[1.1] Douchebag & Classy | ✓

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[tuesday evening, at the ice cream shop]

She was fifteen minutes late, nearly sixteen minutes.

Lightly tugging off the lid of my ice cream cup and I scoped up a large piece of my smarties covered chocolate ice cream with my plastic fork. To my surprise, it didn't snap; the lady behind the counter gave me a fork because they 'ran out' of spoons but after she had served me the spoons magically reappeared but she didn't bother to give me one. I had the suspicious feeling that she had spat in my ice cream while I wasn't looking but I guess I was thinking too much into it. Casually, I shifted my gaze from my ice cream to her; while I was ordering I didn't give her much attention my mind too focus on Emily's arrival. But, accidentally my anxious gaze met hers-

She was glaring. I quickly scanned anything that could be the culprit for the dagger like glared but there was no one behind me. The ice cream shop was practically empty but that expected since it was winter.

I hesitantly forced a smile, hoping she would offer an explanation.

"Seriously?"

I was still unsure if she was referring to me or not but the way her brown eyes held mine, I was ninety-five percent sure she was talking to me and I was pretty sure she wasn't happy. But, she looked vaguely familiar. Her chestnut brown hair; seemed a bit too familiar. The way she was narrowing her eyes and having her arms cross over her chest-

"So you do know me Douchebag?"

The expression on my face must have given away some of the familiarity I felt, wait she couldn't be-

"You are an douchebag."

Clumsily I jumped out of my seat causing my ice cream to spill over my shirt and trousers, I cursed under my breathe while she started laughing. Her laugh was still beautiful.

"Serves you right" she said between gasps since she was laughing so hard.

Without even thinking, I jumped over the counter and hugged her.

"Finally" she whispered.

We ignored the coldness of my shirt and stayed that for a few more moments until she stepped on my foot and poured a strawberry milkshake on me.

And, I guess I deserve that.

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