The Emotionally Unstable Baguette

Chapter Five: Other Hot Baguette

A/N: First AN! I just wanted to say thank you to anyone who read/votes/comments on this story. Also, this chapter is a little longer than the others. Sorry the other chapters were so short. I'll try to make them longer. This one might only be longer because I'm procrastinating homework. Anyways, here's the chapter!

Bagel reluctantly walked up to the female baguette. He knew that if he screwed this up, he would probably die from the emotions. Bagel isn't emo, don't worry. Emo is not real. Bagel is emotionally unstable. Two very different things.

As he finally walked up to her, she realized he was there. She was kind of drunk, you can't blame her unresponsiveness. Or maybe you can. Drinking can be bad. If you can't handle your alcohol.

She was even more beautiful up close. She looked soft and fluffy. Bagel couldn't help but wonder her name. She was just too good to pass up. Maybe. Maybe she was a bitch. Then he should pass her up.

She smiled at him as he took a seat next to her.

"H-hi," Bagel managed to squeak. The female baguette giggled quietly, because really, Bagel was too flustered and adorable.

"Hi," she answered back confidently. Bagel wished he could do that.

They exchanged smiles, and then sat in silence. Again, another awkward silence. You can't live without awkward silences. It's just a way of life. Especially if you're emotionally unstable. Which Bagel was. Never forget that, you shits.

Anyway, even the female baguette was realizing this was awkward as frick. She decided to take the initiative, because the other hot baguette next to her was definitely not going to do it.

"What's your name?" She asked. Bagel almost cried when he realized that she might have the slightest bit of interest in him. But he didn't. Don't wanna scare the ladies off too soon, do you? You at least have to show them the pile of dead bodies in your backyard.

"Bagel," Bagel seemed to answer somewhat confidently. Which was new. Maybe he was growing as a goddamn piece of bread. Finally.

She seemed to stop for a second.

"W-what?" She asked. It seemed it was her turn to lose confidence. But in her case, she wasn't losing confidence. She was just really confused and kind of happy.

"Yeah," Bagel responded, "that's my name. What's yours?"

"Toast," responded the female baguette, who Bagel could now put a name to.

"Oh," replied Bagel, looking really confused. "Oh," he said again, in a really scared way. He met Toast! Finally! What did she think of him? Did he fuck shit up? Oh, he definitely fucked some shit up.

Of course, he didn't actually fuck shit up. That was just his thought process, because he honestly didn't know what to think. Had he met her too early? Mama Baguette didn't tell him what to do past meeting her. She could be a psychopath, or an axe murderer for fuck's sake. Who the hell knows?

Bagel of course didn't think any of the swear words, because he soul is too pure and innocent. He doesn't realize all the wrong in the world. But he will soon, motherfuckers. And the author really needs to learn to fucking stay on topic.

"Don't worry," said Toast, "I think you're pretty cool. The mystical baguette didn't really say anything about you despite that your name is Bagel."

Bagel couldn't help but blush.

"Yeah, she didn't really tell me anything either," Bagel responded. "She's my mom, by the way. I called her Mama Baguette."

"Ohhh," said Toast, deciding not to push the situation any further. She's seen her own share of family members and friends getting taken, but she'd learned to accept it at this point. It was just a thing that happened in the life of a piece of bread in a bread store.

You had to live in constant fear of being the one they chose next. It was always a painful way to go out, no matter how it happened. It could be being eaten slowly, thrown away, cut up, etc. The list goes on and on, when you consider the variety of bread-related dishes. The possibility of not getting chosen are about as slim as the chances of Wheat not being a little bit gay.

Toast and Bagel shared a few more minutes of awkward silence, where Toast offered to buy Bagel a drink, which Bagel politely but quickly declined. They eventually decided to go to the park, which wasn't far away from The Carb Club. But that didn't really matter, since Toast knew how to handle her alcohol.

Remember kids, it's okay to drink alcohol if you can handle it. If you can't, stop. Just stop.

As they walked to the park together, Bagel decided he really liked Toast. Not necessarily more than friends at this point, but he was perfectly fine with just being friends. She was cool, and Bagel hadn't really had a friend who cared enough to listen to what he had to say.

Toast was developing similar feelings toward Bagel, but on a stronger scale. She definitely wanted them to date. She thought they would be perfect together. That's what Mama Baguette intended, at least. How could they upset sweet, old, dead, Mama Baguette?

Toast got up the courage to voice her thoughts.

"Hey," she started. Bagel looked at her with attentive eyes. "I know we only just met, like, an hour ago, but I really like you."

Bagel looked at her in surprise. He didn't think she would have those kinds of feeling for him just yet, considering they had only just met.

"Look, Toast," Bagel said with a sigh. "I really like you too, but can we please take this slow? This is the closest thing I've ever had to a romantic relationship, and I really don't want to mess it up. If it's okay with you, I'd just like to be friends for right now."

Toast looked and felt crustfallen. But she understood and nodded. They continued walking to the park in silence. It was most definitely an awkward silence.

I think I just got friend-zoned, she thought.