Back With Another Milkshake Novels & Stories

I started to reach for ingredients that I felt were necessary for the chocolate milkshake. Two more orders came in and Alex wasn’t forthcoming. I broke into a cold sweat. “What’s taking you so long, Miles?” The woman cried out. “Just a minute!” I added an Oreo on top. I dipped a straw into the milkshake, dropped the glass on a tray, and dashed toward her. I got to her table and placed the drink before her. I watch the woman stare at it for too long. “Why is it looking so white? I said a chocolate milkshake for God’s sake.” She lamented and dropped her baby on the floor. The child began to crawl toward the staircase.

Dre’s explaining excitedly, like a little kid talking about their favourite toy. Ruth frowns. “We both ordered strawberry shakes; there’s no chocolate.” At the same time, their eyes land on my chocolate milkshake, and without asking, Dre snatches my drink out of my hand. “Help yourself, I guess,” I mutter to myself with an edge of sarcasm. Dre mixes the two flavoured drinks like a barrister, stirring with a straw. While Ruth watches, amused. Dre takes a sip first, then passes it to Ruth to try.

Beside me, Malik sipped lazily from his tall milkshake, one of those overly aesthetic ones with whipped cream stacked like a snowcap and some kind of cookie jammed at an angle like a flag of surrender. “Okay,” he said between slurps, “note to self: this shops over every coffee shops for group meets. My taste buds are reborn.” I huffed a laugh. “You say that now, wait till your stomach starts protesting in an hour.” “It’s called living on the edge, Andrew. Try it sometime.” I shook my head, smiling despite myself as we strolled toward the street corner. The campus was a short walk from here, and I figured I’d head that way after saying goodbye.

I saw that glint in his eyes and I knew what he was talking about. A playful smile curved up my lips as I said, “Milkshake?” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next thing I knew, Ryder and I were at the bodega picking up six different flavors of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. When we got home, we made turned some of the ice cream into milkshake and ate the rest. I felt like I was six years old again, giggling away with my mom behind my grandma’s back as we ate way too much sweets.

He seated her opposite himself as he sat with his back to the wall. A waitress in a blue uniform greeted them with menus and glasses of water and left them to decide on their lunch order. "What looks good to you?" Blake asked. "You should know, they make killer milkshakes." He grinned at her. "Milkshakes?" she laughed. "I haven't had a milkshake in…forever. I'm always in training for one role or another." He arched an eyebrow. "You aren't in training now. You want a milkshake, don't you? Aw, come on." His face was mischievous.

“Can I get you something to eat or drink?” “I’m good,” she says without looking up. “Are you sure? You look like you could use a power boost.” That’s when she finally looks at me. There is a flicker of annoyance there but she gives in. “A strawberry vanilla bean milkshake.” “Too safe.” “Excuse me?” “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, already pushing back my chair.

He immediately grabbed a banana cream milkshake and drank it up as well. "Is there anything more comforting than sipping a milkshake made by you guys on a summer day?" Abel exclaimed, praising the drinks repeatedly. "After having two cups, my energy has completely recovered." Mr. Wilson, on the side, also took a mango milkshake and savored it slowly. Nodding, he revealed a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth. "Not bad, not bad."

When I walked back out, three glasses clinked on a tray—two wine glasses for Rosa and me, and a milkshake glass for Annalise. I handed it to her with a small smile. “This fixes everything.” She held it like it might be sacred. “My inner child thanks you.” “You deserve the sweetness right now,” I said. “The real kind. Not the Clarke Whitehill kind.” That earned a small laugh from her, at least. Rosa leaned forward. “You okay?” Annalise took a slow sip of the milkshake and then another. She set it down carefully on the coffee table and looked up at us.

“I’ll be back soon.” Weaving through the crowd to the counter. The line felt eternal, every second amplifying the heat in my cheeks. When I finally returned with her milkshake, I set it down in front of her carefully. She took a sip, then wrinkled her nose. “Hmm. Not bad for cafeteria slop. You’re almost useful, Rhea. Almost.” Queeneth snickered, and Owen let out a low chuckle. I bit the inside of my cheek, holding it together. I had no choice here, pushing back would just invite more hell.

I didn't feel reassured. "What kind of heavenly dessert did you have in mind when you thought of here? " Winston asked, breaking the silence between us. "Ice cream. There's a stand around here, he makes really good ice cream." I said. I looked around, searching for the familiar pastel cart. "There he is!" I pointed at the cart. "I'll get it." He said walking towards the ice cream stand. I held his hand back. "We should go together," I said. "Morgan, tonight is about you, okay?" He said and put his hand over mine. "What flavor do you want?"