.midnight ice cream

Okay, so sneaking into your big sisters room and going through her stuff to take pictures of her boyfriend isn't weird right? Besides, I've liked him way longer than she has. I have a right to those hot pictures!

Erhm. . . now where does she keep them?

I find her box of crap and shuffle through it. There we go. . . a picture of him standing outside somewhere. Oh who flippin' cares? He's hot and sweet and. . . I could go on forever. He has beautiful blue eyes and blond brown spiky hair. He's skin's pretty pale but he still looks healthy and fit.

Now, I'm not a stalker like most may think. But dammit I want him. . . But my sister, Mary, got him first. I want to kick her but that would be mean. . . maybe I'll just pinch her then.

That's not mean right?

“What are you doing, Kate?”

“Eeep!”

Oh shit!

I jump up, shoving the picture in my pocket and look over to see Mary and Michael—my own personal Greek God—standing in the doorway looking at me. Their hands are interlaced and if looks could kill. . . they'd both be burning right now.

“I lost my ear rings and thought you might have taken them. You know, since mine are way better than yours,” I grin smugly. I do have better accessories than her. Despite her being the big sister—by a frick'n year—she's always the one borrowing things from me.

“I don't have your ear rings,” Mary says, placing a hand on her hip. I want to laugh at the pose so I bite down hard on the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing.

“Well, my bad,” I shrug. “Sorry to uh. . . trash your room,” I lie then quickly walk off. Once I leave the room I can hear Michael say:

“We're still going to the movies though right?” Michael asks.

I clench my fist. I'm not angry it's more like a natural reflex now. Because my heart's clenching in my chest and it hurts. I'm actually not a very bitter person. It's just that Mary took something that I've been trying to get for awhile. But I was too much of a chicken shit to actually grab it.

“Of course. I'm just getting my jacket, you're paying right?”

“Of course I am.”

I hear footsteps coming towards me as I stand at the top of the stairs and when I turn my head I see Michael walking towards me. My heart thumps as my fist loosens.

Michael looks over at me and smiles that heartbreaking smile.

Say it!

I want so badly to say it, to tell him that I like him and have liked him for a long time. Hell, I'm way past the boarder of obsession. I want him to look at me, I want him to like me too. I want him to care about me because I care so much about him.

But that's not going to happen is it?

No, because he has Mary.

Well of course. I mean, Mary's way prettier than I am. Smarter too. And she's the same age as he is. She's eighteen, same as him, and though I'm seventeen, they're both going to college once the summers over while I'll still be in High School.

And I'm not even sure which college he's going to. Maybe the same one she is. . . I don't know, but I don't like it. In fact, I hate it. At least during High School I was always able to look at him, gaze at him. During the summer too. He's best friends with my brother, Mary's twin, John. So he hangs around a lot after school, even before he and Mary got together.

I was always too shy to ask him out, and then, when I finally gather up the nerve, Mary beats me to the chase. It was almost as if she were planning it. Like she was waiting for me to get up the nerve, just so I could feel even worse about it.

Mary and I have never been on good terms. She's always taken things from me. From birthday presents and friends to Michael. I'm the black sheep, the odd one that's always left out. My family all love John and Mary better than me. Because they're twins they're so fuck'n cute. Too cute apparently. When our Aunts and such come over they're the ones who get all the kisses and their cheeks pulled, meanwhile I sit on the couch and eat popcorn.

I hate being ignored. But when you're the sibling of such adorable twins what can you do?

Michael walks down the stairs and I follow after him, deciding to spend some time in the living room. Just for the hell of it. I see John coming in through the door, just getting back from his own girlfriends house.

He and Michael start up a conversation while I got to the couch and plop down on it, sinking into the cushions and wishing I could just disappear.

I blame teen angst for making me like this.

Like complete and utter crap.

Mary comes running down the stairs, her brown curly hair bouncing with each step—I want to slap her—and she smiles at Michael. He smiles back, pecks her on the cheek and they both leave. He didn't even say 'bye' or anything. I let my depression sink in as John went upstairs, leaving me alone on the sofa.

Well, I suppose this is my fault for taking so long to say anything, or do anything. I lay down on the couch and nuzzle against the pillow against the armrest. I'm overdue for along nap.

And if anyone disturbs me now may death rain upon them.

11:59PM

Holy shit.

I slept that long? No wonder I feel so overly groggy. My heads throbbing against my skull and I feel sick. I need a pill or something. Wait no, not a pill. . . Dr Pepper. My crack. Yeah, it's kind of sad, but so is getting addicted to something that doesn't even smell or taste good.

Yeah, my friend shoved a cigarette in my mouth once. It was disgusting. How can people do that shit is beyond me. Uh oh, I'm in a bad mood. I usually start criticizing people when I'm in a bad mood. Maybe I should be on happy pills. Or get a therapist. I have so many problems it'd be nice to talk about them. But then, would I really be able to tell a complete stranger all that crap? Probably not.

I walk into the kitchen and am about to get a glass when I decide I want ice cream instead. I go in the freezer and get out the bucket of Strawberry ice cream.

Yum!

Now time to eat all of my problems away.

This is actually my first time eating while having a head ache or not feeling as good as I could be. I get a spoon, normal sized, not one of those huge ones that the depressed fat girls get. I'm actually really skinny, it seems that no matter how much I eat I can't seem to get above 108 pounds. It's quite sad really.

I hear footsteps and my heart jumps.

A burglar?!

I jump up from my seat at the counter and am a bit shocked to see Michael walk in with a strange look on his face. . . well. . . I am holding my spoon up as a weapon. Hey, it's possible to kill someone with a spoon if you try hard enough. . . right?

Well he looks at me oddly before walking over to the fridge and getting a can of my Dr Pepper out. Anger sets in. You can't just start dating my sister and continue drinking my pop, you sicko.

“Are you okay, Kate? When Mary and I got back you were passed out on the couch.”

“I was tired!” I snapped defensively.

Oh no. My bad mood is as strong as ever. If I didn't know any better I'd say my period snuck up on me but that demons already passed for this month.

It's really weird.

But well, I guess I'm just a freak like that.

“Ah.”

“So how was your movie?” I ask, almost bitterly. I really need to calm down. Okay, what did my best friend tell me? Breath. . . inhale, exhale. . . yeah like that really works.

Oh great, now I'm being sarcastic. Aren't I a doll?

“Oh, it was okay. . . I guess. Can I get in on that?” he asks referring to my ice cream. Great, first you take my heart, then my pop, now you want to take my ice cream?

“Sure. . .” I mumble.

I watch him take a spoon and start digging in with me. He's eating even faster than I am. He must not have gotten popcorn, Mary hates popcorn because she's a freak. I told her that once. . . and she slapped me. And Mary can fight, I can't. Tried it once, got my ass kicked. That was years ago though.

But I hold grudges.

“So. . . are you and Mary going to the same college this year?” I ask as I shove a spoon full of ice cream in my mouth.

“No, I'm going to school around here, she's going to like, Florida or something.”

I blink. “How is that going to work out?”

He shrugs. “Well. . . it's not. I broke up with her tonight. That movie was like a. . . goodbye kind of thing. Corny as hell and she threw my popcorn box at me. Then she kicked me in my shin and made me bring her home. John felt sorry for me or something, so I'm staying over tonight.”

They broke up. . .?

My heart starts to do gymnastics in my chest. So then, I have my chance back? And he's going to college around here?

Hell yeah!

“Eeep!” I squeak when Michael pokes my side. Immediately I blush, I hate it when people make me squeak, it's embarrassing! I look over at him to see that his sapphire eyes—that seems to glow in the dark—are locked onto my chocolate eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Er—sure!”

Is he going to ask me out?

“Are you going to finish that? My sides already cleared out,” he looks down at the ice cream and I just about fall out of my chair.

Are you frick'n serious?!

“Go ahead,” I grumble.

“Thanks. You're very pretty tonight.”

What the—?!

Looking over I see the spoon cutely hanging out of his mouth, his pale fingers touching the end of the silver and his piercing eyes peering through me. Is he. . . coming on to me?!

I look away and try to hide behind my mahogany hair but the feel of his fingers lightly touch my arm forces my attention back onto him.

“This ice creams really good,” he says.

Did I just imagine what he said? Of course I did, this is my life after all. The life of the angsty teenager who has an addiction to pop and ice cream. Lovely combination wouldn't you say?

“You look really good too. . .”

I blink at him, shooting him an odd look as he winks at me.

“Are you bipolar?!”

“I think you're bipolar,” he says in a low voice, almost whispering. His voice sounds so low and husky that I close my eyes to listen to it. I hear him scoot his seat closer to mine and open my eyes to see him right next to me. His body pressing against my whole left side.

I swear my whole body turned red.

“So, looks like I'm single again,” he whispers, again using that husky tone. It's not even fair! Why can't I ever use my voice to make people feel all wobbly and fall out of their chairs? Well, I haven't fallen out of my chair yet but that could be because of the arm that snaked it's way around my shoulders.

“Er, yeah,” I blush, no boy has ever been this close to me before. So I'm a little. . . inexperienced. . . it happens! “And you're going to college too, with all of those slutty college chicks!” I laugh nervously.

“I don't want any slutty college chicks, Kate,” he mumbles. “I never even wanted Mary, I only went with her because. . . well, because I felt like I couldn't have the person I really wanted.”

I swallow hard.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. . . but then the weirdest thing happened today!” he says with hushed excitement. He grinned widely as I wait for what he's going to say. “I see this girl in her sister's room. . . scrounging around for a picture of me.”

My face must be as red as a tomato now. I didn't think he noticed. Apparently he's more observant than I give him credit for. Even Mary didn't notice. And all this time I thought she was smart. My mistake.

“R-really?” I breath out.

He nods.

“Then I realize, she likes me too. So I thought, maybe. . . I'd give it a shot. So I broke up with her sister so I could ask her out. Hopefully, it's not unrequited.”

His hand comes up and cups my face.

“Kate?”

“Yes?”

“Is it unrequited?”

He doesn't wait for me to answer. Or rather, doesn't let me answer. His face moves closer to mine and that's all I can think about. His lips brush against mine and I automatically respond. The sound of my spoon hitting the floor echoes throughout the kitchen as I wrap my arms around his neck and practically jump on him.

He almost falls out of his chair when I do but manages to catch himself, placing a hand on the counter for some assistance. My lips attack his almost hungrily though I'm sure it's sloppy since this is really my first kiss. As sad as it sounds.

If I could think properly I'd probably be too embarrassed to keep my lips moving, since I'm you know. . . comfortably seated on his lap. Or rather, straddling his waist!

He doesn't really seem to mind this though and kisses me just as harshly and almost desperately. He's probably the reason this kiss feels so good, since my mouth can't do much on it's own. He bites down on my bottom lip and I gasp. Apparently he only did it to stick his tongue in my mouth the sneaky little bastard.

His tongue runs along mine and I can taste the strawberry ice cream as I playfully suck on his tongue. It's mixed with his own taste though, making it even more addicting than the ice cream.

When we finally part he's just as out of breath as I am.

“Shit. . .” he breaths out and presses his forehead against mine.

“I know. . .” My heart seems to be trying to escape my chest by busting through my ribs. I swallow and jump a bit when I feel his nose rubbing against mine.

“I'll take that as a 'no'? That's it's not unrequited. That you want me like I want you?” he pecks me on my lips and my mind is foggy with the memory of the kiss still playing itself in my head.

“Took you long enough to figure it out. . .” I mumble.

He laughs and my heart flutters, along with the many butterflies that set loose in my stomach. It's then that I realize what position we're in. I try to scurry off his lap but he wraps his arms around my waist and tighten.

“Mm. . . the ice cream is melting. . .” he mumbles against my neck as he nuzzles me there. I let out a moan that I apparently had been holding in. One of his arms leaves my waist and goes to the spoon that was sticking out of the ice cream bucket. He takes a big scoop then puts it up to my lips.

I open my mouth shyly and let him feed me. As soon as I take all the ice cream into my mouth he puts the spoon back and quickly covers my mouth with his own. My lips part in surprise and his tongue darts inside. The ice cream melts between our tongues as the rub together.

He pulls back and smiles at me.

“You taste good,” he smiles.

I laugh and he continues to feed me ice cream. He kisses me almost every time too, right after I swallow or while the ice creams still in my mouth. Looks like I'm not the only one with a weird ice cream addiction.

What a weird relationship this is going to turn out to be.

My first one shot for this account! This account is going to be filled with one shots! My other account, Bleeding White Lily, has my actually chapter stories on it. I put up a poll on my profile for this account about which one shot I should post next so vote 'kay? Review!