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For the past few weeks that I've been here, I've been running into the same guy, like I would be eating at the dingos and I would see him come in or I would go to the movies and there he is, I'm walking home he's on the other side of the sidewalk. I swear if I see Him today I'm going to talk to him. That's my goal.
I was walking around town with Cameron cause he want to get some ice cream from the ice cream Parlor
"So what flavor are you getting?" I asked as I held his hand to cross the street
"Chocolate!" He said loudly, I laughed and opened the door for him to go in
"What are you getting?" He asked me looking at all the flavors
"What looks yummy?" I asked
"You should try the unicorn poop" he pointed
"What flavor is that?" I laughed
"Rainbow, I call it unicorn poop" we both cracked up
"Oh god Cam" I said calming down
"Hello how may I help you two?" The girl in the apron asked us
"Hi um can I get--cone or no cone?" I asked cameron
"Cone" he nodded
"Can I have one chocolate ice cream in a cone" I smiled
"Of course" she grabbed a cone and a ice cream spoon
"That looks so good" Cameron was literally drooling himself
"God Cameron" I laughed softly
"Here you are" the girl gave the ice cream to Cameron "and for you?"
"Can I get a vanilla ice cream with a chocolate covered cone with sprinkles?"
"Coming right up" she grinned and made my ice cream
"Thank you" I carefully took the ice cream and we walked over to the cash register
"Is that all for today?" She asked me.
"Yep" I nodded
"Your total will be 4 dollars and 34 cents" I gave her the change
"Thank you have a nice day" she smiled, I put in a 2 dollar tip in her empty tip jar and sat down with Cameron in the small table
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"How was the ice cream?" I asked him
"It was so good! I want more, I won't tell please!" He begged me
"Dad and Margret won't like that" I smirked
"Please I promise I won't tell them, I want one more!" He went on his knees and started begging me
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FanfictionThey met in the dark streets of Bronx, New York. He walked her home without giving her a name or anything, only the memory of his leather jacket. After that day her life changed....