Touchdown

Chapter One

Bailey's POV

I stand outside of the glass double doors, too intimidated to turn around the sign with the big bold letters that currently reads "CLOSED". With one final deep breath I look up at the big grand opening banner, and turn the sign around to the side that says "OPEN". As I walk in I admire the pastel decorations, all of which were placed in here by me. It's insane to think that, just a few years ago I was a high schooler, had no clue what the future held. But now, my future seemed to be laid out in front of me.
Behind me, a bell jingles and I can hear the click-clacking of high heels, the sound stops when the owner of the shoes pauses beside me.

She puts a hand on my shoulder and in a small voice says, "We did it, I can't believe it's done."

This store had been my project, our project, for a little over a year now. Lynn was my roommate in college, we were both in the Culinary program and we quickly became best friends. We decided to open a cookie shop together once I told her it was my dream, she had similar aspirations, and at night we stayed up into the wee hours of the morning talking about it. The next three years we started acting on our decision, both having majors in culinary arts, and minors in business.
Although we seem similar, our personalities are complete opposites. She is a party girl, always short skirts, heels, and lots of makeup. Where as I always wear my converse, jeans or shorts, and the bare minimum when it comes to makeup. She has long, wavy blond hair, with pale blue highlights, I have plain, wavy, brown hair that goes down to my shoulders. She constantly snuck out to parties, especially when we had a test the next day, she said it relieved her stress, but the only thing that I did that could get me in trouble was sneaking into the kitchen to bake, I did that countless times and never got caught.

I shake my head in amazement, "It's done, we actually did it."

"Well buddy," she slapped her hand on my shoulder, " we better get to baking those cookies."

"Actually if you don't mind I'm going to make some special cookies first, it's an original recipe that I want to try?"

"Are they for the store?" She looks at me with confusion written all over her soft features.

"I will sell them, they'll just be like a special. We can call them," I pause for a moment before speaking again, "Bailey's Batch. I'll make something new everyday."

"Okay, I guess I'll start on the sugar cookies." Lynn's sugar cookies have always been way better than mine, but she always has me frost them because she's never really had an eye for art, and she knows I love to draw so the cookies always turn out perfect. She also knows that I'm a perfectionist so she always gets to eat the duds.

I get started on my special cookies. Cinnamon roll. I was eating one at Cinnabon yesterday and the idea just hit me.

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Lynn and I work hard for hours to get cookies ready and set out before we are actually 100% ready for our first costumer. We have so many flavors it's a wonder we didn't mess them up. We have chocolate chip, mint chocolate, snickerdoodles, gingerbread, chocolate-chocolate chip, madelines, sugar, of course cinnamon roll, and more. We set our coffee machine to brew a fresh pot and sit in stools behind the counter for a well needed break.

The down-time is short lived, just a few minutes after we sat down, our first costumer arrive. She looks to be around her mid-twenties, maybe a bit older. She is dressed in light blue faded jeans, with a tear just above the knee. Her feet are clad in brown ballet flats, and she has on a sheer white button up that is covered in small black polka dots. She is wearing mostly natural makeup on her soft features, she has winged eyeliner that make her green eyes pop, and her smooth dirty-blonde hair is curled to frame her perfectly tan face.

"Hey!" I eagerly chirp her way, "what can I get for you."
She stops for only a few seconds to examine her options laid out in the glass case before her.
"Oh perfect! I'm sorry I'm kind of in a rush. Can I just get a few cinnamon roll cookies and a cup of black coffee?" She asks me.

"Of course! That will bring your total to four dollars and twenty five cents."

"Here's five dollars, keep the change, you guys are a new business you deserve it." She tells us as she hands me the bill and Lynn sets her order on the counter in front of her.

"Have a nice day ma'am!" I call out to her as she hurriedly walks out.

"You too!" Right before she reaches the door she takes a bite out of one of her cookies, "Ohmygosh YES! You go girls!"

I'm guessing that means she likes it.

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Pretty much every costumer was like that, pretty nice but they were all in such a rush. Nobody was able to sit down and eat.
It was like that until around two fifteen. A lot of college kids were going home for the day. A a group of about seven guys decided to come and take advantage of our free wifi. They seemed pretty cool. They got rowdy at times but nothing to serious. All of them combined ordered so much that we had to make more of almost everything, but we were totally okay with doing so. Costumers are costumers, and if they're paying for it I will make as much as I need to. I was bringing over a fresh batch of double chocolate chip cookies, when one of them got up to go scare his friend. On his way over he unknowingly bumped into me, I fell back a bit, not enough to spill cookies, but enough to knock over a ceramic vase on the shelf behind me. It fell to the floor and shattered which gave off a very loud sound, alarming all of the boys. Most of them laughed and shrugged it off, but the one in particular who I heard cracking jokes earlier. The one who always got the loudest laughs out of his friends. He is the one who came to help.
He's wearing a red plaid shirt and black glasses that has very soft rounded corners, which frame his blue eyes. He has on black skinny jeans and black boots. His hair is blonde, with little brown highlights. It is long but is piled on top of his head in a floppy mess which works very well on him. He also looks very manly with his sharp jawline.

"Hey let me help." He scoops up the broom and dustpan from my hands and starts to do it himself. I stand there awkwardly next to him not knowing what to do next. Once he gets it all he stands up and puts out his hand for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Landon. Nice to meet you."
I awkwardly grab his hand to accept the handshake, "Hey I'm Bailey."

"Sorry about my friends, we can get pretty rowdy sometimes."

"Oh it's cool, it's just the first day so I'm kinda stressed." As I'm talking I don't know what to do with my hands, so I touch my hair a lot.

"I totally get it." I see him eyeing my hands, realizing what I'm doing I quickly put them by my sides, he smiles at me. He smiles in a way that could either be taken as him mocking me or admiring me, for the sake of my confidence I'm going with the latter. "Hey just to apologize maybe we could grab coffee sometime?"

"Oh," I can't say that didn't take me aback, "sure yeah," I nervously smile at him, "I'd like that."

"How about this Friday at four?" He asks.

I want to tell him that I'm working then but my brain can't seem to put together the words and all that comes out is, "Sure," hopefully Lynn won't mind. Right?

++END OF CHAPTER ONE++

AHHHHHH ITS HERE ITS HERE. I know I'm a million years like but better late than never..... Right? We are hoping to update semi-frequently (with school and sports and stuff it's hard) And make every chapter semi-long. We will try our best to do these things but like no promises because we know how bad I am at that. Also I know this is like an hour early but I didn't want to forget. Don't forget to vote, comment, follow, and share with all of your friends!!

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-PaigeyPeach
(Formerly known as TrisRose235)