Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs. Word Count: 4,405 Warnings: Food mentions, cussing A/N: thanks so much to @greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn’t edit this but i’m too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it!
When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.
Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn’t want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn’t. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn’t let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.
That’s how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.
And sometimes when you’re on, You’re really fucking on, And your friends, they sing along And they love you. But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap, And it teases you for weeks In its absence.
But you’ll fight, and you’ll make it through, You’ll fake it if you have to, And you’ll show up for work with a smile. And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter, And more grown up, and a better daughter, Or son, and a real good friend. You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert, You’ll be positive, though it hurts, And you’ll laugh, and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome, and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.