the sweet boy

A moment: Cake Wars

Indigo POV

The day was early, so much that it was still dark outside. My face felt too tired to be pretty and my body to restless to stand still without tremors. My mother left me to prep for the day while she goes to pick up the flower for the shop. It was like this every like clockwork.

But this time I had Isis to help me soo...I guess it's manageable.

Today would be hell since it was a holiday. More specifically valentines...I hated valentines day with a burning passion just because of the sheer amount people that would harass me with their threats and confessions of love. So when my mother offered to let me stay out of school for the day if I helped out at the bakery I jumped out at the opportunity. But I regretted it after the long restless nights of prep work for each important holiday I missed school for.

Lilac was in the front setting up the chairs and added more decorations to appeal to the holiday. My mother wasn't really into decorating, so when she did it was the most generic decorations you can imagine. At one point she gave up until lilac offered to help. Last years theme was queen of hearts and the walls were covered in cut out instruction paper hearts that looked like card hearts and little decor items added to be reminiscent of Queen of hearts.

The cookies and pastries were inspired by the theme like the red velvet off "with your head" cupcakes and broken hearts cookies that were our top sellers. This years theme is off of cupid or eros. I which you can imagine my irritation when lilac asks me to play as cupid/eros to help with the theme. I was going to say no, but a thousand dollars really speaks to the soul.

We stood there mixing the dry and wet ingredients, taking out the new batches of deserts and letting the cool, and putting them in the display, rinse and repeat. Our silence was comforting, sometimes I didn't like that being in a room with someone demanded talking. It was cool...Shes cool, like really cool. I felt my cheeks heat up with warmth that quickly showcased itself. I grace my cheek with my hand feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey...Hey!" My head snapped up to her face. She breathed in slowly before exhaling I could see the tiredness exhibited in her face. "I really need you to go out and open up while I get some more supplies from the storage okay?" Her fingers rubbed against her temple easing her.

"Umm yeah, where's the keys?" I said in a comforting tone. She went into her pocket and grabbed at my hand placing it on my hand clasping it. As I walked to the door I watched her hips sway towards the door in a slow fashion.

Sheesh

The store was chaotic as soon as it opened. We thought It would be a little mild since there where other bakeries not to long from here, but it was just mass anarchy. Paired with the fact that I had to dress up in a greek costume that my mother bought me. She participated in my torture selling my body to the masses to bring in more money. I felt used and stared at like a object. But those thoughts were replaced knowing the money I would be racking in.

The sheer amount of people that flirted with me; I mean wow even men. I began to question whether I really look like a teenager by the amount of middle aged and older women giving me their number. I thought it was cute how some of them gave me the numbers of their child. Some even wanting a photo of me or with, I said no. Nonetheless I was exhausted so when I was given a break I wanted to know who would take my place being eros.

It was supposed to Isis to I quickly went into the back waiting to see her costume. I was pissed to see the sight in front of me. She was costumed but not as a hot cupid lady, she adorned a bald cap with gray hair crowning around it, a bushy beard and a hot ass sweater. I couldn't guess who she was still I was pissed I had to sell my body while she gets to be...I sucked in air thinking of who she was.