The sun beat down on a quiet, rural town. Inside a house in said town was a young man laying in front of a fan, the breeze blowing his medium length blonde hair into a messy arrangement. His legs were resting on the couch as he sighed. "Why does it have to be so hot?" he whined, making the older man sitting in a leather chair smile.
"Don't like the heat?" he asked, watching the younger one as he grimaced.
"Of course not! What is there to like? You go out there for like a minute and you feel like you are going to melt or want to curl up in a ball and die or something." he grumbled, flicking at the fan in frustration. "Can't this thing go any colder?"
"Adam, you've been sitting in front of that thing for five hours using the highest setting, not to mention that you've left it on for 3 days straight. I wouldn't be surprised if it decided to give out." It was hard to contain his laughter at the look that crossed Adam's face at the suggestion.
"Give out? As in no longer work?" He gasped, looking at the fan with huge eyes. "But then...it would be like death in here."
"Adam, I know it's hot, but it's not that bad. I've been to places hotter than this." The older man said dryly, turning his attention away from Adam and instead to the book he was reading.
"Hmmph." The blonde pouted, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't long before something caught his attention. "John? Do you hear that?"
John didn't even look up, "Ice-cream truck." he replied simply.
"Ice-cream truck?" Adam jumped up and rushed to the window. "Oh my god! It is!"
John finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Adam? Are you okay?" Adam wasn't listening as he rushed from the living room to the bedroom, tearing up the room in order to try and find some money. His efforts paid off when he came across a couple of crumbled up bills inside an old cigar carton. He passed John and threw open the front door, looking up and down the street like a rabid animal.
"Where is it? Where did it go?" He yelled, eyes wild.
"Well, it doesn't stop unless you are out there. So it most likely just kept driving. I don't see-"
"What?" Adam ran out the door and starting running in the direction of where the truck went. John put down his book and stepped outside of the doorway, watching the other man.
"Come back here! I want my ice-cream! Don't make me bring out the best gun ever!" Adam screamed as he continued after the truck, bare foot and shirtless. John shook his head and let out a chuckle.
No matter how much battle he saw, no matter how many people he killed, no matter how old he got, Adam would always be his childish little kitty.