Another Story Introduction:)
Bridget's POV
I pulled the tiny, black lever down with my right arm, making the pink strawberry ice-cream pour out into the waffle cone. Multicolored sprinkles, checkmate chips, and hot fudge were added to the top before I handed it to the customer.
"One strawberry ice cream," I said to myself, punching in keys on the cash register. "With three toppings.......That will be $3, ma'am." I smiled.
"Sure thing, Brigdet," Ms. Mallette replied, getting out her money to pay for her ice cream. Ms. Mallette, a short, brunette around the age of 34 also known as Pattie, my mom's best friend. Krystal, my mom, came out of her office and sat down with her at one of the lime green tables that surrounded the parlor. Northside Ice Cream Parlor, owned by my mom, is where I've worked all my life. As a kid, I invented different flavors and combinations of ice creams to add to our menu then tested everyone to see if they were any good. Today after many years, I am sixteen and some of them still are up on that menu being sold to customers on a daily basis. I smiled feeling proud of myself.
"Justin had to go to the studio, but he told me he would come see you here as soon as he's done," Pattie said to me, putting the ice cream filled cone up to her mouth to take a bite.
"He's always so busy, poor Justin," I said. Justin is Patties son and my best friend in the whole world. We've been best friends since kindergarten when he let me use his crayons.
Flashback--
We all sat at small blue, purple, and green paint splattered tables as our teacher, Mrs. Mathews, passed out paper for us to draw on. I pulled out my pack of 24 regular sized crayons from my backpack and began drawing a picture of me. Moments later a shaggy haired, brown-eyed boy pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. He smiled and told me his name was Justin, then dug through his backpack looking for something. That's when it all started. He pulled out a pack of 64 JUMBO Sized Crayons and grabbed the blue one. I smiled as big as possible and reached out to tap his shoulder to get his attention.
"Your crayons are awesome! Can I use one?" I asked him full of hope.
"Of course you can. My mommy bought them for me last night," he replied, "They're really special," He handed me the box. I thanked him over and over again and took the yellow one.
End of Flashback
"I know," Pattie sighed, "He says it's worth it though. Singing is his passion and he loves to make his fans happy."
"I'll never forget how happy he was when Scooter saw the videos we uploaded of him on YouTube." I said remembering his shocked, excited face and how he jumped up and down like he was about to pee himself.
"Yes, but you didn't see how happy he was after his first day of kindergarten when he met you. He went around the house all day saying he had a girlfriend," Pattie laughed and I smiled.
The door to the parlor flew open and someone ran in, jumped over the counter, and hide behind it. A mob of screaming girs ran by at full speed, chasing after something--or someone. Justin stood up from behind the counter after they ran by and sighed in relief.
"I was walking here, turned a corner, and out of nowhere they start screaming my name and chased me. Luckily my ninja skills came in handy and here I am now," he smiled and walked over to me.
"Bieber!" I yelled running and hugging him like we've been apart for years. He laughed and spun me around.
"I missed you too B,"
"Eww your all sweaty!" I said letting go of him and backing away.
"Yea it happens when you're being chased outside in 100 degree summer weather!" he stated sarcastically. I ignored his comment and went to get our favorite ice cream, Chocolate Peanut Butter wish hot fudge. He sat down at our regular table and waited. After placing the ice creams on the table, I sat next to him.
"Here ya go," he handed me five bucks.
"First off all ice cream does NOT cost five dollars and second I don't want your money Bieber," I said slapping his hand away. He sighed annoyed that I wouldn't take his money.
"You never let me pay and i feel awful about it,' he said.
"Justin, you're my BEST friend. You will never ever pay for anything in here," I said pointing my finger at him. He smiled.
"I love you, bestie," he winked. I laughed and said love ya too.
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