laugh, making the dimples in his cheeks appear. Of course the motherfucker had dimples.......

"Uh.....think I'll go for plain vanilla." Carmino decided with a nod, obviously not being there for ice-cream.

Stupid asshole. Obviously he'd be licking that white shit to purposely create sexual tension.

"How many scoops?" Dacre resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the dark-skinned young adult.

"2, please." Carmino politely answered.

"The hell are you so polite for?" Dacre suspiciously eyed his fuck-buddy as he scooped up the vanilla-flavored ice-cream onto a cone.

"I have this vague, almost......idea, dare I say, that you might be mad at me."

"Wow, congrats, you have eyes." Dacre sarcastically smiled, handing over the cone with an attitude.