Ice cream parlour.

As we reached the ice cream parlour, I had a thought. Frank will probably find it really weird when I buy a milkshake, and then proceed to not drink it. I need to think of something. Quick.
“So uh Frank, I have a confession… I actually really hate ice cream.”
“What?” he asks obviously confused. “You always have a milkshake so I kinda assumed you didn’t like it, but why are you telling me?”
“Well actually I hate milkshakes as well. Anything with milk in really. Milk really freaks me out, I don’t know why but it does.”
“Well. What? But why do you come every day? Why do you buy a milkshake every day that makes no sense.” His confusion grows.
“Basically, Mikey dragged me in here a couple of weeks ago, even though he knew I wouldn’t want to come here, I randomly chose someone to draw, which just so happened to be you. Once I start something I find it hard to stop till I’m finished. So I came back everyday to do so. They wont let you sit in there unless you buy something, and they don’t sell coffee so yeah that sucked.” I stopped there knowing I can go on for ages if he was to let me, just trying to justify my little crush without actually telling him. I know that if I was to tell him it could go in many possible directions, and I’m not sure I’m ready to find out which. I’d rather not be classed as a creepy stalker. I’d rather not have him punch me in the face and run away from me. He’s probably straight so that last option is probably the one that would happen. But in the off chance he isn’t I don’t think I am ready to hear, ‘I’m sorry, but I just don’t like you in that way. I just want to be friends.’ If I’m totally honest, I’m not sure if I am ready to hear that he feels the same, I don’t think my brain would be able to take it. Not yet. As much as I want it, I’m not ready to hear it, the joy inside me may cause a heart attack. Then again it may not. I’m just not ready to know where this can lead.
“I think it’s great that you’re so passionate about your art that you would do that. I don’t understand why you’d choose me though, there are a lot of people in there that are a lot more attractive than I am, but I’m glad you did.”
I just laugh in response. I don’t trust myself to talk. I don’t trust myself enough to not say, ‘there is no one more attractive than you.’
After my little fake confession, we pushed the door over and made our way to the counter.
The girl behind the counter was the same everyday. Small, orange hair, rather pretty. If I was straight, she’d be the kind of girl I’d go for. “Hey Frank, usual?” She asks.
“Yeah, thanks Hayley.” He grins at her. Maybe she’s the kind of person Frank would go for too.
“And do you want your usual?” She turns to me.
“Actually I’m good, thank you.” I smile shyly. She shrugs and turns to make Frank’s ice cream.
“It’s going to be nice to actually have some one to talk to whilst I eat this. I didn’t have any friends until I found Mikey, and none of them seemed to be interested in coming here.” He has a small smile on his face. Which made my heart flutter slightly. His smile could light up the whole room.
Franks ice cream was made pretty quickly and Hayley passes it to him. We make our way over to Franks usual table. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. I look around, I never really ever had a chance to look at everything around here, it was always Frank, he distracted me, all I could usually look at was him but today I can’t risk it. Not now I’ve managed to finish the portrait. It would seem a bit weird
The walls were interesting, different paintings from what I assume are unknown artist. They’re all beautiful. None of them really stand out. A lot of them are pretty little things, like puppies, flowers. Those kinds of things. They’re all so amazing, even if they are rather bland.
“Maybe you should draw something to put up.” I hear Frank suggest.
I shake my head. “I don’t think my style of art would suit these walls.”
“Are you kidding me? They take any thing, they want every unknown artist to be recognised.”
“Maybe I should give them the portrait of you to put up.” I joked. He hummed in some sort of approval, but was distracted by a text on his phone.
He replies, his phone buzzing again almost straight away. A huge grin spread across his face. “Round up the troops, we got a party to go to.”
“What? A party where?”
“My ex’s house, just got a text asking if I was going to come. I said I would only go if I could bring a few people with me. He agreed, so text the guys.”
“Wait, he?”
“Yeah his names Pete Wentz.”
“Wait you dated Pete fucking Wentz?” Ok so now I know he’s gay. I also know there is no way in hell that I am going to have one single chance with Frank, because I could never live up to the standard of Pete Wentz, he is one of the hottest people in existence, from what I’ve seen from pictures of his parties. He throws amazing parties, I would never be able to do that, and everyone loves him. I could never compete with that.
“You know him?”
“Not personally, I hear his parties are like the best, and every one goes on about how hot he is.”
“So, from how this conversation is going I’m guessing you have no problem that I’m gay?”
“If I did I would be a bit of a hypocrite.” I say with a small smile. I saw a slight sparkle in his eyes, probably happy that I wasn’t about to beat him up for something that he can’t control. “I wouldn’t make it too obvious at school though, other people aren’t so accepting.”
He nods. “I understand that. I would be surprised if every one had taken it well.” He lets out a small laugh. “Any way get texting, go get ready, I’ll be at yours at 8. Tell your mum you’re staying at mine, my parents wont be home so you can crash at mine.”

I do as he says, gather my stuff, and we go our separate ways. Excited for the night ahead.

Notes

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