Ice Cold Yummyness { open

[james gregory callice]

forget the p a s t 'cause rinnow we
are living in the p r e s e n t
and heading for the f u t u r e

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James ran his hand through his already messed up hair. He hadn't bothered to run a brush through it and had just managed to get dressed when he woke up. Now instead of breakfast he was heading towards Baskin Robins for icecream just because he wanted to. His mum would never let him have had icecream for breakfast but that was one of the many perks of living away from home, you didn't have to follow your parents rules. His parents would have cared anyway, they'd basically disowned him since he'd told them that he was bisexual. Now he was always so shy and quiet, rarely ever spoke to anyone let alone admit that he wasn't straight. ALthough, maybe kids took it better here then they did at his old school? He could hope, right?

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and yawned slightly as he made his way down the road towards baskin robins. He hadn't quite realized just how far away this place was and was really regretting not bringing his car. Ah well, there wasn't much point in turning round and going back to get it now so he carried on walking, dodging his way through the crowd and hearing a few mumble about 'stupid teenagers. so moody' or 'probably going to cause some trouble down the street'. He knew they were directed his way seeing as he was the only teen around. The only thing was that he wouldn't do anything to upset or hurt anyone. He was way to nice for that but people always got it the wrong way around.

He eventually came across the store and walked inside. It was a little noisy in here but he wasn't going to complain to much. He hadn't expected it to be utterly silent but as long as there was a spare table for him to sit at he wouldn't do anything. He got in line and was soon ordering mint choc chip ice-cream with raindow sprinkles. He payed for his order then sat down at a empty table by the window. He started eating his icecream, now realizing just how very hungry he was. As he ate, he looked out the window, watching the people and cars go by and was finally thankful to be sat inside with his ice-cream instead of stil walking over here.

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word count ! 395 ;]
tagged ! open
notes ! -huggles james- i actually love him xD
credits ! mee && fanpop ;3

[Cat Dancer]

OH. Ice cream for breakfast. You speak my language. May I join?

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[james gregory callice]

aha, course you can

[Cat Dancer]

Catherine jumped at the sound of her alarm, a groan falling from her lips as she rolled over and practically punched it off the table. It was the weekend, wasn't it? She must've forgotten to deactivate it after bveing up so late last night working on her most current semi-fiction short story, A Day In Hell. She'd based off of her most traumatic experience in life. The one who made her who she was today. Stumbling out of bed, she pulled her robe from the right post of the bed on and tied the strings, headed for a shower.

Upon finishing, she walked back to her dorm room and dressed as quickly as possible, having the unique craving for ice cream. Today was probably going to be an interesting day, they usually were when she didn't want eggs and bacon in the morning. Her hair dried fairly quickly so walking outside towards the city wasn't a problem. At least it wouldn't frizz. She knew the walk was long but for some reason she just didn't care as she retied the strongs on her sweat pants and sifted through the various on lookers in the crowd. People were also so appalled at her hair. She simply scoffed at them and continued walking, the sign for Baskin Robbins lighting her way.

The bell jingled when she walked in, flipping her hair behind her and moving to the back of the line, biting her lip in decision. She finally decided on what she wanted when she got up to the counter, wiggling about a bit. "I'll have a cajun creole cream cheese scoop with a cherry jubilee on top in a cup please." she smiled softly and pulled out her money, before glancing back at the store. All the seats were pretty much filled, the only one open was next to someone she recongized, a little. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she took her cup and spoon, settling in and glancing over at him. "Beautiful day, hm?" she said in her quiet voice, unsure of why she even spoke at all.