Chapter One

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Alec: 

Tuesday, May 7th

Fuck, why is this so hard? I've been trying to think of what to do for me and Remi's, my boyfriend, sixth anniversary since we started dating. I want to do something that's super romantic and shows him how much I love him, since it's been six years, the longest either of us has ever been in a relationship, and because he's the love of my life. But sadly, I haven't been able to come up with anything. It's frustrating as fuck, even more so since I'm stuck doing inventory in the cold and annoyingly festive storage room.

Like, yes, I get that the storage room needs a little festiveness to keep it from looking dead but the wallpaper with woodland creatures on it just seems like a little too much. Also the pictures on the walls, Disney-style framed drawings, sometimes annoy me more than cheer me up. Well, I guess it does help the place be a little more fun to be in. It does look better than some other restaurants I've been in. Cough, Mcdonald's, cough.

Either way, the storage room isn't as overly festive as the rest of the bakery; the front area has similar wallpaper as the storage room and has light fixtures that look like twinkle lights and bubbles. There are also plants everywhere and they're all in pots that are shaped like aggressively cute woodland creatures. Viola, the owner of this bakery, must have some kind of fetish or something for cute stuff. It's the only reason to explain it.

Now back to the important matter at hand: showing Remi how I'm absolutely head over heels for him. He is most definitely already aware of how much I love him, since I sometimes lack subtlety, but I have to show him on our anniversary because I want to see his face when he sees my surprise. And that means coming up with a plan first, which is what I've been trying to do for the last, oh fifteen minutes or so and have successfully failed at. Ugh, this is going to be hard.

Anyways, I have to find some way to show my love to Remi or else-"Alec!" And now I'm caught. Lucky and Briana, my coworkers and close friends, strutted over from where they were doing inventory. I stare at Lucky for a few seconds, since they look really cute today. They're mixed Asian and have beautiful light tan skin with loose brown hair in a bob cut that compliments their big brown eyes. Briana looks the same as usual; she has darkish brown skin and coily hair in a short fade cut with dark blue streaks and one blue eye and one green one.  

Neither of them pays attention to my staring and plant themselves in front of me. Well, it was mostly just Briana who was planted in front of me, Lucky kind of just stood off to the side and looked over their inventory list. I swallowed the lump in my throat and prepared myself for another one of Briana's interrogations. Whenever she finds me daydreaming and not working, which only happens sometimes, despite what she says, she interrogates me and then forces me back to work after I crack and admit that I was daydreaming.

She's so good at these interrogations that she could be a professional interrogator or something. "-ec!" Briana flicked me on the nose and snapped me out of my head and back to reality. Well, this is going well, I got caught daydreaming and then started daydreaming again when Briana was asking me something. Definitely a good start. I swallowed the new lump in my throat and asked," Yeah, whaddya need?" Yeah, that came out squeakier than I meant it to.

Briana cocked an eyebrow at me and looked at me like I'm some weird dog she found on the street. Understandable since I'm being weirder than normal, which is hard. I nervously laughed and started obsessively popping my knuckles just to give my hands something to do. I don't even know why I'm so worked up; it's just a friend asking me if I was daydreaming. It's not like I'm in trouble or anything. Well, I guess I am in trouble, kind of, with Briana at least. "Sigh." Briana must have noticed that my anxiety is getting worked up, as it usually does when someone questions me and took mercy on me.

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