The Cake Girl

Sixteenth.

“hey, where's Tyler?” Josh, one of the many guys here asks Sean and I when we show up.

We both shrug, clueless, “he didn't stop by the bakery, so I don't know.” I tell him.

“huh. I keep texting him but he has yet to reply. Whatever, it's his loss.” Josh walks away and Sean looks down at me.

“do you think they're...” he trails off.

I glare at him, “thanks Sean. That's the image I wanted in my head all day.” I pull out my phone and call Tally, she answers on the first ring.

“hello?” she asks, a little breathless.

I groan, “I was going to ask to talk to Tyler, but now I'm not quite sure if I want to.”

Tally laughs, “we just got back from going for a run.”

“is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Lindsey!”

“sorry, sorry. Is he around then?”

“sure thing. I'll hand you over.”

there was a short pause before Tyler started talking, “what's up?”

“the guys' are wondering if you're going to come to soccer today or not.”

“one sec.” he, I assume, presses the phone against his shoulder while talking to Tally. “yeah, I'll be there in about an hour. Tally is gonna hang out with Sean's sisters for the day.”

“ok, see you when you get here.” I close my phone and slip it back into my bag.

“they were running.” I explain to Sean, “and Tally will be hanging out with your sisters for the day. Tyler should be here in about an hour.”

“well then, we won't wait for him.” Sean and I run off to where the rest of the guys are and we start one of many games. Tyler shows up and quickly joins in on the game. I liked how the guys totally accepted me into the group, though most of the probably had to do with my awesome soccer skills and not so much on anything else.

After the game (which I scored twelve shots on!) Sean and I decided to take a walk around the beach while the rest of the guys went home. “want to sit?” he asks, motioning to a log. I nod and we take a seat, watching the sun set over the ocean.

“you know, I realized we don't really know that much about each other.” I comment.

Sean chuckles, “Well, what do you want to know?”

I think for a second, “have you ever...been on a yacht?”

he raises his eyebrows at me, “What kind of question is that?”

“a random one.”

“well, the answer is yes.”

“seriously? I'm totally jealous of you right now.”

“I'll take you out to it sometime.”

This took a moment for me to register, “wait! You own a yacht?”

he smiles, “yeah.”

I moved away from him some, “you're rich.” I mumble more to myself than him.

“Lindsey?” he sounded worried

I laugh a sad laugh, “I knew this was too good to work out.” I was looking down at my feet, focusing on the color of my toenails.

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“you.” I say, “you're rich and me? I'm just some poor girl from out of town.”

I felt an arm go around my waist, “first of all, you're not 'just some poor girl,' your my amazingly talented girlfriend.” I smile a little at that, “and does it look like my dad flaunts the money? No. so don't you get any thoughts into that head of yours that anyone is going to judge you or us. Got it?” I nod my head slightly. Sean puts a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “really?”

“yes Sean. It was just a stupid thought I guess.” I look away again.

“look at me Lindsey.” biting my lip, I do as he says, looking back into his green eyes. “I want to tell you something but I don't want you to freak, okay?” I nod, allowing him to continue. “I love you.” my eyes widen, “BUT not like what you're thinking. More of a friend love type thingamajig.”

“love type thingamajig?” I couldn't help but laugh at that one. Sean pouts and move so that I'm sitting more or less on his lap. “aw, sorry babe, I won't laugh.” I kiss his cheek, “and thank you. I love you in a friend love type thingamajig too.”

Sean sticks his tongue out at me. “I hate to break it to ya, but we better start back.”

It was my turn to pout, “why?”

“because you have a float to design, a pageant to win, and a life to live. Am I missing anything?”

“no. let's head back.” The car ride home was fairly silent. Sean drove and I leaned my back against him with my feet out the window. I had a notebook and pen with me and decided to start sketching out a design for the float. Along with that I sang along to the radio which was currently playing “When I Look at You,” by Miley Cyrus.

“well, I think we found your talent.” Sean says, pulling into the driveway of the bakery.

“singing?”

“yes Lindsey, singing. Did you hear yourself?”

“it's not that amazing.”

“whatever, I'll convince you it is. For now though, what plans did you come up with?” he takes the notebook out of my hands. The float was square and then on top of that would be a stage type thing in the shape of a crab. That would be covered with red cupcakes and in the center would be a place for the Princess to sit. On the sides of the float would be different crabs dancing around and all of that.

I wasn't exactly the creative type if you can't tell.

“this is good.”

“really?”

“yes, a few adjustments and I think it'll look amazing.”

“you're just saying that.”

“what would I benefit from just saying that?”

“I don't know.”

“you're too modest my dear.” he leans in across the seats, “it's okay to be good at things.” his lips touch mine in a slow kiss. A flash from a camera broke it though. I looked over and glared at Tally.

She just ignored me, “come on guys, the show is about to start!” oh yeah, we were supposed to go to the carnival today...whoops.

Sean gets out of the car and helps me out before we break into a run to the beach.