1You Scream! I scream!...
"I can't believe it's still this hot out! If I don't cool down soon I'll die!" Olivia exclaimed with despair.
"I believe that's why we're at an ice-cream place, my lovely drama queen." John remarked dryly, moving up in the line, and tugging her gently with him.
"I never thought you could be this cranky, Liv."
"Yeah, well!- her hostile explanation was cut off by an overly happy teenager behind the counter,
"And what can I get you, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling gently at Olivia with a gleam in his eye. He got an extremely annoyed glare from her and a threatening stare from John in return, but chose to ignore it, repeating the question.
"What will ya have?"
"Um, I'll have strawberry and chocolate on a cone, please." Olivia piped up, suddenly more cheerful at the thought of her favorite ice-cream cone, "what about you John?"
"Hmm, well I don't want vanilla. Maybe chocolate. Though it was recently found out that the flavoring they put in the cocoa beans is a government conspiracy too-
"He'll have the chocolate." Olivia stated to the poor, flustered boy, who nodded quickly and scrambled off to get the order. Once he was gone John was immediately confronted.
"What did you do that for, putting on that fake conspiracy act? I could tell that one wasn't real," she added as he opened his mouth to protest.
"How do you know?" He asked defensively.
"Trust me, I have experience." She drawled.
He sighed. "Okay fine, I wanted the kid to stop ogling you, okay?" He went forwards to the counter and grabbed both their cones, paying as they headed outside.
"Aw, was my Munchkin jealous?" Cooed Olivia. He smirked at her sarcastically, but at the same time , shrugged. "Maybe." He conceded.
"Well, thank you for the ice-cream, John." She responded, pecking him on the cheek as they headed off the patio and into the parking lot. He responded by wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close, and drawling in a sing-song, teasing voice,
"Your welcome, sweetheart."
THE END