"Hey Joe," I said as I walked up behind him, running my fingers down his arms. He turned around and smiled.
"Hey," he said and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to kiss him. Joe was my boyfriend and I was the happiest I'd been in years. After going through the loss of my only sister, I never thought things would be the same, but then Joe came along and changed my life, forever.
I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands moved across my back. I giggled and bit my lip.
"I see you're happy today." he said and grinned.
"Only because I'm with the most amazing guy ever!" I shouted quietly, just loud enough to make him look around and see if anyone heard. I laughed and tangled my fingers in his. "Come on." I pulled him along and we walked down the sidewalk to the park. Once I saw the entrance, I let go of his hand and ran inside, Joe running after me. But I wasn't watching where I was going and tripped on a small stone. I tumbled to the ground and found Joe standing above me.
"Cluts." he said and I made that face that says, "Oh no you di'n't!". I hit my foot against his leg, knocking him to the ground and leaning over the top of him.
"You are such a jerk!" I said.
"But I'm a cute jerk, right?" I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips. He rolled me over onto the ground and I stared into his sparkling hazel brown eyes. His smile was perfect and the way his hair fell around his face was breath-taking. I moved my hand up to his chest and pulled at his shirt to let him know I wanted a kiss. He lowered himself and his lips met mine, making it hard the breathe. I pushed him away to take a breath and smiled at him. "Come on." he said and stood up, holding out his hand for me to grab. Joe pulled me up and took me out of the park.
"Where are we going?" I asked, but didn't get a reply. I rolled my eyes and continued to follow his footsteps to wherever he was taking me. As we turned a corner, I noticed something familiar. My eyes widened, I knew exactly where we were going. A huge smile came across my face and I saw the building. It was the ice cream shop where Joe and I first met. "OMG! I can't believe you remembered where we met." He laughed and looked at me, shaking his head. His hair blowing in the small breeze that had chose to finally come out.
"You really think I'd forget where we first fell inlove?" he questioned me.
"Uh... no, not at all." I told him. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah kinda." we both laughed and I suddenly remembered.
"Marcus," I yelled to the back room of the ice cream shop. He popped his head out, questioning my calling. "I'm leaving." He nodded and walked away. It was 3 'o clock in the afternoon and my shift had just ended. Now let me tell you a little about Marcus. He was the owner and my boss. He was nice and funny, but didn't like to be bothered much.
As I washed my hands, getting rid of the stickiness of ice cream, I shook my head. How on earth did I end up working in an ice cream shop for the summer? Easy; Mom had a brother who knew this guy, who knew this other guy that knew the owner and I got the job. And did I like it? Well, sometimes it had it's perks. Like; getting to eat the ice cream and listening to the cool music. Yeah, I totally hated it!
As I untied my apron, Clarissa, the owners daughter, ran in, looking out of breath.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried as I ran to her.
"Yes! I have five minutes to get that super-fantastic-one-of-a-kind-dress I was telling you about, before the store closes!" she blurted out so fast, I almost didn't hear it, just a buzz.
"What?" I asked, looking at her again.
"You heard what I said."
"Yeah, I did, but why did you come here to tell me?" I gave her a confused look.
"Because I need you to cover for me." My mouth hung open.
"But your shift just started!"
"I know. So please cover for me. Thanks!" she said and ran out the door, my mouth still hanging open. I walked into the back and groaned.
"Something wrong?" I heard and saw Marcus walking over to me.
"Yes," I started. "Your daughter, the one who is supposed to be working right now, just came in and said she couldn't work today!" I explained, still feeling the shock from before. Marcus thought for a second then looked back at me.
"Does this have something to do with that super amazing dress she's been talking about?" he said, trying to sound like a teenage girl talking about clothes. I laughed slightly and nodded. "Well, considering it's about clothing, I assume she's not coming back today." he groaned and rubbed his face. "Could you cover for her Heather?" he asked, pleading. I sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I guess I can work another five hours." he smiled and walked away.
"Thank you!" he shouted.
"Yeah, yeah." I put my apron back on and punched Clarissa's time card. Three minutes late. I rolled my eyes and went back to work.
After what seemed like hours, when it had actually only been about thirty minutes, someone finally walked in. "I'll be right with you." I said, not looking up from the table I was cleaning. I finished cleaning the table with ice cream all over it and ran behind the counter.
"Sorry, can I get you something...?" I said really slow once I saw who had walked in. A guy. A really cute guy. And I bet I looked like a mess, thanks to Clarissa!
"Yeah, can I get two scoops of frozen strawberry yogurt in a bowl, please?" he asked and I had to think for a second. He just said please. No boy that I knew ever used that, "disgusting word", as most put it. I shook my head and said,
"Uh, yeah, sure." I took a foam bowl from the stack and put two scoops of frozen strawberry yogurt in it. "Here you go," I handed it to him and he gave me the money. $2.50 for two scoops of Ice Cream. I lived for that money, but hated seeing people fork it over when they looked like they didn't have much to begin with. Not that this guy looked like he couldn't afford what he was getting, because I'm sure he could.
"Thanks," he said and sat down at one of the tables near the counter.
Once 4 'o clock rolled around, the place got pretty busy. And I didn't notice until about five minutes after that the guy who ordered strawberry yogurt was still sitting at the same table, texting on his phone. He glanced up and saw me looking at him. I quickly looked back at the costumer coming towards the counter and felt myself blushing. Oh my gosh! How long was I staring at him? I thought to myself and took the next order.
It wasn't until 4:30 came that I started getting a little confused. Mr. Strawberry Yogurt was still here. I arched my brow and saw him text once again before stuffing his phone back into the pocket of his skinny jeans. Wow, his thigh muscles were huge! I shook my head and walked over to him, resting my hands on my hips.
"Excuse me," I said and he looked up, showing me those beautiful hazel brown eyes. "Uh, do you need something? Because you've been here for over an hour, just sitting here and texting on your phone,"
"I'm sorry," he said, standing up and running his fingers through his straight black hair. "I just -" he took a breath "-do you wanna go out sometime?" he asked and suddenly felt my whole face get really hot.
"W-what?" I said, wondering if I had heard him right. He couldn't have just said that. It was impossible.
"You wanna go out with me?" he asked again.
"Uh...yeah," I answered. "But why?" I asked.
"Why what?" he asked back.
"Why me? Do you find sweaty Ice Cream shop girls attractive?" he laughed and shook his head. Now this made me loosen up.
"I just thought you were... pretty," he said pretty in almost a whisper and started to blush himself. A big smile came to my face and I felt like giggling like a school girl.
"Oh, thank you," I bit my lip and noticed someone walk in. Ugh! Way to ruin the moment costumer. "Sorry," I said to him. "I have to get back to work, but yeah, I'll definitely go out with you. And since we're confessing here, I thought you were cute," now a big smile came to his face and he laughed again. I could listen to that all day.
"Well, it was nice to meet you. I'm Joe by the way," he held out his hand. I took it and said,
"I'm Heather," I shook it and didn't want to let go. But I had to because I could tell it wasn't the right time.
"See ya tomorrow," he said as he walked towards the door and I instantly perked up.
"Ok, see ya," I waved after him and watched him disappear. I GOT A DATE!
-End of flashback-
We got inside and it suddenly felt like an ice box. I shivered and Joe noticed, taking his hoodie off and putting in on my shoulders like in those old movies. I smiled and slipped my arms in. We sat down at the table where he had sat that day and ordered some frozen yogurt. Joe got strawberry and I got peanut butter. And to my surprise, Clarissa was working her shift.
"So, did you ever get that dress you were talking about last summer?" I asked, looking at her current outfit: jeans and a cute peasant blouse. She put the pencil behind her ear and shook her head.
"No, the store had run out before I got the chance," I nodded and tried to look sorry, but it was hard not to be a little mad at her for not letting me know that she was going to skip her shift two minutes before it started. But I had to admit; if it hadn't been for Clarissa, I wouldn't have met Joe. In fact, Clarissa might have made her move on Joe if I hadn't taken over her shift. Sometimes I had to thank this girl for being so obsessed with clothes.
"Well, there will always be something better than the last thing," she nodded and walked away. I turned to Joe and smiled. "I am so glad I got to meet you before Clarissa," I said as I laughed and Joe scooted his chair closer to me. I took his hand and tangled my finger with his.
"I'm glad too," he kissed my lips and Clarisaa came back over with our frozen yogurt.
"Here you go you two," she smiled and set our bowls on the table, sticking a spoon in each of them.
"Thanks Clarissa," I said and she walked back behind the counter.
Joe and I ended up talking for a while and not eating our yogurt until it was almost a soup. We just laughed, reminiscing at the memories of us a year ago. How immature we were and how we used to watch those stupid Chinese game shows on tv. I am so happy we finally grew up some, because I would hate to still be watching those on Saturday evening.