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“Bratty, I’m boooooored,” Catty whined, lounging across the well-worn couch in their apartment.
“Do you wanna watch When Angels Fall again? The actor for Jason is so hot,” Bratty giggled from the floor in front of the couch.
“Nah… I mean, like, you’re right, but I’m bored of that for now…” Catty racked her brains for an idea. “Oh!” she cried suddenly, sitting up. “I know! We could go get ice cream!”
“Girl, we barely have any money for that. And that stuff makes me cold, anyway.”
“We can get one to share! That way we spend less money and you don’t have to eat as much! Pleeeeeeeeease?” Catty looked down at Bratty with big, pleading eyes.
“Okay, fine,” Bratty laughed. She stood up and held out her hand to help Catty off the couch.
There was an ice cream shop down the road, easily within walking distance. The two held hands all the way there, waving to neighbors and occasionally whispering gossip to each other.
At the shop, Catty immediately ran to the counter, squishing her face up against the window as she decided on a flavor. She wanted something colorful and full of flavor, and was about to pick caramel cheesecake cookie monster when she caught sight of Bratty’s reflection in the window. She hung back, hugging herself. Catty realized how cold it must be for her in here. Then she remembered they were only getting one ice cream.
I should pick something she’ll be okay with, she thought. She likes to keep it pretty simple with cold food… hmm.
She caught sight of a brightly colored flavor—blue, yellow, and pink. It was labeled Crazy Vanilla, and was described simply as being a colorful vanilla. That’ll work! May not be super fun for me, but vanilla’s okay. I can eat that today.
“Can I, like, have three scoops of Crazy Vanilla, please?” she asked the lady at the counter.
“Cup or cone?”
Catty glanced back at Bratty. “I’ll take a cup.”
She paid for the ice cream and brought it and two plastic spoons over to Bratty. “Let’s, like, take this outside so you’re not as cold.”
Bratty smiled gratefully.
Once they were outside, Bratty glanced at the ice cream. “So… ‘Crazy Vanilla,’ huh?”
“Yeah! It’s got lots of color for me, and a nice, like, not-offensive flavor for you!” Catty shoved a spoon into Bratty’s hand. “Go on, try it!”
Bratty took a small scoop of the ice cream. “Dang, like, that is pretty good,” she said, licking her lips. “Probably only gonna have, like, a few more bites, though.”
“Whatever works for you!” Catty took a big scoop of the ice cream and ate it. “Mmm, wow, this vanilla is, like, actually pretty good.”
“Yeah, we should get it again sometime.”
As they walked home together, Catty was very pleased with herself for her choice. She hoped that she could convince Bratty to try other flavors in the future, but for now, Crazy Vanilla would be more than acceptable.