“I –”
“Creed! You gonna buy me a cone or what?”
He twisted around to look behind him and I leaned to the side to look around him. I saw Natalie outside the door, one hand holding it open, one hand on her hitched hip. Her long, tanned legs on show in her short-shorts. Her big boobs making the material of her tight t-shirt stretch.
“In a second,” Creed called back.
I was so intent on my study of the beautiful, tall, brunette Natalie and wishing I had brown hair and long legs and big boobs that I didn’t notice him turn back to me.
“Hey,” he said softly and my eyes shot to him.
Then I quickly dropped my head and moved closer to my bike, mumbling, “Gotta go.”
“Hey,” he said it softly again and, slowly, my eyes lifted to him. When my eyes met his beautiful blue ones, he whispered, “You’ll always be my girl.”
He was just being nice.
I’d stopped being his girl a couple years ago. He had other ones now. Lots of them. Natalie was just the newest one.
I bit my lip and looked away, trying real hard not to cry.
“Hey,” he whispered and I didn’t want to, I could see the wet swimming in my eyes but I pulled in a breath and looked back at him to find him closer and leaning down toward me. “You’ll always be my Sylvie. Yeah?”
I sucked in a breath and nodded.
“Come to the lake. I’ll meet you early,” he ordered.
I nodded again.
He grinned, lifted a hand and touched the green stone hanging at my neck.
“Gotta give my Sylvie her necklace.”
“Okay, Creed,” I whispered.
He pulled only an inch away but stopped and whispered, “It’s always you and me.”
I nodded again and felt my lips quivering.
He kept whispering, “Always me and my Sylvie, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
He lifted a hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Careful ridin’ home.”
“’Kay, Creed.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“’Kay.”
“Later.”
“Bye.”
I got on my bike.
He strode back to the frozen milk stand.