Bake-Off: Cupids Bakery

1. Paul's Fall

I come home after the second to final British Bake-off episode for the recent season, and I hate everyone about it. I hate how the Contestants were rude backstage, I hate how Prue acts as if she is above everyone, but most of all I hate how Mary Berry left. I can't even think about her on my way home. All I can do is try to forget about our memories and try to at least slightly like Prue.

I walked through my front door and headed right to the bedroom to get into my pyjamas. I walked in there to find my girlfriend, Melissa.

"I didn't expect you to be home so early?" she questioned.

"I know, filming didn't take as long as I thought," I replied.

I opened the closet to grab my care bear pyjamas but I was met by a really fit lad half naked.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!" I shout. I noticed him staring at Melissa like she would have an answer.

"Listen, we can explain..." Melissa tried, but I cut her off.

"Do you mean you two have been sleeping together?" I said, without even knowing what was coming out of my mouth. There was silence for around 10 seconds, that felt like years.

"Yes," Melissa stated.

I took a step back; I covered my face so I couldn't see them and also so I could cry. I heard her speak but I couldn't focus and it all sounded jibberish.

"Get out of my house," I said, calmly.

"Paul, please-" I cut her off.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!"

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Today was the final day of the Bake-off this season, not like it mattered to me. I have no girlfriend, no real friends, and on top of this, I am stuck with Prue, who can't even pronounce "scone" properly.

The whole day goes by like a blur, but when we reach the taste test, I'm handed a slice of pie. I taste it and instantly I'm transported to the 2010s, with Mary Berry. I remember her making this exact recipe for me every day before filming, Our true laughs, the real joy we spent. All shattered with time.

"I have to go, I'm sorry," I state before running out. I hear people call my names, I notice Prue's bitchy judgy face staring at me. I just keep running till I am nowhere close to the studio and find an old bench to sit on.

Who am I without Mary? Who am I without the Bake-off? Who will I become if I stay with Prue? I hear a voice in the distance.

"Fruitcake?!"

"Berry Pie?!"