Latching On

Chapter One

It was a warm afternoon, something we usually never got on an autumn day. Still, i dont get what all the fuss is about. All the grown ups out on the porch with there hot coffee, all the kids hanging at the park before winter came and kept them locked inside with there cozy blankets.

Oh, don't get confused, i was a kid once, too. I still like to think of myself as a kid, but 18 is probably too old for that.

I take my sunglasses of my head and put them on my eyes. I wonder if anyone would notice that i bought them for a dollar down at a garage sale. Hm. probably not.

My travel bags start to feel heavy so i put them down. So much for telling the friendly geek that i could handle it on my own.

Taking a quick mental break, i pull my bags up and make my way to the ice cream shop. Can't help my cravings.

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I hop on a stool and wait for the ice cream guy to finish scooping ice cream for the younger kids. I trace the pattern on the granite top in front of me. After a while, i get frustated when i cant follow the line going through the design. Pathetic.

"Its not everyday we get someone as pretty as you."

Startled, i look up to see the ice cream server winking at me. Gross.

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?"

"Well, that'll be up to you."

What a world we live in. one second scooping icecream, next second scooping girls.

"Just let me take my order."

"But, of course, what would you like to eat?", he says, taking out his note pad to write my order down.

"Triple scoop vanilla burnt ice cream drizzled in dark chocolate, covered in nuts, and topped with 3 seeded cherries."

"Ahh, umm, sure ill get you the thing you just said.", he says, looking amused.

He head back to do his job, and all i can do is smile. It always seems to do the trick.

Not even a minute later, he comes back with plain vanilla ice cream. What a bummer.

In just a few bites, i finish the whole thing, him staring at me the whole time.

"Thats 4$, please."

Fishing in my pocket i only find 3 dollars. Hes crazy if he actually thinks im going to open my duffel bags to get him that extra dollar.

"Here, you even get a tip of -1$.", i say handing him 3$. I pick up my bags and walk away.

"Can i at least get your number! ", he yells out after me.

"Believe me, i ain't your type.", i holler back.

Authors Note: OMGOGOG IM ACTUALLY DOING THIS!!! This feels like such a big step for me. for those of you who actually clicked on novel, THANK YOU<3. This story will probably go nowhere, but its a worth a try, amiright?

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