Title: You Scream, I scream
Author: S J Smith
Rating: Teen
Summary: It's like a dream.
Disclaimer: Just playing here in Miami.
Note: D. M. Evans told me I needed to write this ficlet based on a photograph of a rather 'adult-appearing' ice cream truck, that is based in Miami.
"Oh, man, I love Miami."
Sam's chuckle pulled Michael out of his thoughts, and he glanced sideways at his friend. "What?"
"Look." He nodded at a large panel truck, painted in garish colors, parked across the street.
Michael read aloud, "Aphrodisiac ice cream? Sam." Before he could turn to his friend again, Sam was already opening the door to the Charger.
"Be right back, Mikey. Oh, you don't want any, do you?"
"No." Simple, succinct, to the point, "and if anything sticky gets inside the Charger, you're cleaning it up."
With a laugh, Sam said, "Mikey, I promise not to drop any cream in your car."
Wincing as Sam jogged across the street, Michael muttered, "Too much information, Sam. Way too much information."