Of Summer Saturdays and Sundaes
“Hmm, I think I’ll take two drumsticks, a strawberry shortcake, a Flintstones push-up pop—you know make that three—a fudgsicle, and—”
“Hey mister! You’re holding up the line!”
“You know what Susan? I was here first so you’re just gonna have to sit your buttcheeks down and wait while the big kids talk okay?” Eren snapped at the tomboy behind him. “Man, sorry about that. Say, Levi, are you going to Sasha Braus’s birthday party? I mean, it’s gonna be at the lake so you know it’s gonna be sweet! But then, you know, I guess you are used to sweet things.”
Eren leaned against the counter, resting his chin on his forearms, knees bent inward, rotating his ankle in little circles as he blinked upward at the unimpressed ice cream truck driver.
“C'mon Eren!” another kid whined. “We have to get back to our game!”
“Billy, can you not see I’m busy here?”
“I’m gonna tell Jean you’re the one who dented his Porsche!” Billy threatened.
“And I will rat you out to Mr. Hannes about who really broke his window!” Eren shot back.
“$12.50,” said Levi punching the numbers in.
"Oh, right, uhhh,” Eren dug around in his pocket. “Heh, seems I’m a nickel short.”
He looked up at Levi with a sheepish grin.
“I could take off the Flintstones—” Levi started.
“I only have $1.45.”
Levi snorted in annoyance.
“Do you think you could just pretend I have enough for a Flintstones push-up? I mean it’s only 5 cents.”
“Yeah and if I’d only been a centimeter taller I could’ve been an astronaut,” Levi’s ironic drawl seemed out of place with the white paper hat on his head his uncle forced him to wear.
He turned from Eren. “Next!”