The Magic of Ice Cream
By JerseyGirlinOxford
Sorry for the long break. I have been busy with real life and an on line course that I'm taking. And, I had been in a writing slump for a while. The good news is that I am working on the next 2 parts to my series….To Be Needed and Not Without You. But in the mean time, I had to write a couple of shorts for my class and decided to share them. After all, they are really fan fics in disguise. I couldn't use the real names for my assignment but I'm sure you can figure out who they are. Hope you enjoy!
I headed home to drown my sorrows in a gallon of Ben and Jerry's. Ice cream had magical properties. Somehow, ice cream always made me feel better. The other magical property was that my ass would double in size overnight. Tonight was about comfort, and tomorrow would be about apparel with spandex. Ripping open the lid, I scooped out a spoonful, well maybe a small mountain, of the heavenly tasting, chocolate chip mint.
I had no right to be angry. But, I was. He had always been honest and upfront with me. He didn't do relationships. My mistake was thinking he felt more. He was always there for me whenever I was in trouble. He always supported me when others laughed. I really believed that he loved me. Seeing him in the arms of another woman was more than my heart could take. I shoveled as much ice cream into my mouth as possible, but not too much that would cause brain freeze.
There had been many times that I tried to define our relationship. His face never gave away any emotions. He was so hard to read. "My lifestyle doesn't lend itself to relationships," he told me. What he should have said was that he just didn't want a relationship with me. What did that woman have that was so special that I didn't have? As much as I would like to say this didn't bother me, I can't. I loved him. There, I said it out loud. Well, I didn't actually utter those words, but I finally admitted it to myself.
He always told me that I should be more aware of my surroundings. So, it came as no surprise that I didn't see the dark figure sitting on my couch until it spoke. His low and husky voice broke the silence. "That stuff will kill you, Babe." Could a person choke on ice cream? I really think I did. I couldn't speak as I watched him saunter over to where I stood. Damn him! He looked so good. It wasn't fair. Here I was trying to forget him, and he just wouldn't go away. He kind of reminded me of gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. No matter how hard I scraped, there would still be a little left.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. His face gave away nothing as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. The painted-on shirt revealed every curve of his muscular body. I think I just drooled a little.
"You've been avoiding me." Gee, I wonder why? His eyes scanned my blank face. Two can play at this game, I thought as I tried to put on a mask of my own. I shifted nervously. The mask wasn't working. He could always see through me. Damn!
"Um…no, I haven't." Now there was a good come back. I couldn't look at him. He knew I was lying. He gently tilted my chin upwards to look into my eyes. I hoped I didn't whimper out loud. His touch always seemed to wreak havoc on my hormones, and my body was aware of the close proximity of his.
"What's wrong?" There it was. The slightest crack in his armor showed itself. Was that concern? Or, was that brief flicker of emotion pity? If I wasn't feeling low enough already by being unwanted, now I was being pitied. That sort of annoyed me. I stepped back from his force field.
"Why aren't you with your girlfriend?" I spat at him. I said 'girlfriend' like I was referencing some horrible STD. The corners of his mouth tipped into a hint of a smile. Great, now he knew that I was jealous. Where the hell was my spoon?