You’d think you’d ever grow used to the overwhelming heat the charming small town had to offer every year at this time of the year, but apparently she was wrong. Wallis felt like she was slowly being tortured to death, a very slow and excruciating death at that, and comforted herself with sweet fruit and a compatible wine to make the day liveable. Summer had finally come knocking on Wester’s door and this time with a loud bang. Yes, Wallis’ favourite time of the year was winter, but she had to admit she had been looking forward to this almost as much as she had for Christmas. She absolutely adored the summer vacation, what was there not to love about it? People kept taking more and more clothes off both for better and for worse, she could eat as much ice cream she wanted without people looking too weirdly at her and she absolutely adored playing around in the ocean with her friends.
She lazily propped up from her blanket, her dark coloured eyes scanning the familiar area for a familiar face. To her pleasant surprise she spotted something way better than a familiar face but an ice cream truck. It was quick to catch her attention as all the kids headed straight to it. She got up, didn’t bother covering herself more up than with what she already was wearing, a turquoise bikini, and headed towards the ice cream truck with the sun bathing her neck on her way over. As she got closer to the truck she spotted a face she was not expecting to see, Fabian. She hadn’t really seen much off him lately of course they’d met up once in a while but that was mainly for sex, which was always a pleasure. She wondered if this meeting would turn to the same ending as all their others meeting or not. There was no doubt in her mind which outcome Wallis was rooting for.
She approached the truck with a small chuckle as all the other kids seemed to have run back to their parents sunbathing on the beach. “Surprise me” she teased. By now every time she saw Fabian she knew she would get a sweet taste of her tattooed pretty boy, but this time they hadn’t arranged meeting beforehand; it made this even more exciting. She licked her bottom lip quickly followed by biting down in an inviting smile. “So, how are you?” she chatted cheerfully, as her body was entirely fixated on him, it was as though she could literally hear her pulse rising just by the thought of having him. She had missed him.
He’d seen her approach the truck from a far. He’d been scooping up a load of mint choc chip for this kid who’d specifically asked for three scoops, not two and with Fabian being more interested in the girl with the blue bikini top and curly hair he’d of course given him about four instead. So he shoved his scooper back in and threw out some of it, handing the cone over to the obnoxious brat who just grunted as a response. He wanted to shove the ice down his throat instead but kept his anger on a leash. Would be nice to be able to keep a job for longer than a day or two for once.
Seeing his work was in an ice cream truck and Wallis was well, Wallis, he need he wouldn’t have to really say anything to get her to come over. She was head over heels for ice cream and well, Fabian knew of ways to make ice cream fun in other ways than just eating it so he didn’t really mind.
When she eventually stood in front of him he let his eyes wander, drag across her shoulders and did a once-over before actually meeting her eyes. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before but he never really got tired of looking at Wallis’s body. It was gorgeous, simply. “Hey. I’m not too surprised at seeing you here, honestly,” he grinned, biting off the last piece of his ice cream and let the cool substance melt on his tongue before speaking. “One surprise coming up, lady.”
He did a 180, leaning up to grab a cone from the shelf above his head. While sorting out what kind of flavors would be the best to serve the fiery girl who, honestly, was the only one Fabian actually bothered to meet up with other than at parties. He liked her company, too. The whole amazing sex part was just a welcomed bonus. “I’m splendid, aren’t I? Got myself this fancy job and all,” he snickered sarcastically, finally deciding that a fruity sorbet would be a good choice. “The last one who ran this got himself arrested for tricking children into something completely different than ice cream, if you get my drift,” he shrugged, grimacing at the thought as he turned back to face her. “No wonder I got it this easily. I’m at least an upgrade of sorts from that old bag of dicks.”
He placed the ice cream in front of her, jabbing a spoon in it before pushing it in her direction, smirking mischievously. “Can’t smoke in here, though. Downside. But, at least I got you here.” And he leaned over the counter, resting on his elbows crossed beneath him. “You look great in that bikini. Should wear it all the time, Wallis.”
The van was cold but not nearly cold enough. It was one of the perks he’d assumed came with driving an ice cream truck; that he’d have somewhere to cool down in the heat that came with the summers in Wester. He hadn’t been staying in Wester for too many summers in a row but he knew how hot it got and today was no different. London weren’t even half as hot as this.
He shoved the freezer open again, breathing in the cold air and letting it seep over his skin in a pathetic effort to turn the temperature down at least a little. Needless to say, it didn’t work. He groaned, shutting the freezer again with a frustrated slam- wanting nothing more than to drive the stupid truck back and lay out in the sun to sleep for a couple of hours.
Deciding there was no use in trying to use the freezer to cool down he simply fished out an ice cream instead, not really caring about which one he took. He tore up the wrapper, pleased as the ice was colored pink. Pink usually meant strawberries. Or raspberries, one or the other. He preferred that to chocolate. Or vanilla, for that matter.
While he ate it, slowly, letting the ice melt in his mouth before taking another bite he let his eyes glance over the crowd at the beach in front of him. Most of them were swimming, others were spread around on towels or chairs, letting the sun tear at their skin in a hope to get a tan. Fabian himself were more than tan enough, having spent days working outside on his car. That, contrary to what this was, were at least something he did voluntarily. He liked to spend time doing nothing but fixing it up. Spending hours cooped up in an ugly ice cream truck with kids running down your throat were not at the top of his list of favorite things to do. But it was at job. It got him a paycheck.
I mean, I guess they can be sometimes? But they’re also very relaxing? And it’s like… responsibility and stuff.
I guess I could keep it. If no one wants it.
That’s awesome! Are you keeping it?
I don’t know. It’s just there. Should I feed it?
That’s what the internet is for! They say people who have dogs live longer, you know.
That seems weird. Aren’t they stressful?
If he doesn’t have a home you should totally keep him.
I don’t even know how to take care of a dog.
Opened my door to find a dog in the hallway. It’s just.. Sitting there and it’s not mine.