bitter sweet |sebastian|

[rebecca jane grayson]

She stood a few feet away from the glass that partitioned the vats of ice cream from the general public feeling the beginnings of distress and frustration. She also had the very present feeling of guilt for what she was about to do. Rebecca Jane Grayson was about to stray from her strict eating regimen and have ice cream, an ice cream with a homemade waffle at that. She hadn’t had ice cream in two years and was proud of her restraint from indulging in the tasty treat – and most other treats too. It started back in freshman year when her mother had oh so kindly pointed out that the freshman fifteen were supposed to hit you in college not high school. Ever since she did her best to maintain both her weight and her figure.

She was pissed off at her mother, and feeling the need to rebel so she decided eating the worst and admittedly best thing she could think of. The problem was this was a onetime thing and she wanted to make the most of it, but how could she ever decide what flavor to get? There were so many! Rocky road, butter pecan, CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE DOUGH! She could get two flavors on the waffle the woman behind the counter had told her, this was about twenty minutes ago.

She was about ready to just forget it when she decided to send out the S.O.S to the first person she could think of. Sebastian. He always was there for her schemes and was a worthy partner in crime. Surely he’d know the best way to extract this level of revenge. She took out her IPhone and typed in the following :


I’m in need of assistance, if you’re anywhere near the ice cream shop your appearance would be much appreciated.


She knew he’d probably look at her like she was insane when/if he showed up but didn’t particularly care. Actually now that she thought of it she could stand to see him, she hadn’t seen the young man in a while and dare she say she missed him if only for his refreshing attitude. She contemplating telling him he should come even if he wasn’t in the area, but she wasn’t one to seem needy or clingy. Hopefully her texting for help was enough to get him here, she seldom asked for it and he knew it.

She continued to stare at the flavors her stomach involuntarily making a noise. This was getting ridiculous.

[sebastian james pritchard]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #F9F4DE; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #B0CEAC 2px dotted; border-top: #B0CEAC 4px solid; border-left: #B0CEAC 2px dotted; border-bottom: #B0CEAC 4px solid;] tremble little lion man Sebastian was sat on the floor of his living room, playing a video game and repeatedly ignoring his parents wishes for him to turn the noise down. Well, he wasn't so much playing it as running around blowing up anything and everything. He'd gotten bored of the game pretty quickly but he'd spent quite a bit of money on it and figured it would be wasteful to just get rid of it or leave it to gather dust on his shelf. No, he'd play it through, or at least mess around on it long enough so that the money wasn't completely wasted. Sebastian may be okay with a lot of things but wasting money was definitely not one of them, especially since he usually had so little of it. With the volume turned up as loud as it was he almost missed his phone going off and wouldn't have noticed at all if it wasn't for the fact he could feel it vibrating against his leg. Pausing the game, Sebastian put the controller on the floor and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. Opening the text he'd received from Rebecca, he read it over quickly. Thinking it over for a moment he estimated that the ice cream shop was a ten minute walk away, a little closer to his house than the cafe he worked at was. Of course, she had neglected to tell him what sort of assitance it was that she needed and Sebastian was wondering if he should feel at all suspicious. It wasn't often she asked for help though and if she was in the ice cream shop then that meant getting ice cream, something he wasn't about to turn down. Sure, I'll be there in ten minutes. He sent the text before locking and placing his phone back in his pocket. Crawling forward slightly, he turned off the console and TV before moving the controller back to it's place in a small wicca basket by the wall. Standing up and looking around, he found his wallet with what little change he had in it - just in case ice cream were a possibility. Of course, the ice cream wasn't the only reason for going out. It would be nice to get out the house and he hadn't seen Rebecca in a while. Well, it had been long enough for him to consider saying he missed her. She was one of his closest friends and one of a handful of people he could stand to be around for long periods of time, of course he missed her. Stepping outside his house, Sebastian pulled the door shut behind him and then started walking towards the ice cream shop. He wondered if maybe he should have let his parents know he was leaving and considered forgetting about it until he started to feel guilty. He didn't hate his parents, not completely, and he knew he'd feel bad if they started to worry. As he continued walking, Sebastian sent a quick text to his parents letting them know he'd gone out, remembering to look up from his phone every now and again to make sure he was in no danger of bumping in to anything. Upon reaching the ice cream shop, he glanced inside to see her staring at the different types of ice cream. Stepping into the store, he walked over to her, leaning over her shoulder slightly to look at the ice cream as well. "I thought you weren't eating ice cream," Sebastian said casually, announcing his presence as he moved to stand beside her. notes go here.

[rebecca jane grayson]

She was beginning to have second thoughts of eating the ice cream despite the overwhelming desire that pulled at her. She was lost in contemplation when her phone vibrated in her hand and she glanced at the screen reading Sebastian’s reply. Ten minutes. Ok. She could wait and you know what, yes. She would have ice cream she’d even convince him to get a serving himself so she wouldn’t feel too guilty. She again went back to thinking only this time of her mother. That damn woman was impossible to deal with. Nothing was ever good enough especially not Rebecca.

She was so engrossed with thinking she didn’t notice Sebastian until he spoke coming up beside her. It was thanks to years of cooled practice that she didn’t jump or cry out in surprise. Instead she gave a small but real smile and turned to look at him. I wasn’t eating ice cream… but now it seems I am…what flavors should I get in my waffle? I get two choicesshe said it all somewhat fast remembering that this was the grand emergency she had called him for. It sounded dumb to her now. A grown woman couldn’t figure out what flavor to get and resorting to send out an S.O.S.

What are you getting? My treat she added remembering the fifty dollar bill she stole from her mother another little act of vengeance on her part. Nothing like her parents to make her immature. She sighed staring again at the frozen treats I haven’t had ice cream in over two years and probably won’t have it again for a while, I have to make this worthwhile plus it has to be the most unhealthy fattening choice, or else the point is lost She looked at him again noticing a loose piece of ling on his shoulder and brushing it away. lint she mumbled in explanation as to why she was touching him, she wasn’t one for physical contact unless it was of the pleasurable kind.

[sebastian james pritchard]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #F9F4DE; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #B0CEAC 2px dotted; border-top: #B0CEAC 4px solid; border-left: #B0CEAC 2px dotted; border-bottom: #B0CEAC 4px solid;] tremble little lion man It wasn't much of a surprise to him that Rebecca didn't so much as flinch when she heard him talk. He rarely managed to get a reaction out of her and although it used to prove to be frustrating it hardly bothered him any more. Sebastian continued looked at the different flavours of ice cream, pondering what he was going to choose as he listened to her speak. "Well no but I figured you were going to," he said, dragging his gaze away from the ice cream to look at Rebecca. "Unless you usually come here to just stare at the food," he added on with a quiet laugh. When she asked him what flavours she should choose he raised an eyebrow, having expected a bit more of an emergency than this. "You didn't seriously drag me down here to help you choose ice cream, did you?" Sebastian asked her, having assumed it would be something a little more serious. He was amused she couldn't make the decision by herself, two year olds were better at this decision than she seemed to be. For a moment he considered telling her he'd pay for himself but then decided against it. He had little money left and if she was willing to pay he wouldn't argue. "I'll just have mint chocolate chip," he said after a moment, not wanting to spend to long dwelling on what he'd choose in case he ended up not being able to decide at all. "Any particular reason you are doing this?" he asked, curious to know whether something had happened. It had been two years, he doubted she was doing this purely because she could. "As for you, what about cookie dough and the..." he paused for a moment, glancing at the different flavours before pointing to one. "Toffee crunch." They seemed like pretty good choices to him although he wasn't sure they were the most unhealthy options which seemed to be a key factor for choosing. Sebastian assumed they were close enough though and decided it would be fine. When she reached out to brush the lint away, he hardly reacted except to smile slightly, looking at the ice cream to see what might be a better choice. Had anyone else done that and he'd have flinched away but it was Rebecca and he trusted her to not hurt him when she invaded his personal space. notes go here.