so hey everyone, I've posted a few things on fanfiction before, and I've decided to make a little thing of one shots for jez and morgead. they'll probably only be short like this one (maybe not as short cause this is only like a page and a half) but you get the point. so I hope you like this, I kind of came up with is while I was half asleep and I had to wake myself up to write it down. anyway, I do not own anything that is L. J. Smith's job

Ice Cream

For 12 years Berry watched Jez and Morgead come into his ice cream shop.

He watched them grow up, and watched them grow closer.

He always enjoyed when the two of them charged through his door and buzzed around the different flavours of ice cream on display on their daily visits as children.

Growing older as he did, the pair mellowed considerably. They would walk through the door once or twice a week, and Morgead would hold it open for Jez on their way in. Morgead would always order the same thing, while Jez never had the same thing once.

They would talk to Berry as he readied their ice cream, and that was something he quite enjoyed.

He would listen to them bicker together in their booth, always with a smile on his face.

Sometimes ice cream would fly, and fights would break out, but Berry never minded replacing the glasses or cleaning up the puddles.

When it was time for the pair to leave, they would smile and wave, and Morgead would always hold the door for Jez on their way out.

They were always happy. Always together.

But all of a sudden, Jez and Morgead stopped coming.

He guessed they must be only 16 or so, too young to give up on the ice cream shop, and not moved away, since he'd seen Morgead pass by on several occasions.

He found as he was nearing his retirement age that he missed their frequent visits more so than he would have thought.

It soon became a habit that every time his little bell announced someone walking into his parlour, Berry would glance up from whatever he was busy with and expect to see Jez and Morgead come through the door, just as they had for almost 12 whole years, together.

But it was never so.

Then one day, the very last before the shop closed down, the bell on the door jingled, and Berry found himself looking up just as he always did.

This time though, it was Morgead who walked through the parlour door.

He must have been a least 17 or 18 by now, and had filled out considerably.

Berry watched Morgead sulk through the door – alone – and sit down at the booth he and Jez always used to share. He sat there, without ordering a thing, and stared emptily across the parlour for some time.

Customers came and went. Some asked Berry what was wrong with the kid, and he had no answer.

With only twenty minutes left until the shop closed for good, Berry decided to bring Morgead his usual – on the house. He set the double scoop chocolate chunk ice cream cone down on the table, and Morgead looked at it.

His expression didn't change, and Berry returned behind the counter.

As Berry wiped down the counter, Morgead put his head in his hands. The store owner stopped tidying up and stared at Morgead as his shoulders shook.

He stayed that way for five minutes.

Berry did his best to ignore Morgead in his booth, trying his best to give him the time he needed.

With two minutes left until closing, Morgead lifted his head and looked around the shop with bleary red eyes. He pulled himself to his feet, and without saying a word, he left the ice cream parlour, leaving one melted double scoop chocolate chunk ice cream cone, and one solemn shop owner to clean it up.

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