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The boy quickens his pace as he turns the corner of the sidewalk onto the less-busy side street. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his baggy blue jeans, feeling the textured coins, counting six – exactly what he needs for his beloved snack. He could almost taste the icy chocolate flavor melting upon his tongue. He always savors that taste, as he could afford to have it only every other week.
The cold, metal door handle fit perfectly in his palm as he swings the glass door open. He freezes for a moment, seeing a group of popular kids from his school. Among the group sits the girl of his middle school dreams-a pretty girl his age, with long, curly blond hair that reaches the middle of her back, and the blue eyes he absolutely adores, but only from afar. The group of friends she surrounds herself with intimidates him, each one handsome and pretty and with some money. He is the opposite-old jeans, run-down shirts, barely any money to his name. Oddly they share similar sandy blond hair tones and Aryan features, except he has striking green eyes instead of blue. He knew that is and always will be be the only thing they had in common.
He decides to try to ignore them as he approaches the counter, hoping that they won’t take notice of him. His eyes fall upon the vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream. He points to the chocolate, but eyes the strawberry longingly. The strawberry cost more than the others, too much for him to afford, and he refused to save his money because by nature he was impatient. He knew she was eating it, though, that strawberry flavor that he imagined tastes like her sweet personality.
He hands over the coins and eagerly grabs his small bowl of chocolate ice cream, turns and hurries out of the shop. His worry over the popular crowd disappears as he starts eating his cold, sweet treat.
No matter what happened in his life, he knew he could always depend on and look foraward to that bi-weekly bowl of chocolate ice cream.
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Two weeks later…
His feet hit the cement of the all too familiar sidewalk that he traveled down every other week. It never took him very long to find the shop. He knew he wasn’t the smartest person, but he could always locate the ice cream shop.
He glances into the window and sighs to himself when he sees no one that he recognizes at the shop. He walks right up to the counter, eyes glued to the middle bucket of ice cream. He glances to his right, noticing someone already standing beside him, Heat rose to his cheeks as he recognizes the blond hair. The matching blue eyes are moist with tears and her face displays and equally sad expression. He saw that she didn’t quite have enough money to get her usual strawberry ice cream.
He could not keep from feeling sorry for her, for her tears. She seems to love her ice cream as much as he did his usual flavor. Reluctantly he reaches into his pocket, withdraws his change and hands it to her. She questions him with hopeful eyes and refuses, but he insists that she take the money. A wide smile spreads across her face as she takes it; he quickly turns and hurries out the door, feeling a little sad without his ice cream. The only thing that makes him feel a little better is the thought that she is enjoying her dish of strawberry.
After another half a block back to his home, he hears soft footsteps not far behind him. He turns to see her standing behind him holding her bowl of strawberry and chocolate ice cream. She smiles at him as she held up the bowl along with two spoons.
He returns a shy smile as he takes a spoon. They find a nearby bench and sit together.
The strawberry flavor tastes sweet on his tongue.
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