"Okay, but what do you mean you don't have chocolate? How can you not have chocolate?"

Jason sighed. It was another one of these customers.

"I'm sorry miss, but we ran out. Would you like to try chocolate chip?" Jason offered, tiredly and the lady huffed.

"No. Let's leave Matthew." The woman snatched her son's hand and left the ice-cream parlour in an angry hurry.

Jason rolled his eyes, and stared at the clock. He had only an hour left to his shift, and so far it wasn't a good one. Normally working at the ice cream shop in the summer was fun, but today it was an abnormally hot day. Even though the shop was literally on the beach (nestled comfortably in between a pizza place that was overly priced, and a souvenir shack that only really sold keychains and terrible shirts), Jason wasn't allowed to wear just his swimsuit.

So as everyone else in the parlour sat in bathing suits and loose clothing, Jason was stuck wearing his stuffy uniform and apron.

The door opened again.

"Do you have chocolate?" The texting teenager asked, and Jason scrunched up his nose. Why is it that the one flavor they didn't have, everyone wanted?

"No. No chocolate, but we have other flavors."

The texting blond looked up from her phone, with disgust. "No thank you."

The door opened again, entering a new teenager with an emo-looking friend. Jason hoped they wouldn't ask for any chocolate ice cream.

"Can I get some of your special cream, babe?" The Hispanic teenager said, leaning on the counter.

Jason gaped at him and blinked furiously. "Excuse me?"

The tan stranger stared at Jason weirdly. "I said," The teenager drew out his words slowly, as if talking to a baby, "can I get some of your special ice-cream of the day."

"Oh." Jason flushed a deep red, and pulled out a cup, "Yeah, sure thing."

"Do it fast too." The Latino kid said, before turning to his friend.

Jason almost dropped the ice-cream scooper, but managed to keep a good grip on it. Maybe it was the heat that made Jason find the plausible innuendos. Yes, it was most definitely the heat, because Jason Grace was no pervert.

It was two minutes later, when Jason passed back the creation, he noticed the uniforms. They were the same red and white as the pizza shop next door, and the name tags read, 'Leo' and 'Nico'.

Leo accepted his ice cream and stuck the spoon in his mouth. "Mmm, creamy." Leo moaned into the food, sending a wink to Jason.

"Uh…" Jason's mind was screaming 'ABORT, ABORT' because it most definitely wasn't the heat that was making Jason hear it.

The emo teen slipped a five dollar bill on the counter. "I'm sorry for my friend's terrible disease. You see, he's mentally ill in the head." Nico said seldomly, placing his arm around Leo's shoulders.

"Hey! I think I'm quite okay in the head. Wasn't it me, who's going to MIT Mr. Community College?" Leo shoved Nico, and Nico glared,

"Break's almost over dimwit." Nico muttered, and Leo groaned.

"See ya Mr. Cream!" Leo yelled, as he headed for the door, and Jason blinked.

His summer job just got a whole bit more interesting.