The Emotionally Unstable Baguette

Chapter Four: The Carb Club

Bagel decided right away that he was going to stay away from everyone. Why did he even come here in the first place? It wasn't like he was exactly the clubbing type of bread.

Suddenly, a pita chip came up to him.

"Would you like to buy some yeast?" The pita chip asked.

Bagel had a mental breakdown. How was he supposed to know how to tell a pita chip he didn't want drugs so early in the chapter? He tried to talk, but the words didn't form into anything resembling words. The pita chip seemed to understand what he was saying. He laughed.

"Don't worry, I was just joking," he said. "I don't have any yeast. At the moment." He laughed again.

Bagel thought this guy seemed kind of scared, but he decided he could trust him. I mean, he didn't exactly look like the world's most dangerous piece of bread.

"My name's Whole Wheat, but you can call me anything else. As long as you don't call me Whole, because that sounds like "hole", and I don't want everyone thinking my name is asshole," the pita chip said really quickly.

Bagel was really confused now. He was just beginning to realize none of their names had anything to do with the type of bread they were.

"M-my name's Bagel," Bagel said somewhat nervously.

"That's an interesting name," said Wheat.

They stood in an awkward silence, and not like all that crap in the stories where it's like "we were just walking in silence, but it wasn't awkward". No, this silence was most definitely awkward, and Bagel and Wheat knew it.

"Oh, by the way," said Wheat, definitely seeming like he had forgotten something. "There's this other really pretty baguette. I don't know her name, I mean, I would've talked to her if there wasn't the whole law about inter-bread romances."

"What now?" asked Bagel, still thoroughly confused.

"Inter-bread romance," replied Wheat in a somewhat tired voice. "Breads of other types aren't allowed to be in any type of romantic relationship, whether it's love or just fuck-buddies."

Bagel frowned. "That doesn't seem right," he said. "Bread should be able to love who they want to love."

Wheat scoffed. "You're right. They should. Keyword, should. It doesn't mean they are. The flourment seems to think it's okay to take our rights away. Do you know how difficult it is to find other hot pita chips?"

Bagel laughed a humorless laugh.

Wheat continued.

"Given, no one actually follows the law. Everyone kind of just decided we were all in this together. Now, everyone lets breads caught in the crossfire of being in an inter-bread romance be together. In secret, of course. And there are always the traditional breads who think it's bad. This place is one of those "traditionals". Therefore, I cannot talk to the other hot baguette. But, you can," Wheat finally finished, pushing Bagel in the direction of this so called "other hot baguette".

Bagel muttered several protests before he saw the most beautiful baguette he had ever seen. She was kind of tall, but not quite as tall or skinny as Bagel. She was wearing a red bow in her hair, and was drinking a small amount of watered-down milk. Wheat probably would've made a joke about her being weak. But, he was nowhere to be seen. He has left Bagel by himself. Bagel had to talk to her.

It's a good thing Bagel's a piece of bread, otherwise he would've had a boner.