Eternally Eighteen *Undergoing Editing*

What's The Scoop?

"Cheesecake with raspberries on top, please," I ordered, smiling at the employee. Winking at me with a solid green eye, the worker packed three scoops of cheesecake ice cream into a bowl, drizzling jam and raspberries over the top of it.

"I swear you order the same thing every time we come here," Lyle said over my shoulder.

I rolled my chocolate brown eyes. "Raspberry cheesecake is my favorite, don't diss."

He held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I wasn't dissing. Just making an observation, that's all."

"And for the gentleman?" The employee asked. I could tell from the badge on his shirt that his name was Kendall.

Lyle's attention was taken by the ice cream worker, and he ordered mint chocolate chip with chocolate syrup.

As Kendall fixed up Lyle's cone, I glanced around What's The Scoop? The same lemon yellow curtains were pulled aside from the windows, allowing light to shine through. Checkered tiles added to a diner-feel, along with the baby blue booths and bar stools. With all the ice cream inside the small shop, it was always a little chilly, but I thought it felt really nice and relaxing. I'd always preferred the cold to the heat; I guess it's because if I'm cold, I can just cuddle up with blankets and coffee, but when I'm burning hot, what do you expect me to do? Rip off all my clothes and run around nude? No, thank you.

Lyle got his ice cream and we paid the employee, who flashed a dazzling smile my way as I handed over the cash.

"Thank you," I said simply, turning to find a booth to sit in.

Lyle followed me, with a poor attempt to hide a smile behind his free hand.

I raised a clueless eyebrow at him. "What are you laughing at?"

Lyle sat down across the booth from me, nodding his head over to the ice cream worker. "Oh, c'mon, Coop. That guy was totally checking you out."

I instantly started to shake my head, but I could tell my cheeks were already flushing. "No. No he wasn't." I protested.

Lyle's grin widened, a mischievous spark gleaming in his cold eyes. "Yes he was, don't deny it."

I fixed my gaze on my ice cream, shoveling in spoonful after spoonful until I got a brain freeze and thought I was going to die. I clutched my temples, a small squeak escaping my mouth as my head froze over.

"Coldcoldcoldcoldcold," I said, fanning my face (as if that would help).

Lyle just laughed at me, casually taking small bites of his mint chocolate chip ice cream.

After my brain freeze finally subsided, I took a deep breath and rested my forehead on the table, arms dangling carelessly at my sides.

"You're going to get your hair in your ice cream, Coop." Lyle said. I felt his hand gently brush my fiery red hair out of the way so as to not get infected with my desert.

I was tempted to look up at him, but I didn't want to make him feel threatened in any way. The last time he had touched my hair, I practically ripped his scalp off.

I don't like it when people touch my hair. Which sucks, because people do it all the time.

'Oh my goodness, your hair is so pretty!' Touches my hair.

'Wow, is this your natural hair color?' Strokes my head.

'I wish my hair was so think and vibrant, you're so lucky!' Runs hands through my hair.

Ugh, I hated it.

I would've gladly smacked Lyle's hand away when he touched me, but I just didn't think it was worth the effort. He would just punch me in the shoulder as payback later, anyway.