Day 12 - Ice Cream

Dedicated to the unbearably hot weather. I can't handle high temperatures.

Whoops, looks like the update got delayed again- Activity on my Tumblr's been exploding lately, and with video games distracting me as well, it's been hard for me to get these up. Especially since I've been running out of themes, but that got backed up by my dear friend, so I have a vague plan of what I'll be writing next. Also, shoutout to the two reviewers, especially the one who reviewed twice- Thank you so much!

Once again, sorry, and enjoy!

I have almost zero idea of how US school systems work. Please bear with any mistakes because this will probably turn out as a freakish mash-up between German and American schools.

-Modern AU-

Leonardo watched Edward skip down the street, backpack hanging over his shoulder haphazardly and jacket just inches away from dragging in the ground. Why did he even bring one in the first place? It was unbearably hot- But then again, he wasn't one to talk, as the blond was the one dragging himself along in a long sleeved blouse and black pants, of all things. Despite Radiant High not having a dress code. And that lead to a few walking fashion disasters in the hallways. Seriously, why would anyone ever think socks with sandals is a good idea?

That aside, how did the brunet still even have this much energy anyways? Weren't they just swamped with exams? It was a good thing the holidays weren't too far away now. The taller snorted as he weakly kicked a rock away, trying not to slouch. His shoulder hurt from the sidebag filled with textbooks, bouncing against his hip as he trudged along.

At this, Edward stopped and turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, what's wrong, Leo? Heat getting to you?"

Leonardo only answered by rolling his eyes and giving him a glare that just screamed 'No shit, Sherlock'. He then proceeded to drag himself further, but was stopped by his friend. He let out a sigh, combing the stray strands of blond hair from his face. "What now, Ed."

"Hey, I don't want you suddenly collapsing of heatstroke. C'mon, at least fold your sleeves up, I'm feeling overheated just looking at you. In fact, while we're at it, why don't we go get us something cold- Ice cream! Yeah! My treat." Said brunet flashed him a grin after he finished speaking, pointing off into the distance, presumably in the direction of the ice-cream parlor. The taller student's brow only furrowed skeptically.

"Knowing you, you probably forgot your wallet at home. But admittedly, it does sound great right now."

Edward looked panicked for a moment, before giving the other a look of mock hurt, grabbing his bag and shuffling through it, probably looking for his wallet. His jacket slid off his shoulder and landed on the asphalt. A few seconds later, he took out a red and grey wallet and beamed.

"See, it's right here!" The brunet waved it in his classmate's face for emphasis. "I didn't forget it this time! Take that!"

Leonardo smiled back slightly. "Well, what a surprise. So, off to ice cream?"

The other's grin grew wider, if possible, as he shoved his wallet back into his bag and retrieved his jacket. "Yep! Mission: Cool Leo Off, commence!"

"Hey wait, this isn't a mission-"

He was cut off as he was swooped off his feet in a single, fluid motion and carried away bridal style by a maniacally cackling Edward.

Said boy was winded when they were there, to the point of almost dropping the profusely blushing and protesting blond on the floor. The latter quickly jumped to his feet and brushed his pants off, muttering under his breath unintelligibly.

By the time he got his footing back, Edward was at the glass display, drooling over the near absurd assortment of flavours. Leonardo groaned in exasperation. Wasn't he panting to get his breath back a few seconds ago? His stamina never ceased to amaze him. He walked up to the display as well, letting his gaze flit over the usual flavors he enjoyed.

And predictably, Edward was taking forever to make up his mind.

"Oh god, fudge looks nice, but so does caramel- But apple looks neat, too- Oh dear lord, is that cookies and cream?" Yep, definitely drooling. He wasn't sure if he should just pretend not to know him, but decided against it. He's his best friend, after all.

Okay, maybe a bit more than that. Anywho.

From the corner of his eye, the brunet saw Leonardo stepping in to help him out as always, ordering something he didn't quite catch. Brown eyes looked up from the display curiously. Wait, didn't he promise to pay?

It was too late, anyways. And yet here he was, fumbling for that goddamned wallet- Why'd he stuff it so deep in his bag, again? The other was already walking over, an ice cream cone in each hand, his own black leather wallet wedged under his arm.

Two vanilla ice cream cones with a waffle on top. Can't go wrong with the classics.

"Well, here you go." he said, handing him one. Edward took it gratefully but still looked a bit disappointed that he couldn't pay.

"I'm gonna pay you back tomorrow."

"Wha- You don't have to do that-"

"No objections! I was the one who offered in the first place, anyways!"

They'd finally taken a seat after the small, friendly dispute (gaining quite and amount of stares from the others there) and were happily lounging around, enjoying their ice cream.

"Yup, hits the spot." Edward commented, taking a bite out of the cone, in result smearing a bit of the dessert on his upper lip. Leonardo nodded in agreement, before laughing at the sight. Leaning forward, he carefully wiped the smudge off with his finger.

"There we go."

And while he was distracted, the brunet had taken a bite of his as well. The blond stared, horrified, before pouting slightly. Edward only snickered in response.

"Hey!"

"Whoops."