It was hot. Too hot. How the heck could Souda possibly wear long sleeves all the time? I shake my head. Now wasn't the time to think about him, it was time to think about something cold you could eat. I wonder if he would like it if I brought him something?
I face palm. What did I just tell myself? Treats, not Souda!
Then it clicks.
"Ice cream!" I yell. I roll off the couch and dive for my wallet. I peek inside and make note of the funds. Then I march my happy butt to the grocery store and head to the freezer section.
"What flavor do I want?" I pause. What flavor would Souda want? I'm standing there for long enough that someone has to ask me to move so they can reach the door I was in front of.
I mutter an apology and stand aside, still deep in thought. I decide to text him and ask.
[Hey, so if I were to buy ice cream, what flavor would you want?] sent at 4:13pm
[I mean I dont really have a favorite] sent at 4:15pm
[As long as it's not that sugar free crap you normally have to get.] sent at 4:15pm
[Fair enough. In my defense, I only eat sugar free to avoid more carbs and I hate that crap. Beggars can't be choosers...] sent at 4:16pm
[I know. You tell me that every time you buy ice cream. I'm just glad youre thinking about me, really] sent at 4:17pm
[It's hotter than normal today, and pops is really on my case for who knows why...] sent at 4:17pm
[Anyways I'm at the shop, just come on over when you're ready and we can have a party or something] sent at 4:18pm
I glance up from my phone to look over their skimpy selection of frozen dairy. I know he'd probably get a laugh out of strawberry flavor if I told him I got it because it matched his hair. I shrug and grab my favorite flavor out of their picked-over treats and pause when I pass the drinks. "He said we'd throw a party, right?" I mumble to myself. I grab a 2-liter of my favorite diet drink and head for the register. The cashier smiles at me. "Find everything okay?" the friendly boy at the register asks me. I'm more of the anti-social type, so I return with a muted smile and a nod. Then he hands me my bags. "That'll be $5.03, please!" I hand him cash and in return I get a receipt with change. "Thank you, have a good day!" He calls out as I walk away. "Um, you too.." but he probably doesn't hear me. I shudder as soon as I'm out of sight despite myself. I don't like talking to people if I don't have to. I look at my bags. At least he put my stuff in different bags so nothing would bust or anything. Turning to face the direction to my favorite mechanic's house, I book it so the ice cream will still be frozen enough to enjoy.
My arrival goes unnoticed, so I make my way into Souda's back yard. "Souda? I got (Favorite flavor), that okay?" I call out as I open his work shed. "Souda?" He's sitting on the floor, facing away, with headphones on. I decide not to scare him, because his dad has probably already put him through the ringer. I whip out my phone and text him.
[Yo, not to scare you but I'm standing behind you] sent at 4:53pm
His phone buzzes and I watch him pick it up to respond. He stiffens up and quickly turns, yanking his headphones off. "(Y/n)! You got here so quickly." I smile. "Well, yeah! Ice cream only stays frozen for so long, silly." He returns the smile. "What flavor?" He asks. "I got (F/F), hope you're okay with that." Souda shrugs. "Yeah, that's fine. Let me just go get some bowls and spoons." He stands up and dusts himself off. I notice he's barefooted again. "Could you get a cup with ice, too?" I ask as he passes me. He eyes the other bag I'm holding. "Diet? Diet is so gross, you know that..." I roll my eyes.
"Would you rather have me in a coma? Regular soft drinks would hit my blood stream way too fast. I'd get sick if I don't drink diet. Believe me, I get where you're coming from." He shrugs."Yeah, yeah. You've gotta take care of yourself. Speaking of which, have you done the testing thing? You're about to eat." He gently reminds me. I reach into my bag and hold up my "kit". "I'm on it, don't you worry. You just go get the stuffs. Please don't forget my ice!" He smiles and feigns hurt. "I would never!" Is the last thing he says before making his way into his house.
I set the ice cream and soft drink down and use my glucometer like Souda had reminded me. I hum when the number pops up. "meh, it's okay..." I mumble. It's barely above my target range. I take enough insulin to cover everything and wait for Souda to come back. When he does, his face is mildly flushed. "Why's your face pink?" I ask. He sets everything on a workbench and waves his hand as if to dismiss the question. "It's just hot is all. Nothing unusual." For some reason I doubt him, but I'm distracted by the lack of cup. "Where's my ice?" I pout. He gasps quietly. "N-No wait, I didn't forget-! I-..." He face palms. "Okay, I forgot. Lemme go get it for you." He turns, but I stop him.
"I wanna come with you." Grasping his sleeve as I spoke, he pauses. His face turns from pink to red. "Uh, yeah. Okay! T-that was really cute, (y/n)." He mumbles the last part. I blush at that. "You really do like sweet things, huh? You're probably the sweetest they come!" I exclaim with a smile. We end up making cute comments like that back and forth as we make our way to the ice cream once more. We finally sit down on the floor and dig in. It's melted a little bit, but it's still good enough to eat. I take a glance at Souda, who's reading the label of the 2-liter I bought.
"Hey, Souda?" His head perks up. "What is it?" He asks. I scoot closer to him, and lean against his shoulder. "I'd be okay if I couldn't have any more sugar ever again. Do you know why?" I look up at him. He's looking back down at me. "Why?" He asks. "Because I've got a different kind of sugar." I mumble before I steal a quick kiss. I smile as his face lights up the brightest I've seen since I got here. I rest my head against his shoulder once more.
"You're gonna drive me crazy, (y/n)..." Souda mumbles before resting his head on top of mine.