Roomies in Aaa: The Ice Queen Strikes

Chapter 10

Slurppppppp. FP slurps his milkshake as Fionna greets another costumer. She’s so cute, he thinks. He’s wearing some beige/ orange cargo pants, a yellow muscle shirt that is barely visible under hiss orange and red hoodie that has the sleeves cut off. It’s just a casual Saturday afternoon. He couldn’t possibly come to the diner by himself; it’d be too obvious that he likes Fionna. Instead, he had invited some of his soccer buddies to hang out. Currently he is sitting alone; he purposely came early, and is silently watching Fionna, making up a movie in his head.

“Can I get you anything else?” Fionna approached him without him even realizing it.

“Um, no. I’m fine.” He blushes as she smiles kindly at him.

“Alrighty, just call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.” FP watches her as she leaves to assist another table.

“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see you look so love drunk.”

“Yeah, well what can I say?” A chunky guy, wearing purple from head to toe, takes the seat in front of FP. Another, more quiet and slightly older, guy, equipped in yellow-green, sits next to him.

“So is she the reason we are here instead of playing soccer in the park?” The guy in purple asks.

“Yeah, is that a problem, LSP?” The look on FP’s face is almost threatening.

“Nope,” LSP backs off, “Hey let’s at least order some food. Then, can we go play or something?”

“Actually I heard the weather is bound to get bad later on. The guy in yellow-green says.

“Who cares, Tree Trunks, rain or sunshine, nothing beats a good game. Now, Ember, call your little waitress over, I want a sandwich.” His voice is a little demanding. LSP has always been a prima donna, but sometimes his attitude pushes Flame’s buttons.

“Say it nicely, loser.”

“Ughhh, can you call her over, please” LSP mumbles.

“Thank you,” FP requests her over. She comes, smiling very politely.

“Yes?” FP’s eyes don’t leave her figure.

“We’d like to order.” LSP says with a nasty tone in his voice. “I want a BLT sandwich and a cold soda.”

“Is there a particular type of soda you’d like?” Fionna doesn’t let his attitude dampen her mood.

“I don’t know just bring me something.” She writes his order down.

“And you, sir?”

“May I have a slice of apple pie, please?”

“Sure thing, anything to drink?”

“Just water.”

“Math, that’s one BLT sandwich and an apple pie slice, along with a soda and water, correct?”

“Did we stutter?” LSP says while raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” Fionna smiles, “your meals will be out soon.” She walks back to the kitchen.

“She has the patient of angel to be able to put up with you.” FP says distractedly.

“I’ll give you credit man,” LSP says, “She has great lumps.”

 “LSP, what the glob, man?!”

 “I was kidding! What do you see in that girl though? She’s what, 16? And she’s wearing bunny ears.”

“I like them.” TT mumbles.

“So she has a great imagination, is that a crime?” FP sighs. “She’s sweet, outgoing, and fun. She is an amazing girl, what’s not to like?”

“Ehh,” LSP has lost interest. “If she’s your type then that’s on you, man.”

Fionna came back with the food. “Here you go.”  Her smile never leaves her face. A clap of thunder sounds outside the diner. Her smile fades a little. “Sounds like a storm is coming.”

FP senses her fear. “Just a little water. Will you have to close?”

“I hope not. We won’t get many costumers as the day goes on though.”

“Well I’ll try to stay as long as I can. You know to keep you company.” He reassures her everything will be ok.

“Thanks, you’re such a sweetie.” A smile transforms on her face as she strides back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, FP,” LSP teases, “You’re such a wuss.”

“Whatever.” He rests his head on his hand, quite love-struck.

© 2013 Cynthia Hernandez