Juliet's POV
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked Frank.
"I mean, not really." He said.
"How about a distraction?" I offered.
"A distraction?" He asked me.
"Yeah, something to get your mind off of everything. Even if it is just for a short while." I said.
I saw a small smile creep on his lips.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked me.
A huge smile spread across my face.
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I pulled Frank into the bakery kitchen.
"So this is where you make the pies?" He asked me, looking around.
"We make everything in here, that's why we're here. You're going to help me." I said, a smile on my face.
"Uhh, I'm not much of a baker or cook." He warned me.
"You don't have to be. But from what I do know about you, you are organized and precise, something quite useful in the kitchen." I said.
"Will your parents be upset that I'm in here?" He asked me.
"No, in fact, they want to meet you. But I'm going to save you from that experience for as long as I can." We both chuckled.
"So, Jules. What do we do?" He asked. I smiled brightly and dragged him over to the counter.
"Wanna tell me what pies have been ordered? They're on the sheet on the fridge." I asked, grabbing bowls and other things out of the cabinets.
"There's only three on here. A Chocolate Heaven, a Purple Pie, and a Mrs. Blueberry." Frank smiled unconsciously at the last one.
"Okay, this is going to be easy." I said.
"Maybe for you." Frank laughed.
"Come on, you need to believe in yourself! Here, take this apron and put it on." I threw him a plain apron.
He caught it and put it on, tying it in the back. I put my own on and waved him over.
I grabbed the ingredients for everything and showed him how to make the crust. He did it beside me, mirroring my actions, which he did exceptionally well at. After checking his crust and approving it, we rolled them out and put them in our 3 pie tins.
"Okay, we're going to cook the one for the Chocolate Heaven but not the one for the Purple Pie or Blueberry." I said.
"What even is Purple Pie?" He asked, chuckling.
"It's just a mixed berry pie. It's got blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, apples, and pears. And when you mixed it all together, the filling--" "It turns purple." Frank finished for me, realizing the connection.
"Yep!" I cheered.
We cut up all of the fruits we needed and threw them in the pot. I could tell he didn't spend much time in the kitchen as I had to teach him how to properly hold a knife. One pot was just for the blueberries while the other was for the Purple Pie.
"You add flour and sugar to make it thicker." I said.
"How much?" He asked, holding the bag of flour.
"1 cup of sugar and I normally just wing the flour, you only do it to where it coats the top." I admit.
"I thought you said organization and precision were important." He laughed at me.
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You can't do this alone. ~Frank Hardy x Reader~
FanficJuliet has lived in Bridgeport her whole life. It's a quiet little place where everyone knows everyone. She's been friends with Callie, Chet, and Phil for as long as she can remember and goes to high school with them, working at her parents bakery...
