Ice Cream Ice Cream Man Novels & Stories

* Lawrence * The sun was high and merciless, but under the shaded lounge area of the beachfront Magnolia, life was good, too good, maybe. I leaned my back in the woven hammock chair, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of my nose, one arm lazily draped over the cold bottle of beer resting against my stomach. Waves crashed gently in the distance, mingling with the thud of bass from the Bluetooth speaker. My two best friends, Nico and Marcus, were lounging nearby, equally shirtless, equally sunkissed, and equally careless.

Isla, I'm sure you don't mean that," Oliver says, but I'm not listening to him anymore. Instead, my focus is on an ice cream truck. I think Oliver follows my line of interest because he bumps shoulders with me and asks if I want one. I'm quick to nod my head. He leads us over to the ice cream truck, and we exchange greetings with the ice cream man. The man asks us which flavors we want, and I'm the first to answer, "Vanilla!" I exclaim cheerily, and both Oliver and the ice cream man chuckle at my display. Oliver orders the same thing, and the man hands us our ice cream. Oliver gives him money, and we walk away.

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.

Make him more annoyed to Clever, when he could just come home right now, he would suddenly attack the man, and he probably would do it without hesitation. He really lost hope when he saw that the seller was ready to leave, there he felt cold on his cheek. It was an ice cream held by a man smiling at him. "Here, I saw you from afar and it's obvious on your face that you love ice cream yet you can't buy it because you're missing your wallet." He said enthusiastically to Jace, "Don't you want to? Oh, "he said while grinned again, even if Jace didn't want to, he didn't do anything but to accept the ice cream. What right does he have to refuse a man like a puppy who want some attention?

I jumped out of the car in happiness of finally eating and doing something I like , ice cream. "I would like to have two vanilla please." I said impatiently to the ice cream man,the thought of consuming it made me excited. " Sure ." He scooped two vanilla ice cream into a cone and gave me . "What about your boyfriend,would he like some." The man asked. I looked at Noah to see him frozen at a spot at the mention of him being my boyfriend. "He isn't my boyfriend...his my friend." I answered unsurely back to the man. You won't blame him for thinking we were both dating from the looks of things. I was buying ice cream with a boy by myside it sure looked like a date.

But I couldn’t do that with Jenny here. “Well I’m not gonna leave you alone…” she began. “Would you do me the biggest favor in the world? I could really go for some ice cream..” I told her. The ice cream place was on the other side of town .. it would take her a while to go get it and I could call someone. “Yeah? Mashup mania?” She asked me grinning. Mashup mania was what we had dubbed our ice cream order. It was actual napalm. Cookie dough, butter pecan, and Oreo ice cream mixed up in a bowl. Yum.

As if he read my mind his smile faded, and he looked away quickly. He opened the fridge and took out a tub of ice cream. I snickered. One of the staff gave us two bowls and spoons. He scooped generous amounts of chocolate ice cream into them and handed me one. “Ice cream is the best medicine.” He said, winking at me. “And you know that why?” I took a bite of the cold confection and let it melt in my mouth. “Well, I’ve had my fair share of feeling miserable.” He said, licking his spoon. “The man who took me under his wing, Big Jim was his name, he taught me everything I knew. This was one of them. Ice cream made bad feelings go away.”

An extra-long decked-out SUV with colorful decorations and an eye-catching cartoon design suddenly pulled up at the curb off the road, lively music blaring from its rolled-down windows. The sides opened up to reveal an ice cream vendor inside. People immediately started flocking over to get their frozen treats, kids and adults alike. "Ooh, the ice cream man has arrived!" I said excitedly, giving Karl's hand a little tug like a child myself. "Can you please grab me one? With sprinkles on top?" He chuckled at my enthusiasm and leaned in to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "You got it, princess. Don't go anywhere." Karl sauntered over to the truck.

“What flavors would you like?” “Uh…” He paused for a while, as he wondered how to tell her he doesn’t like sweets, and he hadn’t eaten ice cream since he was sixteen, she seemed so eager to make him take one though, it wouldn’t hurt to have one as well. “Vanilla, one scoop please.” He said and she turned her attention back to the ice cream man who was already scooping up the ice creams in their cones. “You love sweets,” he noticed as they strolled along.

It made him look more mature, even if they appeared to be the same age. "So, would you two like to order? We have a line going on here." The employee told them, trying to sound polite but the annoyed look on his face gave him in. "Yes, uh— two peanut butter ice cream with cake batter, fudge and Oreos." The employee prepared their orders while they stood beside each other in comfortable silence. Elena could not help but compare the peace she felt with this man she just met to the tension she felt around her boyfriend. When their orders were ready, Elena reached into her purse but the man stopped her, "It's on me," he said and then proceeded to hand in his card. "It's not every day you see som