Post Reply Chocolate Flavored Ice Creme
Posted 6/25/10 , edited 6/25/10
Chocolate Flavored Ice Cream

By Koko

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His favorite ice cream flavor of all time was chocolate.

We were at a baseball game in the Spring, his favorite team was playing. The Chickens. I don’t know why they called themselves that... but, it was funny. Liam seemed to like the name.

Everyone in the stands cheered and stood up when one of the pitchers, number 8, pitched a home run.

And beside me, Liam cheered like no other, out of all the rest, his was the best, he held tight to his chocolate flavored ice creme, and pumped his other fist in the air.

“Go chickens! BAWK BAWK BAWK!”

I laughed out loud, leaning back and holding my tummy from so much laughing. On such a day The sun smiled on all of us, who would have expected a gray cloud?

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To his favorite baseball team victory, Liam and I celebrated at his house, with his parents and mine. Well, my mom. My dad left us when I was just six years old, saying that he didn’t want to be responsible for a human life any longer. Mom had once said dad and her met very young, and they fall in love, very fast. And when they had me... dad just, wasn't ready...

I forgive him though. I loved my dad. From what I could remember... I would have never though he would leave like that. I remember him always playing with me, I would always be on his back in our game of piggy back, and he would always throw me up in the air and catch me, never letting me fall. I don’t hate him for his choice. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life hating him.

I was only nine years old. I still had a long life ahead of me.

“Hey, hey, Angelica!” Liam’s voice pulled me back to reality, and something cold and drippy touched my nose.

I realized it was his chocolate ice cream. “H-hey!”

I grabbed his ice cream from his hand and smashed it around his face, he blinked through his chocolate mask, a little surprised. “Hey now... that’s my favorite...”

“Well, it’s on your face now. Lick it off,” I teased, laughing at the face he made. He licked around his mouth, I laughed again.

“You too.” He pointed to my noise, I looked down and touched it with my finger, licking off his favorite ice creme flavor.

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The next day, I was at his house, playing on the new trampoline his mom bought him last summer, when we heard the tune of the ice cream truck in our neighborhood, Liam went crazy.

“Yayyyyy! Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream!”

He ran his ten year old legs to the ice cream truck, humming the tune of the song.

He was always that way. He couldn’t resist it. Thankfully, we always had enough money in our piggy banks to buy ice creme everyday it came by. Twice a day, sometimes. I would always stand beside him, watching the smile on his face grow bigger and bigger as the creme man smiled down at him and said, “Here’s your chocolate flavored ice cream, young man.”

And then he would thank the ice cream man. To Liam, he was like a God. He called the ice cream man God of Ice creme whenever he would see him. “Thanks God of Ice cream!”

I just laughed at him, he always could make me smile. Sometimes too much, where I would cry. Liam meant the world to me, we known each other since we were in diapers.

I knew everything there was about him, his favorite color, which was brown. His favorite baseball team... his favorite game... which was Pokemon, his favorite tv show...

Sponge bob. Of course, I wasn’t surprised.

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And then summer came. School was out for us.

The scorching heat had out little hearts beating and sweating, but we continue to play on and make memories. We went swimming a lot in the summer, Liam liked to slide down the water slides most of all. We played with his hose in his back yard, too, we did everything with one another. But we were just a couple of kids, where playing around was a normal day for us.

One night in summer though... there was a big bad storm. It was so scary with all the sounds outside... Liam was over at my house that time, and the tree branch outside of my house kept hitting the window, making it seem like it was going to break.

There was a giant thunder bolt. I screamed, hugging Liam’s neck tight as I could. “YIKES! Liam... I’m scared...! We’re gonna die!”

He choke laughed, and I released my grip after seeing his face change color. My mom watched us to make sure we were okay, and Liam’s parents were just next door.

“Your such a baby, Angely...! Wah wah wah!” Liam teased me, with that nickname of his... he pulled below his eye and stuck his tongue out. It’s all those cartoons he’d been watching.

“A-am n-not!” I defended.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you stuttering like a babyyy?”


Another bolt that literally shook the ground this time. I tumbled down, catching myself on my hands. “...S-scary...huh, Liam?”

He was on the floor, an embarrassed look on his face. “I...I’ll be right back! Gotta use the bathroom!”

Hah! And I’M the baby...? I laughed at him trying to hold it in though, running toward the bathroom.

I looked at Mom on the couch, palm to her cheek, she smiled warmly, “You kids... you really bring the smile to my face.”

I looked at her, she was so strong... even without dad, she did everything around the house. She worked hours where I had to spend most of the daylight hours at Liam’s, until mom came back from work, which was at around 10 o'clock. She earned every penny she made.

“Mom.” I whispered, lunging at her for a hug. “I love you, mommy...”

I asked her once if she missed daddy... smiling at me, she replied, Everyday.

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Summer was over, and the season of leaves changing color, the season where things wither and die... I didn’t like the season much. But Liam loved every season.

One day in autumn, there was a big pile of leaves in front of his yard, and we stacked more and more, jumping into them and having the time of our lives. Liam thought of everything to do.

But something made me kinda sad...

The ice creme man... he didn’t come around much anymore. The days got cooler, windier, where Liam and I had to watch inside our bedroom windows, wishing the rain, wind possible for a storm, to go away and let us play. Sometimes, I would open up my window and shout toward Liam’s room.

He opened up his window, too, since they were right across each other. And we would yell at each other about the stupid weather and how it should stop. And how much we wanted to be with each other...

I got fed up once with the weather always bad, and decided to take a little risk. I put on my rain coat and ran to his house, since it was just next door, I knew my mom would know where I would be, and she wouldn't worry.

And I rang his doorbell about two times until his mom answered, pushing me to go inside as she slammed the door shut.

She giggled, “Oh my... you two.. Are so much alike.” His mom blushed, sighing, happily...

“Hm?” I looked up at her in wonderment, hearing a familiar laugh to my right.

And there was Liam, next to his coat hanger, ready to put his rain coat on. “Ha ha. Isn’t that funny...”

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At the end of Autumn, I had a bad feeling.

It had been on the weekend. I was watching outside my window on a Saturday morning. At 8 am I saw Liam and his mom in front of the car, for early Saturday shopping I would think.

I rubbed my eyes, yawning as I put my palm flat against the window, leaving a hand print that faded instantly.

It was unexpected, the weather suddenly turned for the worst... and there was an early morning storm...

That day, in his front yard, next to the car, was the last of what I saw of him... his identify. His memories.

He too, was like a tree. Branches, intertwined, were like his memories, if one branch is disturbed... the others move too. And so forth; his memories have moved.

His dad had still been at home when he got the phone call, and his mom wasn't severly hurt. But Liam was in the back, and he was playing with his seat belt when it happened...

He has no recollection of anything. I dreaded the worst was yet to come.

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When I saw him in his hospital bed, alive, well, and a bandaged up forehead and a few cuts, made me want to buy him a year supply of chocolate. I cried like a little girl in front of his bedside, his family, my mom, were there too.

“L-Liam... how are you feeling?” I bent down and took his hand in mine, staring at his bandages.

He looked at his hand and then back up at me, confused. “Um, fine now... thanks for asking. Who are you?”

He had amnesia.

I promised him that day at his bed side, until he remembered me, I wouldn’t leave his side. I would continue playing with him like I always did, until he remembered.

So I tried everything to make him remember.

I showed him all the things he loved, all the friends he’d known. But he would always look at then with a blank look on his face, and then frown, because he couldn’t remember.

I’ve never seen Liam frown like that... and there was just the fact I’d never seen Liam frown. Period.

But I still tried to be my cheerful happy self around him, because maybe, that would strike a chord in his memory. Just maybe.

So I reminisced.

“and on your 6th birthday, you wanted this humongous birthday cake you saw in a magazine! Your mom and my mom helped make it, and when it was done, it was bigger than our heads combined! It was awesome!” I said with enthusiasm, and he watched me with a smile on his face.

“Really...?” He wondered, trying to look back on the memory the way I described it.

“Yeah.” I said softly, my smile fading as I saw the expression on his face.

He couldn’t remember.

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I didn’t want to press him so much to remember, but yet, I couldn’t stop trying either.

I tried something else the next day. He was over at my house, and it was time for our favorite tv show to start. We sat on the floor next to the tv, an eager look on my face when the sponge bob theme song played.

“This was your favorite tv show... Liam...” He looked at me, and then back at the tv.

It was catchy, and he started to bob his head around a bit. “I like it.”

I smiled weakly. “Your favorite character was Patrick.” I added, and he didn’t say anything after he sighed.

10 minutes into the episode, I decided to speak up.

“This episode...” I mumbled, almost too myself. Liam looked over at me and noticed, “Huh? Did you say something?”

I stared at the tv. “This episode was the one where Patrick lost his identify... Sponge bob tried to help him. He missed all the times they used to play in the jelly-fields! They were best friends...” I trailed off at the end, almost making myself cry. Again. But I needed to stay strong, he’d never see me cry! And it won’t jog his memory if he’d see me do that.

Liam hugged me that day when I started to cry anyway, he said he could relate to Patrick in that episode, and he wanted to see, for the first time, Sponge bob and Patrick playing in the jelly fields as best friends.

I took him another baseball game again. I thought it might help.

It didn't.

As everyone cheered in the stands, Liam looked out of place, just sitting there, a little confused.

As he let his favorite ice creme drip to the ground.

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Autumn passed, with Liam in the same condition. Winter came with a cold reality, and we didn’t play in the snow as much as we used to years ago. His parents worried there would be another accident with him, so they kept him inside during most of winter.

I was bored. I had no one to play with. I had no one to help put the finishing touches to my snow man. Liam always added the carrot to the nose. I couldn't do it without him, it was his special thing.

I sighed, my breath seen in the wintry air. I hugged my arms in my winter coat, looking at my fail snowman. There were so many things missing...

Liam always knew how to make the perfect snowman, how to make it stand tall and strong throughout all of winter. It would never melt, not even if a little snow showed through the clouds.

Leaving my snowman, I looked back at Liam’s window longily, and went back into my own home.

Mom was in the living room, reading with a lamp light next to her. “Mom...”

She heard me take off my boots and my jacket, and before she knew it, I jumped into her arms, and her book made a thud to the ground. “Mommy.....” I sobbed on her shoulder, she rubbed my back.

I could smell the scent of her new shampoo in her hair. She'd taken a shower a little while ago. “I miss Liam.... he never comes outside to play anymore... I miss the old him...! He can’t even remember anything I talk about! Why did this have to happen...? Why-” I couldn’t speak anymore, and tears overcame everything else.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. Your trying... very hard. I want you to listen to me, okay?”

I sniffed, taking my fist and rubbing my tears away. I leaned back to look at her face, and she smiled and said, “He may not remember his lost memories... but he’ll always retain them in his heart. Don’t forget that. Your doing something wonderful for him, hunny.” She hugged me suddenly, like a loving mother would. I felt the winters coldness melt away.

“W-what’s that....?” I asked shakingly, closing my eyes.

“You are... making new memories for him. It’s all because of you.”

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Winter ended.

And I thought my loneliness would disappear too, but in the Spring, I found Liam spending more time with his family, inside the house. I thought it was just because his parents wanted to spend more time with him, but it was another reason.

One day in Spring, I showed up at his door step, it took one ring for his mom to answer. “Oh, hello Angelica... Liam’s busy right now... he’s playing baseball with his father in the back yard.” I tried to look past her, but she blocked the way.

I looked up at her, feeling a little hurt. “Can’t I... play with him too?”

His mom looked pained at what she was about to say next, “I’m sorry... Angelica. I don’t want to see my son sad anymore when you mention a past memory for him. He can’t remember, and I think it would be best if you took a little break from him. Let him... make his own memories.”

I felt like I was going to break down and cry at his door step at her words, I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She shut the door in my face before apologizing again.

Just the thought of him making new memories without me was... it wasn't right! We were best friends since we were in diapers!

I felt my knees below me shake, and I felt like I was going to collapse, until I heard the sound...

The tune of the ice cream truck, the same one as always, ring through my ears. The door before me opened, and Liam ran past me, the ice cream man stopped at the curb, and Liam held out a dollar and shouted,

“One vanilla ice cream, please!”

The End
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*Before reading owo
is cream cream or creme o_o
cause i learned ice cream was cream....o_o


Awww.... ;w;
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|D I'll read this in the morning :DD
Looks too long for me to pay attention at this time of night XD
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Sad ending!
His parents are bitches!
Can't they just tell her NOT to tell him about the past?!
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clearllyy somebody gotta be a betch in all mah stories |D
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Yeaaapp XD
Only the ones that have sad endings though
Oh wait
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