Ice Cream Sunday

It's a short blurb I found while cleaning yesterday. I added on to some of it.

"What's the point of crushing on a dude four years older than you if you'll never meet him?" Milly turned away and I could tell that I hurt her feelings.

"I'm sorry," I opened my arms and hugged her.

"It's okay. You're right, I'll never get the chance to meet him anyway. I'm surprised that you don't have a crush on him, since he's your age." 

At that moment, my face turned red from embarrassment.

"There's a lot of things that'll surprise you about me," I exclaimed and shut my computer off, "Come on Milly. How about I get you some ice cream from the fridge?"

"Sounds good to me!" she agreed with a smile.

I shut the TV off, and walked over to the fridge. After opening the door, I grabbed Milly's favorite flavor of ice cream, chocolate, off the shelf. The door slammed, and I laid the container on the table. Milly brought over some bowls and spoons. She sloppily laid them in front of the tub of ice cream; spoons on top of each other and bowls not aligned properly. I gave each of us a few scoops, and placed the container back in the fridge. We both picked up our bowls, and headed outside toward the porch. Milly and I sat on the enormous, at least to her it was, wooden swinging chair. It was fun hanging out with my little sis, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow, because it's my seventeenth birthday.