Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

It was filled with something different, something like he wanted me. He came closer to me, and I blinked rapidly—but he never blinked. His gaze was steady on me, and we were just an inch apart. A knock on the window ruined our moment; Adrian turned to face the ice cream person. I let out a long breath—I don’t think I’d been breathing the whole time he was that close. “Here.” He handed me a popsicle. I noticed it was just one—he didn’t have one for himself. Maybe he hated ice cream.

André's POV Olivia tapped my arm and drew my attention to a pink ice cream stand near the mall. “It's really hot. Can we get some ice cream?" I smiled at her and obliged, and together, we headed towards the ice cream stand. She bought a strawberry popsicle, and I saw the glee in her eyes as the stand owner handed it to her.

Nate checks his watch and then unlocks the stroller and walks down the sidewalk, which separates the public beach from the rest of Pelican Bay. "Do you want to stop and get some ice cream?" he asks as we get closer to the ice-cream stand. A small rectangular building sits in the middle of the parking lot connected to the beach. I've tried to say away because my hips don't need the calories, but they have the best soft serve I've ever eaten. Besides, I'm pretty sure they're putting something else besides milk and sugar in it.

Callie tried four times but narrowly missed her target each time. ‘You just need a bit more practice,’ Elias comforted her. Callie put down the air gun and shrugged. ‘Maybe we should step up my training once we return to the academy.’ Her spirits were lifted soon as she spotted a stand adorned with handmade pottery, the vibrant colours and intricate designs drawing her in like a magnet. ‘Elias, look at this!’ Callie pulled him towards the stand. ‘Handmade pottery! Isn’t it beautiful?’ ‘Let’s check it out.’

Thankfully the first booth we chose didn't shut down, nor have any technical issue. The booth has some people waiting but they aren't that many. The owner has a short height, a round figure, and a black curly moustache under his nose. At the side, there are different sizes fluffy toys which are prizes for winning. The game is pretty simple. There are a row of different color balloon tied up quite a distance away from the player , and you are given a dart to pop as much as you can. "Want to go first?" Darius looks down at me and I shake my head, thoroughly discouraged.

He hasn't popped the question yet, but I am dying to say yes. We stopped by a dart-a-balloon stand, and he said he wanted to play. I stood beside him as he prepared to throw a dart on one of the balloons. At first, I thought it was just an average booth, but I learned that it was not because after one balloon was popped, it revealed" Patricia" as a prize. The next balloon revealed" A kiss," and the third showed" from." If you read the whole phrase, it says," A kiss from Patricia."

She was ever cold. "I think here would be where you can help yourself, there is a snacks dispenser," I pointed at it at the far end, "And a coffee maker," I pointed to it too, "If you want milkshakes, smoothies, and the likes, it's available too." I pointed to the stands for each of the things I mentioned. "I'll be leaving now, the pack needs me." "Sure," Soren shook my hand, "Thank you, man." "It's nothing."