Mao Sakibou (ex_bigmaoth666) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-17 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | mao sakibou, may 2010 |
Who: Mao and Luke.
What: ICE CREAM DATE!!
Where: I totally forgot the name of the ice cream place and I'm too lazy to look it up.
When: Saturday around 1.
There was a big part of Mao that was completely mortified over how excited he was. It wasn't a date. Completely wasn't. He and no intention of fooling himself, even if it did sort of feel like he had asked Lukas out. And, holy shit, Lukas had said yes. He spent the morning driving Tetsuo absolutely crazy, ricocheting through the house, hogging the bathroom for ungodly amounts of time, and just generally being insufferable to the point where his brother was sure to be glad to have him gone for a while, grounding or no grounding. Mao tried to tell himself that he wasn't trying to make sure he looked good for Luke, ignoring the fact half his wardrobe was now strewn across his room because nothing was 'working'. He settled on a red t-shirt with cartoon beets using a turn table, a black sweater, cargo shorts that went to his knees, and dissatisfied with all his shoes, he gave up and just wore a pair of green flip-flops.
Lacking transportation, he walked to the ice cream place, arriving a little early. He couldn't help it, once he had gotten ready, it drove him nuts to just sit around at home. He did his best to act casual, disguising his pacing by making it look like he was just aimlessly wandering around. Yup. Nothing weird about hanging around an ice cream place by yourself. Not at all. He shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes constantly shifting to look down one side of the street, then the other. Should he get the ice creams now? He frowned, impatient even though he was the early one. He checked his watch every now and then, only able to last until two minutes past one before he cracked and went to the window to order. A tin roof sundae for Luke as requested, and a mint chocolate chip ice cream in a waffle cone for himself.
Ordering early was a bad idea. Once the ice cream was ready, he was stuck standing there looking like a dork, holding them. He was starting to get paranoid that Lukas wasn't going to show up. It would be just like him, to be a chicken shit and stand him up! Or maybe he never intended to come at all, that'd be like him too. Fucking Lukas.
A bit of his cone began to drip over his fingers, distracting him. He licked at his knuckles, forgetting about being annoyed at Luke, instead he had to focus on avoiding the temptation to start eating without him.