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capter 6 p

That was.. probably the most exciting thing I've done my entire life.

And after all of that, we just sped away and pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. We really aren't gonna let some hitmen trying to kill us stop us from getting our dessert.

It's pretty late out, so it's just us in the parlor. I feel kinda bad because they're almost at closing time, but these people have a notorious reputation.. probably for killing people. Lots of them.

We're sitting at a table. The stores almost completely empty besides a few people and the workers. I have to sit next to fucking Stretcher, ugh. I cross my arms with a huff and I scoot away from him, trying to get as much room as I can away from him. He seems to notice this and he doesn't just scowl and flip me off. He obviously saw what I was doing.. but he just gave me a.. sad look?? I don't fucking get it. He's been a dick to me the entire time and he's sad that I don't wanna be around him. Ugh.

CB could've seen the uncomfortableness from a mile away. "What ice cream do ye all want?" he asks, trying to ease the tension. Cards' bright big diamond eyes sparkle even more. Jesus, I can't even tell if he's a man or a small boy. He acts like a kid but he surely isn't one. "Cuffs! Cuffs! Can you please get my the banana split sundae! It'll be swell, pretty please with a cherry on top!!" I don't even know how Cards eats. The kid?? The man?? I don't fucking know. He doesn't have a mouth. "I'll have a plain vanilla ice cream cone!" Guts says. "Jussssst get me a fuckin' ahh... chocolate will do. The best flava'."

Just chocolate. Wow. That's pretty.. lame. "I don't think there's a best flavor! I think they're all good, to be honest!" Guts gives a smile and Stretcher just rolls his eye. What a bitch. He acts like that yet Guts still gives him a cute nickname. W- well, I mean cute as in like, Guts giving it to him! Stretchers not cute at all! Nope! He should be called.. uh.. er..

Shitcher! Yeah, that'll do!

"Don't worry about ordering, kid. I know exactly what to do." CB gets up and he walks to the front. And fuck, he didn't even let me decide what I wanted. Before I can stop him, he's already at the front. The fuck is he gonna do? He's doing something, alright.

CB comes walking back with a banana split sundae for Cards who can't stop bouncing in delight (fucking adorable cute bastard baby), the vanilla ice cream cone for Guts, and shi- I mean chocolate ice cream in a large cup for Stretcher and.. nothing for me. "Oh boy! Oh boy! I can't wait! You're the best, Cuffs!" CB lets out what I think is a positive grunt. Can't be too sure, though. "I think you forgot to order Pippa something! Here, I'll share my sundae with you!" Cards is about to slide his sundae over to share with me, but CB blocks it. "Naw, I don't forget. This is the point of this. You and Stretcher are gonna share."

Stretcher's first reaction is surprise. His eye widens before turning into his usual Shitcher brand frown. "Ohhhh fuck no. I'm not sharin' my chocolate ice cream with anyone. 'Specially not this fuck."

I growl. "I didn't even wanna share with you anyway.. Shitcher!" And shit. That came out weaker then I wanted it to be. Guts cocks her head a little and gives a small smile. "Aww, I think it'd be cute if you two shared! You get along so well!~" Shit. That causes me to go red like a tomato out of sheer fucking embarrassment. I can see CB slightly actually chuckling. CT widens his eyes. Ugh, this is so annoying!

"Ah, come on kid. It can't be that bad. Just eat up, eh?" CB goes on. Fuck, I guess I really do have to start eating then.. everyone else started and the employees are waiting to clock out. Well, what's the worse that can happen?

It's sorta humiliating. Having to share food with your fucking enemy. This close to each other. Yuck.. but even after all of that, for some reason, it was.. sorta enjoyable??

Like, chocolate ice cream isn't usually this good at all. I don't understand why I like it all of a sudden. I like strawberry ice cream way more then thise Shitcher seems like he's embarrassed as well, but he's clearly enjoying the ice cream. I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of me enjoying time with him. "Strawberry ice cream is way better." I say flippantly.

Stretcher immediately stops. He looks up. "That'sssssss fuckin' bullshit." Now I've got him riled up. Good, fuck him. "I insist that strawberry ice cream is better. In fact, I'll even say it's the best!" Stretcher's got a look of rage on his dumb face.

Shitcher drops his spoon and he faces me. "Yyyyy'know what? Fuck you. I can't even have a good fuckin' time because of you. Is this what ya fuckin' want?! Are ya just gonna fuckin' piss me off at any chance ya can find fuckin' get? BECAUSE LET ME FUCKIN' TELL YA. I'VE GOT NO PROBLEM WITH FUCKIN' BURYIN' YA AND NOBODY'S GONNA FIND YA."

Stretcher heaves, pissed off. I'm just in shock, I.. didn't expect that. The employees try their best not to make it obvious they were eavesdropping. CB is just staring at Stretcher, equally in shock. Cards looks away, obviously seeing what's happening. "Stretchy.. come on, it was.. just a.. just a joke.."

Stretcher sighs, he scoops and shovels some ice cream into his mouth. I can see he's got really long teeth, sorta like a sharks. "Yyyyeah, yeah, yeah, whateva'." I look sheepishly away. Man, I feel kind of bad now. I didn't mean to make him that ticked off!

Everyone's obviously uncomfortable. I look away, just looking at a plant that looks cool and deserves the entirety of my focus. My third eye can see that Stretcher's finally calming down. He slowly nudges me, and I turn to face him.

"Aaaare ya.. do ya wanna eat still? I dunno if I can finish on my own." I sigh. Ugh, I guess I feel bad for him. Chocolate ice cream still isn't that bad, I guess. We eat in silence awkwardly the entire time.

.......

Finally, we make it back to the warehouse. Everything's relaxed again, at least. We took a different route so we.. uh.. didn't run into police investigating the shooting on the street, but we're back after avoiding some helicopters and policemen blocking roads!

I open the truck door and I'm about to climb down when Shitcher trips me! The fucking nerve of this guy! I gracefully face plant onto the ground and Stretcher starts howling with laughter. Okay, yeah, like that's the funniest thing in the world, ugh. CB shakes his head as he goes to his spot by the gate. CT cocks his head, watching this shit unfold. "Oh my GOD, Stretchy! Stop messing with her! I thought you two were finally getting along!! 😡" Her face transforms into an angry face.

"Yeah, maybe if Shitcher would stop being.. such a shit!" I respond, very extremely mostly intelligently. I'm an idiot. "Yyyyeah? Well the feelin' mutual. I'm not gonna even consider being your 'friend' 'cause you're just a shit as well! Fuckin' strawberry over chocolate!" he scowls in response.

"Ugh! Guys! ENOUGH! You two can argue all you want and it's making me upset! I can't stand you two! Come back to me when you make up!" Guts face turns into a frown and she storms off. Oh shit.. oh shit.. no, no.. I'm such a fucking idiot.. I shouldn't have.. oh my god..

"Awwwww, come on, Guts! Let's talk it out! Wait up!" Stretcher runs after her, going to the underground casino bar, leaving me with just Cards.

"Gee.. that sure was a doozy. But hey! It's not all that bad, boy! Keep your chin up! I know exactly how to help you!" Cards looks up at me with a cute little smile. I think that's a smile because of his cheerful tone and his eyes. I don't know what advice a rock baby with the mental age of a peanut will give me, but hey, life's full of mysteries!