An addiction, his friends at work would often joke.
A distraction, his friends outside of work would jest.
A remedy, he would argue.
It didn't always have a label. It used to just be a simple want that everybody else who had the luxury and access to enjoy experienced at least once in a while.
Mark could clearly remember the first time he had ice cream. He was but a wee little six-year-old suffering in the summer heat-wave during a long day of waiting in lines at an amusement park. The rides were brief, a mere blur in the child's memory, but the thrill and rush gained during the experience were worth the wait.
That patience, however, dried up somewhere along ride five, along with Mark's throat.
His parents had been understanding and decided to shell out some extra money to keep their son from fainting underneath the blazing sun. They also figured that since he was such a good boy, he could have a little treat.
"Ice cream?" Mark questioned, eyeing the snow-white mound in front of him with faint curiosity. The paper bowl that contained the gentle dessert was thin enough to allow some of the condensed moisture to seep through onto the child's cupped hand, sending tender shivers throughout his baked body.
"You have to eat it before it melts, sweetie," his mother kindly explained, taking Mark's hand into hers and placing the plastic spoon that had been paired with the order into his flushed palm.
"Melts..." Mark mumbled absentmindedly. He stabbed the tip of the spoon into the side of the cream. It slid easily into the bowl of the utensil when he brought it toward him, leaving behind a smear of ivory whenever it shifted in turn to Mark's jerky movements.
After a moment's hesitance, mostly in part of Mark's reluctance to eat something foreign, Mark placed the spoonful of dessert into his mouth.
Even years later, Mark could soundly conclude that that simple introduction to the dessert was what would single-handily ruin his sense of independence.
Back then, however, even when Mark started to eat it on a relatively regular basis, it still did not have a label. He was simply seen as a kid living his life to the fullest and enjoying it during the process.
It was high school, he swore with all his might, that had marked its brand on him in the mildest of ways.
A/N - another heads up, this fic is gonna be pretty short, so the chapters will probably end up being shorter, too.
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Ice Cream on Lips (Anxieties Blissed) | RenMark/MarkRen
Fanfiction"Before I give you the price on this thing, I think I should give you fair warning that you shouldn't eat this all in one sitting." Mark gaped and sputtered for a few seconds before gathering about all the wits he was going to use on the remainder o...
