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I tapped my foot against the floor a little vigorously because of my horrible trait of being impatient. I definitely got that from my mother. But in my defense, the line was longer than my life span.
"Everyone's so slow," I whined and crossed my arms over my chest.
"We can go slow when we have se-" Lucas commented while wiggling his eyebrows before I cut him off.
"There are children here, Lucas!" I exclaimed and facepalmed. "And I'm engaged to my bed!"
"You won't be when we completely destroy your bed when we're having s-" Lucas wiggled his eyebrows more before I smacked my hand against his lips. It wasn't one of my best ideas that I've ever made in my life.
Because he licked my hand.
I pulled my hand away and wiped it against his shirt in disgust. "You are so freaking gross."
"Potty words!" He chirped and I glared at him in annoyance. "There are children here, babe."
"First of all, don't call me babe. Second of all, you're the one talking about s-" I was cut off by his index finger landing on my lip.
"Children are here, babe," he commented and I swear at that very moment I could see red. I was beyond livid at him.
I grabbed his finger and bent it backwards. "Mercy! I'm sorry, I love you! I'll get you another ice cream if you let go!" he exclaimed hurriedly, crouching down and trying to pull his finger away from me.
I let go of his finger and smiled brightly at him. There were no doubt people staring at us judgmentally and most likely thinking we were lunatics. I think so too.
"Okay, thanks," I chirped and hugged him.
"You'll be this happy when I smash y-" I cut him off by hitting his arm before he could inappropriately comment in front of children who were too innocent. Well, I hope they're innocent because I won't blame them if they aren't. After all, we're living in a world where drinking bleach is a meme.
We were soon up to the cashier after a lot of annoyed glares and glances from parents. I sheepishly grinned at all of them with an apologetic look on my face because Lucas is an inappropriate loser.
"Would you like a receipt?" the cashier asked and I shook my head at the same time Lucas nodded his. Why does he need a receipt?That's one whole extra item to carry. Who even looks at the receipt anyways?
The girl around the age of 20 smiled at Lucas, leaving me offended at the fact that she didn't smile at me. That isn't very nice of her. Lucas received the receipt despite the fact that I shook my head no.
Once we arrived back at Lucas's car, the boy chuckled, making me confused. "What?" I asked, looking weirdly at him.
"She gave me her phone number. No wonder she was being overly nice," Lucas snorted as he looked at the receipt with an amused look etched onto his face. Jealousy filled my veins and I had no clue as to why. I didn't like him and it shouldn't matter who he dates. He continued, "Awe, don't look so jealous. We can still be together if you wa-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence due to my fist coming in contact with his gut. I glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender. I rolled my eyes and got the medication and water out of the Kroger bag then swallowed two of the pills.
"Someone's on her period," I heard Lucas mutter.
I flicked his arm, making him pout. "Just so you know, I'm not going to call her. I'm all yours, babe," he reassured me playfully with a wink.
"Shut up, I'm not even going to date you," I huffed out and crossed my arms. And I honestly didn't know if that was a lie or not. I did know that three weeks ago I knew it wouldn't be a lie. Yikes.
I pushed the thought in the back of my mind and pointed at the road, "To the ice cream shop!"
We had this really good ice cream shop called Below Freezing and it was really good. There was this very cool old lady who owned the shop and was literally up to date with every single trend and meme. It was weird, but she was pretty chill and kind, so I didn't really mind.
After the car ride of a lot of silence apart from the radio that was playing and tension in the air, we were finally at the shop. The shop was honestly really cute. It had pastel pink walls and a white wooden floor, with some tables and the ice cream station. There were some paintings of ice cream that hung on the walls that I wish were real because it looked delicious.
Overall, I applaud the lady for making this a cute, peaceful place.
"Hello, good morning, dears!" Mrs. Suzy, the lady I was talking about, greeted with an eye crinkling smile. She reminded me of the old ladies who were really nice and liked to sue with fifty cats around them. Woah, that sounds like me when I grow old.
"Hi, Mrs. Suzy!" we both greeted back in unison. She literally seemed to lighten the mood between Lucas and me and you just couldn't seem to be angry or sad around her. Very iconic, I must say.
"What would you like this time? The same, I presume?" she asked with the same joyful smile etched onto her wrinkled face. Whoever she's married to got lucky to have her as a wife because wow, she's the coolest lady out there.
We nodded and thanked the lady before sitting down at one of the cute tables. I looked at Lucas with a small sigh. "Sorry about earlier," I muttered loud enough for Lucas to hear. "Sick me is like period me."
He chuckled at my statement, "Don't worry about it, babe." What a terrible name.
"It's Kylie, not babe," I groaned in annoyance but laughed with a wide grin nevertheless. If I was going to spend time with this kid for the rest of the day, I was going to make the most of it. Grumpy people who complain all of the time don't get anywhere in life.
"After this, we're going to watch The Lion King trilogy. Just for you," he informed me and my face instantly lit up in excitement and joy. The second movie wasn't the best, but it was still good in a sense. It kind of reminded me of Romeo and Juliet but with a happier ending.
I leaped up and hugged Lucas awkwardly considering the fact that he was sitting down. He gave me an odd look before smiling with the same amused face.
Mrs. Suzy was soon at our table with two cones of ice cream, mine having mint chocolate chip and him having regular vanilla, which was pretty boring in my opinion. But you do you, Lucas.
Lucas paid for the ice cream and I thanked both the lady and him because she made it and he paid for it. I felt so bipolar because one moment I was happy, then I was angry, and now I'm happy again. To be honest, I probably am, but at least I don't let myself go crazy when I'm angry. Like those people you see in movies and shows who are really powerful and hurt people when they're angry.
I completely devoured the ice cream after I had gotten it, which was funny considering in most stereotypes, the boys were the ones who messily ate and never savored the food. Lucas was the one who was slowly eating it, or at least slower than me. I did savor the ice cream, but I savored it quickly. Duh.
"Thank you!" we said in unison for the third time to the nice, old lady before heading out to his car again. She gave us a warming smile before we went outside.
"The Lion King and popcorn!" I shouted with a triumphant grin because I felt like I owned the entire world at the moment.
We headed back to his house while I jammed out to 5 Seconds of Summer. I tried to get him to sing the chorus to some of the songs but he denied doing so, saying that it was "too odd and embarrassing." He's saying I'm embarrassing myself. I rolled my eyes, continuing to yell the lyrics.
He didn't seem to mind it though. In fact, I think he was secretly enjoyed my horrible scream-singing that I was doing. He did have one of those amused smiles on his face, but he almost always has that expression around me. Maybe I'm just very entertaining.
Soon, we were in his bedroom with a bag of popcorn and fruit punch. I loved lazy days like these, especially when I'm not doing them alone. It was honestly seemed like such a coincidence that he had the trilogy, but I guess that he liked the movies as well. If he didn't, he'd already be dead because of me.
Soon, the Circle of Life started to play it as I cuddled into Lucas's soft blanket and ate some of the popcorn. I'm ready for this emotional roller coaster.
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The first movie's credits started to roll and by now I was amazed at the fact that I literally cried during all of the sad moments, but was happy by the end. God, I feel like such a small child.
"Ugh, I hate Scar," Lucas grumbled while eating the popcorn.
"He's not all that bad. He was just jealous that he wasn't becoming kind and handled it very wrongly. Don't we all do that sometimes, though?" I retorted, feeling sympathetic towards the antagonist of the movie. I'm not weird, you are.
"Wow, that was deep," he said with a chuckle. "Okay, well you may be right or whatever, but let's watch the Lion King 1 1/2 movie. Then we can watch the Lion King 2 and yeah."
I swear, if my sickness ruins this day, I'm going to punch myself in the boob.
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yes i actually finished this chapter. sorry for so much lucas & kylie action. there will be more stuff later, i promise! :)
qotd: have you watched the lion king? if so, do you like it or not?
aotd: i've watched it a hundred times tbh i love the movie more than i love pizza
anyways, stay beautiful. stay handsome. stay you. i love u all x
- aspen