If you want, for this one you can imagine an OTP as the characters! I apologize in advance I'm going to use girl and boy so sorry it's boyXboy or girlXgirl, etc. Oh well after finishing I realize that it won't really work for this one but maybe the the part two if I want do a part two.
Summary: There's this girl waiting for her friend in an ice cream shop.
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One day a girl with long brown hair and  brilliant hazel eyes walked into Rosy, the local ice cream shop. She scanned the restaurant for the friend she was going to meet up with. To her disappointment, she didn't see her.

The girl slid into a booth and picked up the menu. Her eyes lazily trailed over the mouth-watering options. She thought the classic vanilla malt sounded fantastic, but she decided to wait a few minutes more for her friend before she ordered.

As the girl patiently waited, she observed her surrounding. The restaurant was a similar layout to a 50s ice cream shop, with the pastel colors of the walls and tables, and the high singular seats seats. At the booth in front if her, a trio of boys that looked about her age, fresh out of high school, were laughing, snorting and smiling at each other.

The girl was immediately jealous of their happiness, and obvious closeness to each other. Sometimes, she felt she had no friends at all.

She realized she did slightly recognize them. At least one of them. The the boy on the opposite side of her had dark brown waves of hair, and hypnotizing deep brown eyes. She recognized him as an insightful, thoughtful and quiet  boy in her Advanced English class. They had never talked much, yet the girl had always taken a silent liking to him. Secretly, she hoped he had too.

Just for a brief moment, their eyes  locked together. The moment faded and he went back to chatting merrily with his friends.

The minutes ticked by on the Mickey-Mouse clock above. Soon the girl's friend was 12 minutes late. 15. Then 25. 35 minutes late.

Thinking it was high time to order that malt, the girl dug around in her dark purple purse for her wallet. She made a frustrated grunt when she realized she had left it on the kitchen counter.

The brown-haired girl heaved sighed and reluctantly stood up to leave. But then, she heard the loud, obnoxious laughter of the companion she had been waiting for.

Eagerly, she peered out the shop's window.

To her utter surprise and anger, her so called friend was with a boy who had recently tore and flipped the girl's entire life about. He had made her feel so, so low.

And here was the back-stabber, joyfully holding hands and laughing with her "friend."

The girl almost when out there to yell at them both, but stopped herself and realized she shouldn't get her self into any fights. But anger boiled and bubbled inside of her. Her friend and the girl had planned to meet up to try to repatch their friendship.

She went to step away from the window when her friend caught her eyes. She mouthed "sorry" and waved in a teasing way. The girl's "friend" then made an extremely rude gesture towards the girl.

Alas, the friendship was obviously not meant to be.

Holding in tears, the girl headed headed towards the door of the ice cream shop. Just as she was about to walk through the doorway, a bony hand  caught her shoulder.

Slowly, the girl turned around.

And there stood the dark-haired boy she had just been dreaming of.

He swept a dark lock of hair out of his eyes.
Adorable, the girl thought.
"Hey um, Amity, right?"

The girl, Amity, smiled and nodded politely.

"Ok hear me out, uh well this is probably a ridiculous thing to ask but, do you want to sit down with me?" He started talking quickly. "My friends left, and I can buy you a milk shake! It's totally fine if you don't want to. I saw what your friend- Maya did. Ugh, what a jerk. So yeah I get if you want to be alone... wow I dunno if you knew this but you have really pretty hazel eyes- oh my God I probably sound so idiotic right now I'll just go-"

"Parker," Amity said. At the sound of his name he shut up. "I'd love to sit with you."

_So what do you think? Comments? I'll probably do a part two.