A/N For my spare body, doro-chan, because she wanted Shinji, Kamio, and ice cream. Enjoy.

Two FanFics in one day. I'm amazed at myself, even if this one is terribly short. Aren't you proud, doro-chan?

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT

"Hm." Shinji sat down on the park bench, frowning disapprovingly. He had in one hand a Strawberry ice cream, and in the other a Vanilla one. He held the ice cream cones beside his face, and his arms made perfect right angles the way he held them up. Anyone who passed by and saw this atrocious position chalked it off as another of Japan's mysterious wonders.

"Stupid Kamio. He was the one who called me and asked me if I wanted to go for ice cream, and now he's not even here. He didn't even finish talking with me, just cut me off and hung up. What kind of boyfriend does that? And then when I got out of the house and came to the park, he wasn't here, so I went ahead and bought the ice creams. I even paid for both of them myself, even though I think I'll make Kamio pay for his because he's so late. Why does he even like Strawberry ice cream? It's so sweet and pink. Kamio's always talking about how manly he is, but I don't think that manly men eat pink ice cream. But the last time I said this, he got all angry and didn't talk tome for the entire weekend, so I just bought him Strawberry ice cream, even though it is a girly flavour. Damn it, this sucks. Kamio is so late now. How can he be so late when he runs so fast? You'd think that those legs of his would carry him a lot faster and not be able to let him be late with that speed. Maybe he forgot. What a horribl boyfriend I have, to forget the dates he planed, and to make me wait under this scorching heat. It's so hot I think I'm going to melt. Speaking of melting, why is there ice cream dripping down my arms?" Shinji looked down to see that all the ice cream had melted, and was running down his arms.

"Stupid Kamio."

On the opposite side of the park, Kamio sat on a bench, rocking back and forth nervously. He had signs of pink ice cream on his chin, and little crumbs of waffle cones decorated his lips.

"Damn it, where the hell is Shinji?!"

Shinji was never late. Kamio had even explained in great detail where he had wanted them to meet. Kamio was ready to call the police when he saw a figure that had long purple-ish hair out of the corner of his eye moving to the trash bin.

He almost face-palmed to watch Shinji walk back muttering and wiping his arms dry to the opposite side of the bench.

"Stupid Shinji." He chuckled as he got up to suffer the wrath of Shinji who would say that no, he wasn't the one at fault because clearly Kamio had given him the wrong instructions and how dare Kamio go and buy ice cream while Shinji had sat there with ice cream dripping down his arms waiting for his precious boyfriend while holding his precious girly ice cream which was so horrifyingly pink that it was an abomination to all manly men who ate ice cream and how if Kamio was manly then he would really eat Vanilla ice cream…

Kamio shook his head. Clearly, Shinji was rubbing off on him.

Yes, they were a stupid couple, but at least they were stupid together. Which, all in all, wasn't that bad.