I knew it. A good ol’ coffee woke me right up and corrected my timing to the country I was now residing. And it was put to good use as Nan had me doing all the house work for hours on end.
“It was been way to long since I’ve had a helping hand around here and the gutters do need cleaning!” She egged on in such in eager tone. “Oh and uh, I’m not sure If your mother told you but I have having a small get together tonight with some of my friends, would you mind terribly picking up some cakes for us. It shouldn’t be too much trouble, the order is at the same bakery you went to this morning.”
No, actually my mom had not bothered to tell me Nan was a party goer. So not only am I doing all the chores around the house but now I have to attend a party with a bunch of my grandmother’s friends! I am in no shape for talking to a bunch of old ladies about my school and relationships. Especially since I came here to get away from all of that past life, but no, I hadn’t even had a chance to breath.
Without complaining, out loud that is, I sped off down the road once more the bakery in the middle of town. The open flag was still somewhat flying outside, with small tables and chairs surrounding. However something was different from this morning. The crowed had doubled! I was lucky to squeeze through the door in one piece! I stood in the line once more waiting to pick up Nan’s order. I heard a now familiar voice as I made my way to the front of the line.
“Well I feel lucky, twice in one day.” He gave a cheeky smile, one I’m sure he gave everyone.
“I have an order under Silverstone.”
“Let me see…” He turned to the back room shouted something and a second later two women came out holding some very large cakes and seemed to be struggling. “Ah, quite a big order, having a party, eh?”
“My grandmother, apparently she does this a lot!” I gave a smile paying the boy and trying to handle carrying both large containers, failing miserably.
“Looks like you need a hand” The boy stepped back from the counter reveling a maroon colored apron hitting him at the knees. It covered some jeans and a scruffy white shirt, clear stained. He took one of the cakes, “I assume you drove?”
“Walked actually, it’s not far though to I think I can manage.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, you almost flattened the cakes a minute ago, let me carry one.”
I couldn’t argue with him. He reached out grabbing the box in my arms, moving his hands over my arms. The slight touch sent a chill running up and down my back. He shouted to the women once more informing them of our situation. I reached to grab the other cake and started to head out the door. He pushed it ajar leaving his foot in the opening allowing me to slip by without harm.
We walked in silence for about a minute or two. The whole time I was begging myself to ask him questions, maybe get to know this guy. However no words were able to form in my mouth, so the silence went on and so did the long dirt road.
“UMMM kay la” He whispered softly. His tone shocking and oddly joking but his face was deep in confusion.
“You can just call me Kae,” I said, giving a reassuring smile to his otherwise lost expression. He seemed to snap out of this fast and looked up at me.
“Then I guess you can call me Harry.” He said low and softly.
“Why would I do that?” I smiled and gave a slight head shake in his direction.
“Uh, it’s my name.” A flush of red crossed my checks. Oh course it was his name. Why would I ask, I sounded so stupid! He must have noticed me blushing for he ducked his head down in a smirk. “How come I have never seen you before today?” He blurted out.
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Our Summer Stories
Fanfiction“What- what did I do?” I was petrified. “Nothing,” he turned to face me again, “I am so sorry Kae, I shouldn’t have done that, it was so stupid!” He hit himself in the face, with shame. “Why should you be sorry?” I was offended to see he didn’t want...
