"Shit."
"What?"
"I'm so embarrassed."
"Did you google 69?"
"Yes. I felt like I was watching
porn. Or reading it, if that's a
thing."
"You were reading porn?
You're funny and you don't
even know it, Strawberry.
Do you get the joke now?"
"Yeah. Oh my god, I'm
still blushing."
"Aw c'mon, you're too
innocent."
"No I'm not. I'm
normal. You're just
extra dirty."
"I'm a perv."
"Yeah. And you're
turning me into one
too."
"Which means my goal
has been accomplished."
"..."
"..."
"I want to see you, Caleb."
"You do?"
"Of course. Don't you want
to see me?"
"Of course I do. You
just surprised me. I
promise I won't get mad
if doesn't work out this time."
"So I was thinking we
could meet at the park
on Glenwood or at Kelly's.
Or even in Ferndale, they
have a cute little ice cream
parlor that sells strawberry
cheesecake ice cream."
"When?"
"A little eager, huh?"
"Well, I've been waiting
for two months."
"Tomorrow?"
"At the park?"
"One-o'clock?"
"It's a date!"
"..."
"I mean! No! Not a date
as in a date date. A date
as in a date. The date
that we're going to meet.
Just one date. Not date date."
"..."
"Was that too many dates?"
"Yes! Oh my god I
can't breathe!"
"You're supposed to be
my friend. Friends don't
laugh at another's plight."
"Quit whining Caleb.
And now we are both
going to bed so we're
fresh for tomorrow."
"Fineee. Good night."
"G'night."
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Strawberry | book #1 ✓
Short Story#1 in strawberry ❝hello?❞ ❝is this bella's ice cream?❞ ❝what?❞ ❝i guess not❞ → in which a girl is in dire need of strawberry ice cream and calls the local ice cream parlor. the boy who answers does not work there. → »short story by flirtingly »all...
