The I Scream Talk ✓

09 | Green Tea Ice Cream

giovanni | vanadis

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"hi, this is i scream—"

"van."

"oh! van."

"i feel like i'm talking to myself when i call you 'van'."

"i know right? it's weird. i swear that name had been unique until i met you."

"i might as well just call you feisty, instead."

"then i must say, fuck addict would be better on you."

"...just kidding."

"haha, thought so! by the way, i gotta tell you something."

"what is it?"

"uh, promise me don't get mad. or like, don't get mad at the person involved in this."

"okay...?"

"your sister called me this morning."

his brows creased.

"i'm sorry, what?"

"your sister...? she, um, called me this morning."

"by sister, you mean... ashleigh?"

"yeah...?"

he groaned.

"so that's why she was smirking at me like a creep when i found out she stole my phone. what did the she-devil tell you now?"

"she said you're a snob and that i actually am very lucky because i'm the only girl who get to talk with you on daily basis."

"..."

"and oh, she also said we're perfect together."

"damn it—she said that?"

"oh, wow. another cuss word. ain't we have a variety."

he chuckled.

"okay, take two. fuck, she said that?"

"hahahaha. yeah, she actually said it."

"and...?"

"and then, the call ended."

"i swear that kid's a spawn of the devil or something."

"i like her, she's very bubbly! how did she get to steal your phone, anyway?"

he scoffed.

"she steals whatever's mine. that kid hangs out mostly in her room but for all i know, she could be somewhere else training to be a part of ocean's 8 or something. i swear her dream career's to be in a heist."

she snickered.

"you should train with her."

"ha ha."

"wouldn't want to lose the phone again now, would we?"

"as long as ashleigh's in the vicinity, all my possessions—scratch that, all of me is at risk."

"clever girl. i like her, you know. i think we'd make good friends."

"and you and i don't?"

she rolled her eyes as a smug smile painted her lips.

"let's see, giovanni. let's see."