I Scream For Ice Cream
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When he saw he red creeping up Roarkâs cheeks, he wondered if it was a sign of a developing fever. Or was it just the heat? Should he re-wet the cloth to help him cool down? Before he could do anything, Roark slowly sat up, teasing him about his worrying. Well, his heart just about skipped a beat when a too hasty attempt to get up ended with Roark sinking to his knees. Riley was quick to support his friend with one arm wrapped around his shoulder. His lips were tugged downwards. âYou tell me not to worry and then this happens.â
âSure, sure,â he says, mostly to keep Riley off his back. As much as he likes being fussed over, Rileyâs worry has crossed his threshold of tolerance and now his patience is wearing thin. âWell, thatâs good,â he adds after Riley says he doesnât have any scary movies, âI canât do horror. I just canât.â He pauses--Roark canât remember for certain whether heâs met Rileyâs father before or not.Â
Not that heâs given much time to think about it.
A little eep escapes him as Riley wraps his arm around his waist and helps him up. This wasnât what he was expecting, but heâs not complaining. Right now heâs living the dream--if only he didnât feel like ass at the moment. But no matter how ill or lightheaded he feels. Heâs determined to enjoy this moment and milk it for all itâs worth. Being pressed up against him elicits all sorts of emotions in him: joy, embarrassment, a little bitterness that this isnât happening in the ideal context, and nervousness that heâll be seen. He ducks his face whenever somebody passes them by. Luckily the route gives them a wide berth and they arenât bothered by too many people.Â














