The group, standing on the brink of the hill, all locked hands. Then, with a whopping yell they raced down the hill. Arriving at the outskirts of the town, dusty and gasping for breath, everyone began to pat their clothes. A small cloud formed around the three guys as the dust from their clothes was beat into the atmosphere. The girls stood a little ways off, clothes in perfect condition, looking on at their chocking male friends.
"Ready?" Sara asked nonchalantly.
"Yea," Grissom coughed out.
"Good," Catherine said, "let's go then." And thus, they entered the town.
They walked in pairs down the tiny side walk, well everyone except Nicky that is. Talking about the scenery that they have not seen for a couple of weeks and the people they were hoping to meet
"Hey," Nick halted, "Let's go get an ice-cream sunday!" He pointed across the road to an ice-cream shop.
"Ok," Sara chimed with a greedy smile upon her face.
"Fine with me, " Was Grissom's response, while Warrick just nodded his head. The excited responders began to cross the road when all of a sudden Warrick looked back.
"You coming Cath?"
"No, I'm going to stay here all day." Warrick shrugged.
"Ok." Catherine gaped at Warrick's back and rushing past him knocked him on the head.
"Heey!" He complained.
"What? I didn't do anything, I was right here by Sara," she quickly winked at her girl friend, "talking about how stupid little boys are." She gloated above Sara's snickers.
"Nuh huh! Liar, liar pants on fire." Warrick protested, not wanting to lose to a girl.
"I have shorts on, smart one!" She retorted, and won. "Come on," they had arrived at the shop and Catherine held open the door.
The gang was all sitted behind a round table. Going clockwise it was Sara, Grissom, Nick, Warrick, and Catherine. A waitress came up, notebook and pen on the ready to take their orders.
"I would like a..." Sara began but was instantly interrupted by Warrick's and Nick's voices.
"Rocky Road!"
"Triple Chocolate!" They yelled, over and over again. Sara and Grissom watched on, embarrassed by their friend's actions. Catherine just shook her head disapprovingly.
"Down boys!" She commanded, and after receiving shocked silence recited to the waitress, "Now then, Mr. Smartypants would like a banana split." she gestured towards Grissom, "The lovely brunet sitting by his side will have a banana split also, with a cherry." She looked at Sara and to Grissom's complaints of not receiving a cherry she winked. "Now these two baboons; the young weakling on the left," she motioned towards Nick, "will take a Rocky Road, and weakling number two on the right side will have a triple chocolate." The waitress nodded, trying to suppress a smile as she wrote down the orders.
"Oh yeah," Sara added, "Catherine will have one scoop of strawberry ice-cream, and half a scoop of chocolate an half a scoop of vanilla." The waitress wrote down the bizarre order and without a word left.
"Thank Sara, I totally forgot. With these two, she gestured at Warrick and Nick who immediately began whistling and looking around the ice-cream parlor. "It's hard to remember stuff like that." Sara smiled, it was no big deal. Catherine, the bossiest yet nicest of the group began to chew out the boys.
"Why can't you behave more like mature men? Hmm?" The whistling stopped abruptly and Warrick hastily began to protect his and Nick's prides.
"Well...." he began uncertainly, but Nick jumped in to rescue the day.
"Because whenever we get a chance to come into town, we deserve to behave like 7 year olds. It's when we're all alone in the woods, that we have to act all mature." He crossed his arms across his chest to emphasize the correctness of his statement. Warrick slapped a hand onto his own face, rubbing it irritatingly. Nick had just totally trampled the day, and the pride was LONG gone.
"Hey, um, Nicky?" Grissom leaned over the table, "It's the other way around." He whispered and sat back down into his seat. Sara began giggling madly while Catherine's face produced the biggest smile ever.
"Ah, shut it!" The angry boy growled and slumped down into his chair.
"Ready?" Sara asked nonchalantly.
"Yea," Grissom coughed out.
"Good," Catherine said, "let's go then." And thus, they entered the town.
They walked in pairs down the tiny side walk, well everyone except Nicky that is. Talking about the scenery that they have not seen for a couple of weeks and the people they were hoping to meet
"Hey," Nick halted, "Let's go get an ice-cream sunday!" He pointed across the road to an ice-cream shop.
"Ok," Sara chimed with a greedy smile upon her face.
"Fine with me, " Was Grissom's response, while Warrick just nodded his head. The excited responders began to cross the road when all of a sudden Warrick looked back.
"You coming Cath?"
"No, I'm going to stay here all day." Warrick shrugged.
"Ok." Catherine gaped at Warrick's back and rushing past him knocked him on the head.
"Heey!" He complained.
"What? I didn't do anything, I was right here by Sara," she quickly winked at her girl friend, "talking about how stupid little boys are." She gloated above Sara's snickers.
"Nuh huh! Liar, liar pants on fire." Warrick protested, not wanting to lose to a girl.
"I have shorts on, smart one!" She retorted, and won. "Come on," they had arrived at the shop and Catherine held open the door.
The gang was all sitted behind a round table. Going clockwise it was Sara, Grissom, Nick, Warrick, and Catherine. A waitress came up, notebook and pen on the ready to take their orders.
"I would like a..." Sara began but was instantly interrupted by Warrick's and Nick's voices.
"Rocky Road!"
"Triple Chocolate!" They yelled, over and over again. Sara and Grissom watched on, embarrassed by their friend's actions. Catherine just shook her head disapprovingly.
"Down boys!" She commanded, and after receiving shocked silence recited to the waitress, "Now then, Mr. Smartypants would like a banana split." she gestured towards Grissom, "The lovely brunet sitting by his side will have a banana split also, with a cherry." She looked at Sara and to Grissom's complaints of not receiving a cherry she winked. "Now these two baboons; the young weakling on the left," she motioned towards Nick, "will take a Rocky Road, and weakling number two on the right side will have a triple chocolate." The waitress nodded, trying to suppress a smile as she wrote down the orders.
"Oh yeah," Sara added, "Catherine will have one scoop of strawberry ice-cream, and half a scoop of chocolate an half a scoop of vanilla." The waitress wrote down the bizarre order and without a word left.
"Thank Sara, I totally forgot. With these two, she gestured at Warrick and Nick who immediately began whistling and looking around the ice-cream parlor. "It's hard to remember stuff like that." Sara smiled, it was no big deal. Catherine, the bossiest yet nicest of the group began to chew out the boys.
"Why can't you behave more like mature men? Hmm?" The whistling stopped abruptly and Warrick hastily began to protect his and Nick's prides.
"Well...." he began uncertainly, but Nick jumped in to rescue the day.
"Because whenever we get a chance to come into town, we deserve to behave like 7 year olds. It's when we're all alone in the woods, that we have to act all mature." He crossed his arms across his chest to emphasize the correctness of his statement. Warrick slapped a hand onto his own face, rubbing it irritatingly. Nick had just totally trampled the day, and the pride was LONG gone.
"Hey, um, Nicky?" Grissom leaned over the table, "It's the other way around." He whispered and sat back down into his seat. Sara began giggling madly while Catherine's face produced the biggest smile ever.
"Ah, shut it!" The angry boy growled and slumped down into his chair.