It's a Love-Hate relationship

CHAPTER 37: I watch many spy movies

The idea of choosing two flavors got long kicked out of our heads and we continued to devour different flavors of ice creams altogether while throwing in all kinds of toppings. At a point, I did feel guilty about eating everything but I decided to pay for everything we ate.

Too bad I ate a mountain of ice cream so I'm sure there will be an even bigger mountain of money.

Caleb and I talked about a lot of things from soccer tryouts to his sister even.

"She always wants me to give her piggyback rides. She'll definitely break my back one day."

I chuckle and say, "It's kinda weird picturing you giving a tiny girl piggyback rides. That's just so cute." I snicker and acknowledge his glare at me for calling him cute.

"Don't call me that."

"Cute brother. Like a cute little panda."

"You better stop that or I'll call you all kinds of girly names."

I growl at him for even pointing out the fact that I'm a girl.

"Why do you hate girls so much?" He asks while eating chocolate chips straight from the container it is in.

"Because they are stupid," I say and simply lick my probably 20th ice cream cone.

"Explains you." I hit his arm and glare at him.

"Girls make irrational decisions and they are easily influenced and they like people blindly and they don't think twice before doing anything stupid and-

"Okay! I got your point. So, that explains why you just decided to throw on a hoodie on a date." I gulp and stare at my ice cream like it's the only thing that exists.

Will he term me off as dumb and weird after seeing I'm in a hoodie and leggings despite knowing that I was to hang out with a boy?

"Do you think I care?" I sigh and say, leaning in on the booth even more while resting my head on the window.

It's true. I actually never cared about what people think of my dressing style. To each his own, right? I have like a hundred hoodies in my wardrobe and I have no shame in wearing them for the rest of my life.

"That's what I like about you." My heart flutters at his words and I look away from his lopsided grin as he leans his head on the window too.

We sit in silence for a while and I play around with the little string that's popping out of my pocket.

POCKET!

I quickly fish out my phone but I'm disappointed when it doesn't switch on. Stupid battery life.

"Before you ask me, I forgot my phone in the car. So...I think we actually are stuck here for the night." He shrugs and continues looking down at his feet.

"Shit. I should have used my phone earlier. I'm so dumb." I sigh and hit my forehead with my phone, placing it back in my pocket after a while.

"Well, if you stopped screaming at me, then you would have realized that."

"Haha. Very funny. You deserved that. Jerk."

"Don't call me a jerk."

"Jerk, jerk, jerk." I sing while standing and walking towards the kitchen in order to get some gummy bears I spotted earlier.

"I said don't call me that!" He shouts before running after me. I chuckle and hop over the counter as fast as I can. I push open the door to the kitchen, quickly closing it so it hits Caleb. I laugh again as I hear his grunt but in a few seconds, he's caught up to me and grabs my arm, pulling me to his chest.