Yesterday was extremely weird. During Gabrielle’s volleyball game, and while my squad was cheering our asses off, Brianna just suddenly ran out of the court with one hand clutching her stomach and another holding her mouth. After around ten minutes, she came back in looking pale.
"What’s up?" I asked her. "It’s nothing. That mac and cheese I had for breakfast was probably bad already…" She replied, and tried to dance again. "You should go to the nurse, Bree. I can handle the squad." I told her, concerned. She gave me a weak smile and headed out again.
Well, that’s not only the weird part. John Rowland treated us all to Celine’s Ice Cream Parlor right after Gabby’s team won the game. Here’s our little story…
As a mini victory party, John agreed to treat us girls out for ice cream. The famous Celine’s Ice Cream Parlor was just around the corner and we just walked going there. “I’m starving…” Bree complained to me. “You got that right! Forget what I said about a cheerleader keeping her figure…I want some ice cream!” I replied with my eyes on the parlor’s poster of ice creams.
“Hey girls if you’re planning to put on 10 pounds, I suggest you pay and not John. Don’t be abusive…” Gabby whispered to us. We snickered under our breaths and entered the ice cream parlor. Amy stood outside for a while. She was probably taking another smoke break. We didn’t mind. We got used to it.
I noticed, that the scruffy looking waiter kept on glancing outside. He had curly blond hair and even with his colorful uniform, he still looked like the skater boy that he is. He looks quite familiar though…now where have I seen him? He looks kind of cute if you take a good look at him.
Amy entered the doors with the stench of her cigarette trailing her. Surprisingly, that waiter, with no nametag, smiled a really cute smile at her. At Amy! Whoa…that was weird! When Amy sat down at our table, “Gross…that waiter smiled at me. Weird huh?” she said in a stoic tone. “Don’t mind him, Amy. He’s not for you.” I warned her, still keeping my eyes on the familiar waiter. “Yeah, sOo not for you!” Gabrielle added with her arm linked with John’s. “He looks a bit cute, don’t you think?” Amy protested.
My eyes grew wide. Did Amelia Walsh just say that the waiter was cute? “Nuh-uh! He’s not cute. He’s ragged. And with the looks of him, I think he may be on drugs or something. Looks poor.” Gabby said again, her voice rising. “Sshh…he might hear you.” Chyckimeetchi said while folding quickly the paper napkins into paper roses…weirdness. She looked obsessed with her art of origami and looked like a mad scientist for a while. Meg and Hailey laughed loudly at Chyckimeetchi’s odd behavior. “Girls.” Sky warned them with just one word and they fell silent.
The waiter took our orders and didn’t take his eyes off of Amy. She just avoided his gaze and fiddled with the cover of her cigarette pack. “Ladies, don’t be shy, ice cream’s on me. Order anything you want.” John said while placing his arm around Gabby. We ordered what we wanted, but in small amounts and with only little toppings. Amy, who wasn’t that hungry, ordered a simple vanilla sundae with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and with no cherry. “Thanks John!” Gabby, Bree, and I chimed in. “No problem.” He said with a wink.
Soon, the waiter was back and he handed Amy a big banana split supreme with strawberry and chocolate syrup, flavored sprinkles, marshmallows, whipped cream, and a beautiful cherry on top. After giving it to her, he gave her a small smile and a cute wink. “Wow! That’s…huge!” Hailey marveled with awe. “Uh huh…” Meg replied. “Hey, I think we got the wrong…” John’s words were cut off. “There’s a note you guys! It says ‘Can I have your number? By the way, ice cream’s on me. Signed, Cristoff.’ Aww…that’s so sweet!” Amy said weirdly.
I have never heard Amy say that before. And especially, not for a guy. “Cristoff…Cristoff…now where did I hear that name before?” I wondered aloud. I’m pretty sure that I know him. His name and looks matched. I just forgot his last name and the reason why I knew him. Hmmm… “Cristoff Schmidt!” Gabby, Sky, and I said altogether. Only the way Sky said it was tad sarcastic. “I knew he looked familiar!” I said, smiling at Amy.
“Amy, he’s the owner’s son! No wonder he has the money to pay for that big ice cream! I definitely approve!” Gabby said excitedly. John just leaned back and ate his ice cream while we talked. “Wait a minute, Gabby, I thought you don’t like him for…” Meg said with an eyebrow raised. “Sshh! Whatever, Meg! Amy, go for him. He is so for you! You guys make the cutest couple!” Gabby said again.
We finished our ice cream and John paid the bill. Except for Amy’s ice cream anyway. Before heading out and while passing the counter, Amy gave Cristoff a smile and he looked surprised before smiling back. With my sharp eyes and through the glass windows, I saw Cristoff clean our table and pick up a paper napkin with Amy’s name and number scribbled on it. Success! Another beautiful match. He glanced outside and smiled again at Amy, she gave him a playful wink. Hehe!
Amy Walsh Cristoff Schimdt