❝ KISSING STRANGERS! ❞

@notyourkiddiecone

Her body and this ice cream van were not compatible. Did this vendor appreciate a shroud of light pink gingham covering his store window, like a curtain? A high trembling in her throat, while making her decision. It wasn’t meant to sound so unsettling but, there we go and here we are listening to it. Yes, that’s right Hester, scare the man that’s about to take your order. She considered something simple. “An ice cream vanilla oyster, please.” 

Hester half squinted through the sunlight behind his head, down on one knee to peek through the window. Like with everything she said, it was a half whispered request. Her green eyes were sparkling like something out of an old silver screen film. You could clearly hear the creaks and crinkles of her starched stockings over the waves, as the woman tried to maintain position. 

━ Though the main demographic that came up to the counter were kids and teens, there was no shame in the truck attracting adults chasing an indulgence and/or the nostalgia of youth. Plus, given the town’s balmy atmosphere even when it’s supposed to be fall, Van had a rare opportunity to be in business a little longer before the tides give in to the winter chill.

Nodding at the female’s request, his mouth smoothed into a lopsided grin. It wasn’t every day that someone asked for a shaped waffle, so he only crafted a few and they’d last the month. “Yes, ma’am!” Straightening up, his hair brushed against the ceiling -- something he’d learned to ignore. In a swift motion, Van went from washing his hands, patting them dry with the hand towel at his belt, picking up one of the oysters and generously patting into two scoops of homemade vanilla. It was a little too easy to tell he’d been doing this for a long time.

@notyourkiddiecone​ continued from here

Now that he had an audience, Eddie was very ready to get his spook on. He may or may not have been working on the best way to tell this after he discovered it on Reddit, since he had so much time on his hands.

“Okay, so get this.  A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the childs bed.

The kid is like shit scared at this point, yeah so what he does is pretend to sleep and chooses to ignore the dripping blood smeared on his wall. You know if you don’t see it then it doesn’t exist? But as he’s lying still he can still hear the ragged breathing from underneath his bed, getting louder and more disturbed. 

The kid rolls over and let’s his eyes adjust to the darkness and is able to make out the words smeared on his wall. I know you’re awake! The kid gasps out loud and then, smack, the bed shifts and the kid is never seen or heard of again. All that was found was the dead bodies and the blood on the wall,” Eddie finished fairly proud of his little story.

━ Though he didn’t stop cleaning the truck, going from counter to the exterior of the cold table then the condiment station, Van’s movements slowed some towards the end. If there’s anything that sent chills down the normally frosty persona of his, it’s the wickedness of man. The world may be filled with kindness, but all his years taught him both that and the cruelties humans were capable of. He’d lived through segregation, World War II, Vietnam, the fear of nuclear attack for so long... one would think the immortal would be a skeptic by now, but he continued to defy the odds. His heart had remained pure and wholesome, like the soft serve he represented.

“Well. Reminds me to go ‘round my house and lock up tight, make sure there are no spooks to be seen ‘fore I go to bed tonight,” he remarked thoughtfully before letting out a snicker. “Ya know, that ain’t too bad, dude. Could make a living outta telling tales with a voice like that.”

❛    —    i’m not moving, ever.    ❜

    damn this boy.. too cute for his own good. no matter how hard she tried to remain uninteresting all she could bring herself to do was smile at him and giggle. maybe ren HAD had too much to drink after all.. or maybe she was just lonely. and he sure did look like a tasty treat. wrapping her arm around his neck, she brought her cup to her lips for another sip, which pulled him in closer. shirt be damned. now her mission was to make him blush.

    “ I’m renata. what’s your name, handsome ?? ”

━ Though the intention of the party was to get acquainted with some of the people in the neighborhood since all he’d done so far since moving in was work, it’d quickly turn into a mess of alcohol, music, and making out. Of course, Van should’ve expected it since Dip threw it. He’d found himself in a corner, at least staying comfy on the couch.

With present company much more social that he’d been all night, he could at least play nice. She was pretty cute anyway, especially with that little laugh of hers, and that seemed to put him at ease. “Van. And that’s Mister Handsome Homeowner, thank ya very much,” he chuckled.

━ If he were honest, the runaway was terribly displeased that he couldn’t find anywhere to sleep. While he’d been drifting for a few years now, most nights were spent managing to convince an elderly couple or merciful motel owner to let him stay in a room, even sometimes gave clothes and/or food. Then again, it was partly the work of his own gifts, not that he was ever going to complain. He appreciated all the help he could get considering it wasn’t like he could go someplace to “just get a job,” like some strangers would grumble in his direction. Those assholes. 

Bachelor parties were typically loud and rowdy but it was worth it for the tips she would make on nights like this. They were good normally, working in a place like this, but get a guy in there that is facing devoting his whole life to only one woman for the rest of his life and his painfully single friends. Goldmine. One performance later and some mingling with the patrons and she already had made enough to make rent for the month. That was all she needed. Just enough to keep a roof over her son’s head and keep her head above water while in school. 

As she made her way towards the back of the club (where patrons that were usually unwillingly dragged here tended to be) she spotted a particularly good-looking man sipping on his drink. Good looking men came and went constantly but they were usually a bit older. It wasn’t very often a guy in his 20′s had the cash to burn here. He looked to be about her age, though. 

“Hi there.” She stood in front of the small booth he was sitting in– her six-inch heels making her seem much taller than she actually was. With one hand resting on her hip, she flashed him a brilliant smile, “You look like you’re enjoying your drink more than anything.” 

━ If it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn’t taken full advantage of the bar or that he wasn’t in charge of getting home (that was Dip’s job, and he wasn’t going to be here until midnight), the normally charming ice cream truck man would’ve slipped away by now. People glancing at him and noting how attractive he was, he lived with for a long time now. In fact, there were several specimens that Van wouldn’t mind taking a better examination of, but he kept that to himself since tonight wasn’t about himself. It was the very fact that he was in a large crowd of strangers. More importantly, adults strangers. Children were nothing in comparison to adults. They weren’t corrupted, not driven by passions and motivations... some darker than others.

a   soft   throat   clear   as she gives a small shrug of her shoulder   ,   ❝   we should get   -   a chocolate fountain   ,   but instead of chocolate   ,   it should be bridesmaid tears   .   i think that’s fair   .   ❞

     “   OH,   I  LOVE  kfc   !   mashed  potatoes,   the  chicken   —-   ”   and  he’s  rambling  again.

              @notyourkiddiecone   ’d   !