"You walk away with my heart on
A Party Song (Walk of
All Time Low
"Double scoop Moose Tracks and your
number, please." A middle aged, greying man, easily older then my
father, said. I forced myself to smile, not cringe. I was
working. I had to bite my tongue and not risk getting
"Certainly," I chirped, rinsed a
scooper, and filled the order. "Next," I said as I handed over
"One scoop Tiger Tail, one scoop
Black Raspberry Thunder. In a waffle cone."
"I don't want it drippy, and don't
give me a Leaning Tower of Pisa, like that last one. I'm her for
the ice cream, not to look down your shirt."
"Of course, sir."
"I said tiger on the bottom! What
is wrong with you?"
"Sorry sir," I said and started
"The cones broken!"
"Sorry sir," I repeated and started
yet again. When I got it the way he wanted, he left, grumbling
about 'teenagers these days'.
This was how most of my work days
went. Sicko, demanding, sicko, demanding, sicko. "Take a half
after the next one," Jeff said as he passed by.
"Thanks," I said from in the ice
"Yeah, she's back there," I heard
him say at the front. Fuck, I thought. My bet was another
I worked at a Cottage Country (most
of the time a total Dullsville) general store. It was a
sweltering day in July, and everyone wanted something to cool off
with- I'd already refilled the slushy machines three times, and
it was only two o'clock. Perverts wanted a peek down summery
tops. If I wouldn't be risking heat stroke, I'd be in jeans and a
turtleneck (with the collar up as high as possible). As it was,
my choppy, multi-coloured hair was plastered to my forehead with
My mood quickly changed when I saw
the guy that came around the corner. Approximately six foot two
of total yummy, with Emo bangs covering one eye. I thought I'd
died and gone to heaven- I pinched myself to be sure I actually
His eyes were an impossible green,
almost Neon. His lips were moving… damn, those were some nice
lips. He reached out and tapped my shoulder. "Huh?" I jumped,
wielding an ice cream scooper.
"I said, one small Moose
Tracks, in a bowl please." He smirked. I felt like such an
"Oh, uh, sure! Coming right up," I
mentally kicked myself. I sounded like such a nerd. Through the
glass of the cooler, I could see his tight All Time Low tee.
Hello, abs! I shrieked in my head.
"Excuse me, I asked for a
"Oh, uh, sorry!" I quickly put two
scoops back in the container. I stuck a spoon in the bowl and
passed it over. "Um, have a great day!" I brushed my hair out of
my face, pulling the longer front layers into a pony tail and
snapping an elastic over it. Other customers were impatiently
tapping they're feet. Thank God for break. "Sophie! Your turn for
ice cream!" I snickered. Served her right to get all the annoyed
customers. I grabbed my lunch, dashed across the parking lot, and
sat at the old picnic table. I pulled out my purple SG Slide
phone. Lil, I texted my best friend Lilly urgently. SOS
just made a fool of myself in front of a Scene babe!!
Emerg. Need help!
I gnawed my lip while I waited for
her reply. I attacked my phone when it buzzed.
Prob. Cottager. Don't sweat
Some best friend.
Kthxbai. Huge help.
Srry, best I got @ moment. Drew
iz here. He says 2 tell u 2 stop flippin'.
That was just fucking fantastic.
Either her boyfriend had read it, or she'd shown it to
Chix b4 Dix. U suck muchos
I threw the phone to the bottom of
"Having a little trouble?" Scene
guy said as he sat across from me. "Mind if I join you?"
"Yes! I mean, no, not at all," I
tried to sound cool, composed… and failed.
"I'll take that as I'm okay to sit
here." I just nodded so I wouldn't sound anymore idiotic then I
"Oh crap. I forgot to grab a
drink." I realized. "Could you, um, watch my stuff for
"Nah," he grinned. "I'll go grab
you one instead."
"Um…" Wait a second! Was he
flirting… with me?!
"You sure say 'um' a lot," he
"Not… Not normally. Usually I'm
very sarcastic. Flippant, snappy." When my brain hasn't been
temporarily shut down due to pure gorgeousness.
"Well, in that case, hope you're
feeling better by the time I get back." He left without even
asking what I wanted.
"He's not coming back," I mumbled
to myself. "I've effed up too bad."
"You talk to yourself too?"
"That was fast!"
"Long legs," he shrugged. He had
that right! He was very tall. But not clumsy tall, like most tall
guys my age. Just tall. Comfortable tall. Sexy tall. He handed me
an Arizona iced tea. "Hope this is okay."
"Not a problem."
"I'll pay you back," I offered, not
sure what else to say.
"It was barely even a dollar.
Consider it… a small investment in maybe learning, say, your
"I haven't told you my name
yet? Damn I'm slow today!"
"No, you haven't."
"Ankh. Pronounced 'Aunk-ah'. It's
weird, I know. It's-"
"The Egyptian symbol of life." He
pointed to the charm on my chain link bracelet, almost lost among
several purple and black skinny rubber ones, and a My Chemical
Romance 'I Do Not Support Anything' one.
"…Yeah. My parents are
archaeologists…They're on a dig there now." I blushed. I heard my
phone buzzing from my bag.
"Aren't you going to get that?" he
gestured at the bag.
"No. It's my friend. She's with her
boyfriend, so it's probably some lovey thing about how sweeeeet
he is and how he was just so great and rented the bestest horror
movie ever." I said after a mouthful of my drink.
"Whore movie?" scene guy asked with
"Horror. Chainsaw massacres.
Death. Ghosts. Horror."
"Ah… well, I'm
"Hey!" I exclaimed. He reached into
my bag, and took out my phone. "What do you thing you're doing?!"
He typed something before checking the messages. "What are you
doing?" I demanded. He raised one eyebrow. "What? Give me my
"'Is scene babe still there?'" he
Oh no! "Give me my
"'We are on our way. Be there in a
"Give. Me. My. Phone!"
"Ah ah ah, give me give me never
gets! Don't you know your manners yet?"
"I. Don't. Care!" I reached across
the table, embarrassed. "Hand it over!"
When he looked up, our lips were
just inches apart. His eyes seemed even more impossible this
close up. He tucked my phone into my back pocket, and I pulled
away quickly. I stared intensely at the table. "I've gotta get
going. Text me, kay?" with that he jogged to a red punch buggy,
that (from where I was) appeared to be covered in punk band
"But I don't have your number!" I
"Sure about that?" he called back.
I puzzled over this for a moment and gave up. "Catch ya
"Was that him?" Lilly slid in
beside me and ripped open my lunch.
"Yeah," I sighed, staring after his
car as it pulled onto the highway.
"Hey!" Drew pretended to be
"Sorry babe," she kissed him. I
turned away before they started making out outside my place of
"He said 'catch ya later'."
"See? You didn't totally eff up."
Drew said, pausing a long kiss with Lilly.
"And he knew what my name
"Right on," he said. "So are you
gonna start acting like yourself again? Quirky scene grrrl? The
one that doesn't do lovesick?"
"Shut up and leave me alone,
dickface!" I exclaimed.
"That's more like it," Lilly