Ice cream is the way to a young man’s heart(1/?)

Pete was a spunky kid, the new boy in town, just moved to London from America. Away from all his old friends, he was feeling pretty alone, he just didn’t seem to be fitting in. The only friend he did have was his new friend, Lou. She’d been there for him since the very first day he’d moved to the new school, and was always great for confiding his problems and insecurities to. She was his best friend, and he felt much more comfortable with her than any of the girls he had known before. He’d had some girlfriends in the past, although nothing serious; after all he was only 14. He was pretty sure he was straight.

Until he met Patrick. The ice-cream man.

Patrick was a 20 year-old guy, just left home, and had hit on some hard times, until he met Gerard, who’d given him a job as an ice-cream man. He loved what he did and even if the pay wasn’t much, it was enough. It was also pretty inconspicuous, which suited Patrick’s rather shy personality just fine. He’d always been a little unsure of his sexuality, especially since he’d had a little crush on his boss. He’d had girlfriends, but they’d never given him what he needed, what he wanted.

Then he met Pete.

“What…Can I get for you?” Patrick asked turning to face the boy who now stood before him. A little more than 5ft tall, with jet black hair and hazelish eyes, carefully rimmed with eyeliner. Slowly, Patrick took in this sight, every last detail absorbed.

“Err…Hello?” The hazel eyed boy said, in a heavy American accent.

“Oh gosh!” Patrick spluttered, “I’m so sorry, what was it you asked for?”

“I asked for a screwball,” He replied, clearly annoyed.

At this, Patrick's already rosy cheeks turned a violent shade of beetroot. 'Screwball...' he thought to himself, having to cough to suppress the giggle that was dying to escape.

Flashing a grin at the boy, who for some reason made Patrick’s heart skip a beat, he said, “Here you go! That’ll be £1.10 please!”

He handed Pete the screwball with a flourish.

“I, err, thanks!” Pete stammered finding himself unable to break the incredible eye contact he now held with the young, somewhat attractive, ice cream man. “I’m sorry.” Pete managed to stutter going red, “I’m not so good with this English money. I, like, recently moved here with my mom from Chicago…” He grinned at Patrick, “I’m rambling; here this is the right amount isn’t it?” Pete finished, whilst he stared intently at the ice cream man realising they’d barely broken eye contact since he’d started his short speech.

Pete had his hand held out with the money in it, at first Patrick merely stared at it, as if it were some strange foreign object before finally forcing his hand to move from where it had been plastered to his side to take the money from the hazel eyed boy, who he still didn’t know the identity of.

“I…Thanks! Yeah, that’s the right amount, see you around sometime!” Patrick said, managing to keep his cool as the hazel eyed boy grinned clearly pleased that he’d been able to give Patrick the right amount of money, even though in actual fact Patrick had lied. Pete was over 50p short, but he didn’t have the heart to say so.

“Yeah, see you around!” Pete said stumbling backwards slightly as he dazzled Patrick with the single cutest grin he’d ever seen, waving as he went attempting to walk backwards, as to not have to wrench his gaze from this pretty handsome, awkward guy he’d only just met, but yet had felt something he’d never felt for any girl.