Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

I should get Lilah a cone as well. My eyes scanned the park, spotting a single ice cream stand, a ridiculous distance from the ride. I stood from the bench, stealing one last glance at Lilah before heading over to the stand. There was a small queue at the ice cream stand, but it moved quickly, which was good, because every second away from Lilah made my stomach twist a little tighter. Just as I stepped forward, a little girl darted across my path, her balloon nearly slapping me in the face. I jerked back in surprise and collided into a solid chest, hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs.

Look at Calvin and Jex, enjoying the air conditioning in their rooms, the numbers in their bank accounts kept rolling up, much more comfortable than being a star. Thinking of this, Bella felt she should go back to being the boss! Jex called everyone over, "You've all worked hard, Mr. Calvin is treating everyone to popsicles, come on! Everyone gets one." The popsicles brought by Calvin were probably specially ordered, not the cheap ones Fiona bought nearby. Bella went over to take a look and was surprised to see so many varieties that she couldn't choose. While hesitating, someone handed her one, and when she looked up, it was David. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, she accepted it.

I’ve never been on this side of the city so it will need some getting used to before I can move around all on my own. There’s a park just down the street with an ice cream and pop corn stand. Mac must notice how my eyes linger there until he turns down another street which cuts it completely from my view. “We can stop by on our way back.” I turn my torso to look at him. “Really?” A short glance and a smile. “Really.”

I admit and he kisses my lips. "Good. I am glad I can make you smile. Let's get out there before they start without us," Stanley says and we leave our room hand in hand. When we step outside I gasp. The front yard has been transformed. In the middle of our circle drive is a massive white tent open toward the front door. There are two pacifier pinatas, two tables full of pink and blue snacks, and balloons everywhere. Speakers are playing fun music and the guys have a game of cornhole going.

No company wanted to hire me. Left with no other options, I could only take Anna to the park to sell things. I sold small items like toys and snacks while Anna sang and danced nearby to attract customers. Anna was sweet-natured and well-behaved. Many people were willing to patronize my little stall for her sake alone. "Excuse me, how much are these popsicles?" "Three dollars for one, five dollars for two." I looked up and discovered the customer was actually Lucy. "I'll take two then. Hurry up, though. Don't let my husband see."

“I thought you didn’t swear.” “Shit isn’t swearing. Shit is just shit. I’m not exactly dressed for this.” I had two pairs of shoes and two pairs of pants, and I was already wearing half of this right now. I took off my shoes and socks, then rolled up my pants to about my knees. “Don’t you look handsome! Start digging.” After about a half hour we had quite a bit cleared, then I slipped in some sick clay mud and landed in a push-up-like position, somehow saving my pants. I gingerly stood up.

“Hotdogs?” “Yes.” “Popcorn?” “Yes.” “Painted photo walls?” “Yes, Maya.” Her scream echoed through the phone. “CARNIVAL WEEK IS BACK, BABYYY!” I laughed, the heaviness inside me finally dissolving. “I swear, the principal must have been possessed by fun.” Maya giggled. “We need outfits. We’re doing themes. I’m not negotiating.” “I literally already made a list,” I confessed. “Of course you did.” “And I already called dibs on the neon glow booth,” I added. “And the cotton candy stand. And the ring toss. And the—”

Arya replied. "We could do pop-ups," Lily continued. "Different neighborhoods with limited edition flavors or collaborations." I laughed softly and said, "You two sound like you're planning a hostile takeover." "That's exactly what we're doing," Lily said as we tarted packing up, stacking the empty trays and folding the banner we'd printed cheaply but proudly. I was reaching for the last box when I felt someone step up to the table. "Are you sold out?" he asked. I froze. Daniel.

The grill lines stretched long, and the tables groaned under potluck that could feed an army, and that's exactly what it did. Storm stood in the middle of it all like a pint-sized dignitary, moonstone at his throat flashing whenever he clapped. He toddled to the carousel, put both hands on the bright blue horse, and announced “Mine,” which earned him several slow, dignified laps on his pony. Blaze stood next to him, while he smiled at anyone who waved at him; those dimples and chubby cheeks won over everyone. After the carousel slowed to a stop, he ran to the popcorn stand, waited for his turn, and received a huge bucket with extra butter.

Marcus returned and leaned in to me. “Hey Poppie,” he spoke softly to me so as to not draw attention. “You wanna make an easy $500?” “How easy?” I said sitting up. ” Wait a minute, I don’t know, I’m kinda tired.” I just had two guys and I wasn’t planning on a replay. “And you ain’t gotta fuck no Niggas,” he said. I looked at him strangely. “It’s some Bitches that wanna get with you.” I looked at him to see if he was serious - he was.