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Is the right way.

When Gerard got his summer job at the ice cream shack, he expected to hate every second. Being out in the sun just wasn’t for him, but he needed the money for new art supplies, and his mom had cut off his funding. He didn’t blame her though; after eighteen years of paying for it, she had a point.

Until one day, someone showed up. It wasn’t just someone, it was a guy. A guy with a black mohawk flopping into his eye, swim trunks hanging low around his shorts, revealing a body littered with art, each one blending into the other almost seamlessly.

Gerard was staring, wide eyed and opened mouth, when the lady he was serving coughed quietly, and he snapped back to attention, quickly handing her the vanilla ice cream she had ordered.

However, when his eyes scanned the beach again for the guy, he was gone. Gerard couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, forcing himself to go back to work.

It was toward the end of the shift when he saw the guy again. This time, he was soaked from head to toe, hair sticking to his face and laughing brightly at something his friend had said. Gerard watched them from the back of the shack, peeking out one of the ridiculous straw windows. The guy waved goodbye, walking away from his friend.

Heading straight for the ice cream shack.

Quickly ducking away from the window, Gerard stayed hunched down until he heard someone approaching the front window, quickly scrambling to look normal. As soon as he stepped forward, however, he slid on a bit of ice cream that had dripped onto the floor, and fell straight on his ass.

“Oh ****, you okay?” A voice called from over the counter, and Gerard quickly stuck his hand up over the counter, waving to indicate he was fine. He took a second to compose himself, grabbing the edge of the counter and pulling himself up carefully.

There he was. Standing right in front of Gerard, in dripping glory, was the guy.

“Hey, you sure you’re fine?” He asked, and Gerard could only nod dumbly, mouth dropping open as his eyes dropped to his chest.

The guy shifted the surfboard he was holding until it leaned against the counter, not noticing Gerard's gaze, or not caring.

“Um, well, if you’re sure you’re okay, could I get a Rocky Road?” Gerard tore his eyes away, up to the guys face.

“What?” Was the only thing he could say, and he wanted to slap himself in the forehead as soon as it came out.

“Um, ice cream? Like, uh.. A Rocky Road ice cream? From the containers here?” The guy pointed into the counter/freezer, indicating which bucket held the ice cream, and Gerard flushed.

“Right! Ice cream!” He said, and quickly grabbed one of the cones, forcing himself not to look at the guy. Thankfully, he managed to get through the rest of the procedure without any more mishaps, handing the cone over in exchange for a handful of change with a fair bit of ease.

“Thanks,” the guy smiled brightly at him, his tongue darting out as the ice cream started melting down the cone, and it took all Gerard had not to watch as he did.

“Come on, Frank!” The guy’s friend called from the parking lot, and he turned toward it, grabbing his board and walking off.

So now Gerard had a name for the face and chest.

The next day seemed normal, Gerard serving cone after cone in an endless cycle, when he glanced out to the beach while making a soft serve chocolate cone, and spotted Frank. He was swimming in from surfing.

After allowing himself to be disappointed to have missed it for a moment, Gerard looked closer, watching as Frank waited until his friend was out of the water as well, before shaking as though he were a dog, laughing.

“Sir? The ice cream, it's-” Gerard quickly pulled the cone away, watching as it dripped down his hand and onto the floor.

“****,” he whispered quietly and threw it into the trash can, grabbing a new cone and quickly finished making it, handing it to the little girl on the other side of the counter, her mother watching him with an annoyed expression.

“Sorry…” he said meekly, and the women huffed, and gave him the money, before turning on her heel and leading her child away. He turned back to find the mop, locating it after a moment and walked back to grab it.

“Wow, what an ass,” a voice said, causing Gerard to yelp, jumping a foot in the air and turning around quickly. “****, sorry, I seem to have a bad habit of scaring you.”

Frank was standing there.

Talking to him.

“Oh, um, no, it’s fine. I’m just… yeah.” Frank raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment. “Did you uh… you want some?”

Gerard paused, and when Frank smirked, he wanted to sink into the floor. “Ice cream, I mean, do you want some ice cream?”

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Shhh.

Let the wakening commence.

Brightscales confirmed.