A story with the troup of grumpy × sunshine. Roschelle, abandoned by her family, struggles to live with only a small job being her love for baking as a baker. She stumbles upon a handsome man named Zane, but has the issue of trusting people from her...
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Zane Hendricks
My parents both had me when they were 18 and 19, my mom being the younger one. They both had one of those rich and wealthy parents that everyone wished and wishes for. Both went to a rich school and college, both met at high school and have been high school sweethearts since then. They had me and got married, and they both grew more distant from each other more and more as they got older, and their work became more important.
Me? I was never like them. I hated my parents. For no reason, but I didn’t want to be a part of those rich families. It made me look weird and made people think I had everything in the world. They still sent me to a high school and sent me to Yale College, but I ran away from home when I felt I couldn’t take it.
As I wrote that letter saying, ‘Hey parents. Just letting you know I’m sick of this life and decided I’m going to leave it because I absolutely loathe it. Bye andhope to never see you again.’ I knew that they wouldn’t care anyway because I was already failing some studies on purpose to get out, I wasn’t acting like a rich kid with all the code of conduct and shit et cetera.
And so, I left. I worked at a pizza place to get some money, and not even a week later, my parents sent me six grand. I told them I didn’t want their money but they didn’t listen and so I just accepted it. I kept working there, saved up money, money being both my money and my parents' money, and eventually bought my first bike.
I still work there on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I bought a new bike recently. It was a week before I met... that girl. I forgot what her name was. Rosy? Randy? I must’ve heard Harry say her name during their conversation yesterday because I know it definitely starts with an ‘R’. I guess I have to find out tomorrow.
This morning when I was there, I overheard their conversation about how they were both struggling with their own things. She’s struggling with her rent payment for her apartment and Harry is struggling with the business and that he has 5 months to get the place making enough money. I decided I wanted to make my help obvious to the both of them and went along with giving them an extra two-hundred bucks.
My schedule might be free later on, so I’ll go there again to see her. I noticed she was more distant, quiet, and not that, I don’t know... happy? And I want to know why. Anyway, right now I’m on my way to a bar to meet Martin again. He called saying we needed to talk about something important. Last time he said that we ended up chasing each other and fighting. But I went anyway to see what’s his problem now. I’m sitting on a stool, drinking a beer as I wait for him. I see the door open in the corner of my eye and look to see the fat figure I recognize all too well. He looks at me and heads in my direction.
“Zane” he bellows, and I turn my head from the horrible breath that just came out of his mouth.
How am I going to deal with him talking for a whole five minutes?
