The Bad Boy Loves Cupcakes

Chapter 2

*Jason's POV*

"Mom!" I shouted out into the house, given as I couldn't see over the huge box I was holding in my hands. "Where do you want me to put it?"

"Just set it down anywhere, sweetie!" She shouted back from an unknown part of our new house. Huh, it was weird calling it that. Our house.

Just as I set the overly heavy chunk of cardboard down with the rest of our stuff, my mom popped into the room looking excited. I studied her haphazard self incredulously. Her long, messy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her black t-shirt and blue jeans were covered in paint splatters. She brandished a large paintbrush like she was conducting an orchestra, gesturing wildly as she told me her plans on decorating the house. I nodded occasionally, only half listening. I loved my mom, but I never really inherited her love for craftiness. It just...wasn't my style.

To be honest, I wasn't sure why she always put so much effort into our new houses. We usually never stayed for long, it was like she did all that work for nothing. I felt bad, it was usually my fault we had to move. Besides, it's not like I did it on purpose or anything, I just always found my way into trouble. Like, for instance, how I got kicked out of that stupid private school over in New Hampshire. Yeah...it's kind of a long story. My mom is usually cool about the trouble I get into though, she's kind of a "go with the flow" type of person. Anyways, we had to move again so I could keep going to school, this time to a public one (my mom thinks it would be better for me), and that's how we ended up in the sleepy little town of Chesapeake. It's nice, I guess, but it's kinda...boring. No offense to anyone, it just is.

"Jason? Jason are you even listening to me?" I was pulled out of my thoughts by my mother calling for me, and I looked over to see her with her hand on her hip, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Heh...sorry." I said sheepishly. She just rolled her eyes at me and shook her head. She walked into the living room and picked up another paint bucket.

"Why don't you go out?" She suddenly suggested. "You know, explore the town, make some new friends." I pondered it and shrugged. I mean, why not, am I right? I wasn't really the "make friends" type of guy, but I wondered what this town had in store for me. Just as I was about to walk away, my mother called to me again. "Don't forget to wear something warm! It might get chilly!" I chuckled at her motherliness, but heeded her none the less. It was already October, and the brisk autumn winds weren't something I wanted to brave in the t-shirt I was currently donning. I quickly grabbed a black hoodie off of a chair and rushed to the door.

"Bye, Mom!" I said over my shoulder. I faintly heard a "Bye sweetie, have fun!" before I was out the door, ready to discover the secrets of this town.

***

It had been a good hour, and I had hardly found anything worth my time in this little speck of a town. There was a large, overcrowded mall, a string of fast food places and restaurants, and an arcade-slash-bowling ally. The only thing even worth mentioning so far was a skate park a little way back, but I hadn't even touched my skateboard in over a year, so I probably wouldn't be frequenting that area. I kicked a rock as I walked down the side walk. Chesapeake sucked.

And then I saw it, out of the corner of my eye. A small shop, smaller than most I passed. It was feminine, and a bit rustic looking, but that's not what called me to it. It was the name. "Aunt May's Bakery". Do you know what bakeries have? Cupcakes. And cookies. And donuts. And basically any delicious treat you can imagine that comes from an oven. And do you know what I love? All of the above.

My loved for all that is sweet comes from my mother. Like I said, she's a pretty crafty lady, and therefore enjoys her share of cooking. She used to make all sorts of delicious baked goods when I was younger, but slowly her baking passion dwindled to near nothing. I haven't tasted something she's made in ages, we usually just get take out now. I have to find things to wane my addiction else where. Like, for instance, the lovely bakery sitting before me. I crossed the street and beelined for the small shop, quickly entering it and taking in the beautiful sight before me. I think I was in heaven.