I looked across the tray confusion circling in my brain. Two cupcakes sat on the tray both brightly coloured as well as a tea pot, cups and saucers. The tea cups looked so delicate and looked so old fashioned it looked like they would break if I touched them. My mind wondered back to the lookalike it couldn't just be coincidence. "it'll be fine poppet..." I looked up to see Oliver placing a saucer and cup infront of me "just enjoy yourself now, we can worry later deal?" I nodded agreeing. I wanted to enjoy this place to best of my ability after all it was beautiful. "which one is mine?" I asked pointing the two cupcakes. One was bright pink the over purple "which ever takes your fancy, afterall they're both the same flavour " he smiled pouring some tea in his cup then some in mine. I picked the (pink/purple) one, I guessed it was vanilla or blueberry. I took a small bite trying to determine the flavour it was sour to my surprise "lemon?" I qouestioned aloud "Oh and lime, you should see the over flavors they have! There is boublegum, refreshers, gummy bears and even watermelon" he excitedly explained "I was thinking of trying to make diffrent flavours like they have for my bakery" he enthused smiling widely. "Well it certainly will strick up a fuss considering how out there it's going be" I agreed with him diffrence might not always be good but the village definitely need something to brighten it up even if it was just wacky cupcakes.
I looked out the coloured panes as I nibbled at the sweet yet sour pastry. It was exciting to be some where new it made me happy I just wish it wasn't under such conditions. I'd accepted we weren't going home anytime soon and after this I wouldn't be able to see my friends again. I wonder how Matthias is doing? I miss him alot he's probably climbing the walls after he heard what happened. "Poppet?" Oliver asked softly I hummed turning my head towards him "I've never seen you grin so much" he looked confused yet gave me a smile. I only noticed my grin after he pointed it out "Oh just thinking about..." I trialed off. "good memories" I finished "Oh sounds lovely, talking about good memories...". I chatted with Oliver about good and funny times he'd had with the others as we drank tea, he was so ecstatic as he talked. Soon it was getting dark outside we'd finished our tea and Oliver had even had secounds. We strolled back down the street his arm linked with mine. He hummed a happy tune and I listened intently. "Did you enjoy yourself love?" he qouestioned "yup thanks for taking me" I smiled it was relaxing even with the lookalike... I almost forgot about her.
Other pov: I was sprawled across the couch a bottle of whisky in my hand and a a plate on spaghetti on my stomach. "I'm home" a familiar voice called I heard footstep then the voice sounded again "Drunk again? really Tora? You know you have a big gig tonight" she sighed she switched on the light; it burned at my eyes. "Turn it off Evelyn" I hissed she didn't do as I said and sat down at my feet. "You know how upset dad gets when your drunk" she spoke softly I just sneered at her "Yeh like I care what dad thinks" her eyes were burning me she was giving me that look again I hate that look. "I know you don't mean that" she mumbled I sat up placing my plate and whisky on the side. "You don't know the first thing about me after all all you care about if being daddy's little girl" I hissed standing up and leaving her before I broke something I stomped up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door behind me she really did pi## me off. Who does she think she is scolding me, she might be older but the doesn't mean she can act like mum did. Atleast Mum understood me. "I'm home" A voice called, he was back I opened my door slightly so I could hear them while I packed my backpack . "What's wrong Evie?" he asked I bet she was crying considering the sob she is. "Oh it's nothing really... " I could hardly her her "ok but I'm here if you need me ok? So how was your day?" he hummed "Something strange happened, at work there was this girl that looked nearly exsactly the same as Tora and a man that looked like one of your business partners it really shook me up..."she sobbed hicupping she's lost it I swear "Oh please don't cry I'm here" I could just imagen him hugging her right now. I shut my door not wanting to listen no more. I opened up my window chucked my bag out slung my guitar over my back and climbed down the Ivy. I'm sure the band will be wondering where I am soon. I might just stay at one of there places for a while.
(So sorry this took so long espically when I promised it to be early but I've been having a load of sh## going on lately and it's been hard to think straight let alone right etc. Anyway hope you enjoyed)
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