Edit: (8/26/08) After I post stories (usually one-shots) I tend to re-read them and find stuff that I don't like and I change them. So just a few minor changes in this. Original author's note is on the bottom.
Ice Cream and Brownies
"Ice cream is happiness condensed."
-Jessi Lane Adams
They say that you can tell a great deal about a person based on their favorite or preferred dessert; or even the toppings put on said dessert.
Me? I absolutely love good old-fashioned vanilla ice cream. Without any toppings.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I like different flavors as well: chocolate, pistachio, rocky road, strawberry, ect... But nothing is quite as satisfying to me as plain vanilla. The sweetness or the simplicity of it was enough to send me off the edge. Not that I'm obsessed or anything.
It's just, I've always found some sort of comfort whenever I would eat it.
And I would never add anything to tarnish or taint its perfection.
"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous."
It started out like any other day: wake-up, go to school, go to work, and buy an ice cream.
Work had just ended and the excitement of going to the local bakery/ice cream parlor brought endless amounts of thoughts in my head. The daily routine might have been boring to most, but to me, it was perfect.
But of course, not all days go as you usually plan them.
The endless displays of freshly baked pastries ranging from strudels, to pies and brownies greeted me as I walked through the doors. But back to the task at hand: buying my ice cream. I walked hurriedly to the counter. "Two scoops of vani--. " But before I had the chance to order, a very masculine and familiar voice interrupted me.
"I'll have two double fudge brownies." came the mysterious voice.
I slowly turned to look at the impolite man to glare, only to stop in my tracks. It was him. The object of nearly every girl's existence within a ten mile radius of my school.
His olive toned skin and prominent features were enough to make any hormonal girl's knees weak (and were currently working on the girl at the counter. Whose name tag said—Gia.)
Unfortunately, I was included in that very large group—which consisted of not only teenage girls, but mothers and even grandmothers as well. Which is kinda creepy.
His eyes weren't really much help either--especially to me. With its almost unnatural shade of green and its incredible depth, you could tell right off the bat that he absolutely used them to his advantage; either getting himself whatever he wanted (mainly women) or getting himself out of unfavorable situations (leaving said women). The consistent look of mirth and arrogance never left his face.
How do I know this? Well, mainly becauseIhave never seen any other expression from him.
With that being said, he turned away from the endless tables of pastries and finally noticed my presence.
For a slight moment his handsome face turned into that of shock and maybe humiliation? But it was easily and quickly replaced with amusement and a smirk.
"Scarlet Vermillion. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this lovely evening?" he replied with a mock bow.
'Oh kill me now' I thought.
I extremely dislike my parents for naming me that. Believe me; I was teased enough because of it all throughout high school.
Of course, my parents imagine they were oh so clever for naming me that considering I blush excessively all the time.
How absolutely ironic right?
After an agonizing moment of silence, I finally replied, "Look, can you please just finish your order? There are people waiting to do the same." However, luck was against me.
His eyes gazed around the tiny bakery and, if possible, his smirk broadened even more. To my mortification, it was completely empty; other than an elderly couple sharing a table in the corner, with looks of pure contentment.
"It's almost completely empty." Well thanks Captain Obvious. "And what's the rush anyway? Can't we bask in each other's presence for a while?" he replied sarcastically.
"There's no rush…" He quirked an eyebrow. "I-I just have…" I stuttered out. "A huge psychology test that I have to study for." I figured a little white lie couldn't hurt.
"You're lying." Damn it.
"No I'm not." I began to panic. "Why would I lie to you? I mean, I have no reason to lie to you at all. So I'm n-not." I said, as I subconsciously touched the heart pendant on my necklace.
"I know you're lying. You wanna know why?" I nodded my head vigorously. "First of all, you're fidgeting. Which almost always means you're lying. And lastly, I'm in your psychology class." My heart sank and I could've sworn my heart pace quickened. "Considering I haven't missed a class yet, I know for a fact that there is no test, term paper, or even a final." he answered smugly.
And that was when I fainted.
Kidding. But I truly wish I did, because there was no room for rebuttal after that.
So, what was the best thing to do in my current situation? Well, it's something I've always done; especially towards him.
My efforts were rather pointless, because he soon caught up with me and pinned me against the wall of a nearby building.
"Why are you always running away from me?" I snuck a peek at his face. The smooth contours of his face had a look of, strangely enough, serene determination. There was no hint of arrogance or self-righteousness maiming his otherwise perfect features.
"I'm not…" Why did I always run away from him? He was infuriating, a womanizer, and didn't care for girls' feelings—that's why.
But did I honestly know that?
"You never know until you try." was the reply that interrupted my thoughts.
"What?" came my rather, unintelligent response.
"You last said, 'But did I honestly know that?' and I said 'you never know until you try.'" he said quietly.
"Why do you care so much?" I bit back with slight remorse and exhaustion.
"You don't have a clue do you?" he muttered solemnly.
Okay, now I'm really confused. He must've noticed because he spoke again. "All throughout high school, I had the biggest crush on you. You didn't think I knew so much about you just because it was obvious. Although it kind of was. I paid attention. Whether it was how you always look at your feet when you walk, or the way you hate your name, or when you fiddle with your necklace when you're nervous."
Those had to be guesses. There was absolutely no way he could've known all of that.
"Or how you absolutely hate putting anything on your ice cream. And you pretty much despise anyone that does."
And just like that, I knew he was right. I didn't know whether he was like that. I never gave him the chance to prove that he wasn't. And all the teasing was because he liked me?
"You're right. Maybe I should."
Now it was his turn to look confused.
Without further hesitation and with all of the courage I could've possibly mustered up, I kissed him.
He was taken aback at first, and I was about to pull away until, surprisingly, he kissed back with as much passion and intensity as he possibly could have.
As we pulled away, the ragged pace of our breath matched as I stared at his smoldering eyes. I felt the heat of my blushing face and tried to hang my head down in humiliation. Before I could fully succeed, a pair of gentle hands lifted my face. "Don't be embarrassed. I love when you blush, Scarlet."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked, "So, what were you going to order at the bakery?"
"Vanilla ice cream." I replied, still slightly out of breath.
"It's your favorite right?"
"Hmmm…Well I love brownies." He seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Ice cream and brownies. I'd say that's the perfect combination." and he smiled that beautiful smile of his.
Maybe, just maybe, i'll try a brownie with vanilla ice cream.
A/N: Although I just posted a new story up only a few days ago, I couldn't keep this idea out of my head. I got a sudden jolt of inspiration after passing by an ice cream store on an excruciatingly hot day and while watching the Perfect Man with Hilary Duff. Seriously, that is one of the cutest movies I think I've ever seen. As of right now, I'm finishing up the first official chapter of Tales of Girls, Boys, and Marsupials and hopefully, it'll be uploaded soon after this one. So if you haven't read it yet, maybe you should ;) Soooo yeah tell me what you think of this. Oh and just a slight warning: there is a tiny amount of fluff in this. Although, I know that it's a guilty pleasure of most. Enjoy!