Part Two

[deeplypersonal.livejournal.com]

Already, because if I didn't do it now, I'd never do it.


Title: Ice Cream and Sweet Dreams PART TWO
Rating: PG
Summary: The stealing of ice cream :O


:D

It must’ve been about three o’clock in the afternoon, so naturally there were plenty of people in the shop. I’d never stolen anything in my life, and yet here I was with a stranger who I’d just met, and not only was he a stranger but he was blatantly high [I’d smoked weed once and nearly thrown up just at the taste], about to steal ice cream [never stolen in my life]. I suppose that shows what going to live in London does to you after growing up in the most mundane suburb in all of Leeds.

 

“You have to distract the shop assistants,” he told me, as we stood outside the shop. “Fake a heart attack, an epileptic fit, whatever you like, sweetie.” The fact he called me sweetie made my stomach flip over, but also made me cringe a bit. No one had ever thought of me as sweet before. Then my brain registered the fact that he actually wanted me to pretend to have a serious medical condition so he could steal ice cream.

 

“I can’t do that!”

 

“All right,” he said, glaring at the shop assistant who stood right by the ice cream section. “I’ll do it, whilst you shove as much Ben & Jerry’s down your top as you can, and then peg it out the shop. And I’ll meet you by the phonebox,” he gestured to the red box at the end of the street. You only still find those in London, I swear. “And make sure you get the Baileys flavour, it’s the fucking best. Now, we enter the shop separately, okay, cos we don’t want to look like we’re together.” And without saying another word, he strolled into the shop, and made his way over to the ice cream counter.

 

I watched him through the glass, and my heart began to pound, with the thought of what I was going to do. He strolled down the bread aisle, looked around to check there was no one there before lying on the floor and beginning to scream.

 

“Help! Help!” I could tell he was shouting loudly, though I could barely hear him through the thick glass of the shop. “I’m dying…” I didn’t hear that at all, but I could lip-read.

 

Sure enough, the ice cream guard left the aisle and ran into the bread aisle, along with all the other assistants.I dashed into the shop without catching anyone’s eyes, and ran to the end of the shop where the ice cream and other frozen foods lay, stacked on top of each other. The Ben & Jerry’s was right at the end, so many different flavours…

 

I cleared my mind of all thoughts and as adrenaline rushed through my system, I grabbed the first tubs that came to hand, Vanilla Dream, Strawberry Shortcake… pick me, the tubs shouted, and I had to pick them. I stuffed them down my t-shirt, five or six tubs, and ended up just carrying the Baileys that he’d requested. I could still hear him screaming, the rush of the people panicking, and I knew we didn’t have long as people started to suspect he was high.

 

“Sir, have you taken any substances?” I heard one assistant ask him suspiciously.

 

“Nah,” he gasped. “I’m fucking dying.”

 

With a huge wet patch spreading on t-shirt, and the Baileys in my hands, I couldn’t have been a more obvious thief. But the adrenaline rush was the best high I’d ever had, and as I made it to the phone box to wait for him, I knew that this was a friendship that could work.

 

He joined me about ten minutes later, smiling nonchalantly.

 

“You get it?” he drawled, with a smug smile on his face that was still partially telling me I was a loser, but also said ‘yeah, my heart attack acting was pretty fucking good, right?’ If he’d said it aloud, I would’ve had to agree.

 

“Yeah,” I said, and handed him the Baileys. “That’s for you. Hadn’t we better get this shit in a freezer?”

 

“Yeah…” he said slowly. “Do you have one?” I nodded, and he smiled.

 

“We’ll go to yours then. Who are you, anyway?”

 

“I’m Julian.”

 

“Great, I’m Noel, I’ve always wanted to know someone called Julian though.”

 

Weird, weird man.

Comments

[spiderweb-x.livejournal.com]

LOL.

Love this so much. Especially the last line. And the way it's Noel and Julian stealing ice cream.

[m-ngal.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, this is brilliant! Seriously, you HAVE to write more. It's perfect! Feel a bit sorry for Ju, being swept along, but Noel is so persuasive... you just would.

More! More! More!

[deeplypersonal.livejournal.com]

haha well I'm writing more now.

cos eventually a time will come when I'll be too busy... so better now really, I suppose!

thank you so much, both of you!!

[prothy5191.livejournal.com]

this made me laugh out loud.


I applaud your writing you beautiful thing, you!

[silent-ivy.livejournal.com]

LOL!
stealing ice cream.. genius. that is SO noel too :P