The Emotionally Unstable Baguette

Chapter Six: The Children's Park

Bagel could understand why Toast looked so sad, since he probably would look sad too. He had just friendzoned her. She was being so nice to him, and he Wentz and stomped on her heart.

Bagel was too nice to purposefully try to hurt someone, physically or emotionally. So, when he saw that Toast was really sad, he almost cried himself.

But, he didn't, because no matter what he had just said, he really did like Toast. And he had most likely just fucked up their pending romantic relationship. This little fact was enough to make him pass out. He probably just made all of Mama Baguette's efforts go to waste.

Toast looked at him strangely as his breathing sped up a little bit, and he forced himself to calm down before he really embarrassed himself this time. He still wanted Toast to like him, remember?

As they finally got to the park (it took much longer than Wheat told them it would, and Bagel had a feeling that was on purpose), they both spotted the swings immediately and looked at each other. They seemed to share a mutual agreement and both raced off to the swings together, Toast slightly faster.

They got to the swings and sat down, pushing off and getting into the age-old rhythm of pushing your legs in and out (not as in sex). How would you even fuck someone with your legs, anyway? That's the real question.

Bagel and Toast were sitting in yet another ever-present awkward silence, only interrupted by the creaking of the swings. Bagel was the first to speak.

"Look, I'm really sorry," he began. "I really hope I didn't hurt your feelings, or get your hopes up. It's just that I kind of emotionally unstable," Bagel found it more difficult to admit that then he thought it would. Toast looked at him in curiosity, while silently telling him to go on with her eyes. Bagel took a deep breath a continued.

"Because of that, I don't want to accidentally embarrass myself, and you in continuation, because no matter what you think from what I said a few minutes ago, I do really like you," Bagel said all too quickly.

It took Toast a couple of seconds to register what he had said, because, once again, he was talking really fucking fast. But, when she did get what he said, she couldn't help but let the huge smile that had begun to build up show on her face.

Bagel saw her smile, and it was one of the brightest things he had ever seen. I mean, it wasn't Gerard Way's smile, but still. You can't exactly beat his smile, though. It's too fucking adorable. And now the author is fangirling again, god damnit.

Anyways, Toast's smile was contagious, and Bagel soon found his anxiousness slowly seeping away.

Despite the adorably heart-warming reaction Bagel had to Toast's smile, Bagel's smile wasn't exactly the most, ah, graceful, one could say. Basically, he looked like a dying cat. But he was too fucking adorable for Toast to do anything but laugh. Not in a mean way, of course, well, at least she wasn't trying to. The situation was kind of ridiculous.

Bagel, being the poor, innocent soul he was (I mean seriously, he's like the bread version of Phil Lester), he didn't know what Toast was laughing at. So, he just awkwardly laughed along with her, making her laugh even more. Soon, they were both on the ground, fucking. Haha, just kidding. It's too soon for that, you weirdos. No, they were just on the ground, gasping for air, after (fucking! No! Too soon!) laughing for what seemed like hours. They weren't necessarily even laughing at anything. Maybe they were just trying to laugh the awkward out of their relationship.

After the detour, they decided to actually have some fun (no fucking involved) and wentz to the slide. But, it was really wet (haha) so they decided to go to the merry-go-round instead.

Toast was having too much fun with Bagel, and forgot to mention that she would probably throw up if she wentz on that merry-go-round.

Bagel plopped himself down on the merry-go-round, the universal sign of "push the fucking merry-go-round". Toast let out a sigh, and grabbed one of the handles (haha) and ran for god knows how long. Probably a minute at the most.

"Okay, okay!" Bagel shrieked at a high pitch (he did not break the sound barrier, because that's not how it works, Phil). "I'm dizzy, let me off!"

When Toast finally managed to stop the merry-go-round (those shits are difficult to stop), she was laughing, but so was Bagel, so it really wasn't all that awkward. For once. Those two pieces of bread are the epitome of awkward. Sadly. This story is just awkward.

When Bagel finally managed to get off (not in a dirty way), he practically couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. At least he wasn't hard. Like I said, innocent little bread.

While Bagel was fucking around, Toast sighed and sat down on the spinny-wheel of death. She patiently waited for the motherfucker that she was hopelessly attracted to (and she's been attracted to for *gasp* about an hour) to get the fuck over there and push her skinny ass around on the spin-spin.

By the time he finally did, you know, calm the fuck down (Toast swore it had to be at least five minutes, that hopeless bastard), she was starting to get really pissed. She sighed when he finally got over there, and put on her most irritated face.

Bagel blushed and muttered a quick "sorry", and Toast couldn't stay mad at his adorableness.

Bagel then started to slowly push the top, and it was all fun and games. For about ten seconds.

Toast realized rather quickly that this was a really bad idea, when she felt her stomach flip. Her mouth was filling with saliva (because that happens when you're getting ready to throw up), and she felt her stomach make another heave. She tried to swallow the impending vomit down, she really did, but it really wasn't working. This shit was starting to get real.

"Uh, Bagel?" She said in the quietest voice possible, hoping that she would be able to keep it in long enough to not, you know, throw up on him.

Bagel seemed to not notice her positively green-state, and continued to quickly push the vomit-inducer, producing a "hmm?"

Toast couldn't say anything else, for fear of vomiting anywhere and everywhere at once, and tried to find an opening where she could jump of the spinning cyclone, and ended up practically jumping on top of Bagel instead. Yay.

"Oomph," was the sound made by a surprised (though not particularly complaining) Bagel, as he fell over with Toast on top of him. Toast would have made a sound too, if she was not currently trying to hold in her guts. Maybe it's possible that drinking alcohol, however watered down, before going on a children's playground and playing on the equipment was not the best idea Toast had ever had. But that's just a theory. A GAME THEORY. Jk, jk.

Bagel had just managed to lift her up with his weak muscles when she threw up all over him, and he made an even more surprised sound, since Bagel didn't have much life experience and didn't know how to handle this. Eventually, though, he realized that she probably needed help.

"S-sorry," said a shaky and embarrassed Toast. And apologetic, all at once. Bagel made a little bit of a laughing sound.

"It's not your fault," he said. "If I had known that you get motion-sick so easily, I never would have let you go on it." Toast couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle at that.

Bagel continued. "Do you have a place to go? I should probably take you home or something."

Toast sighed. "I'm staying with a friend. We can go there, and since it's evident that you don't really have a place to go, I'm sure she'll be fine with letting you stay there. We can get you cleaned up in the process."

Bagel offered her a grateful smile. "Thanks, that would be great."

And that's where their friendship full of awkwardness and doughiness began. Not with a bang, but more with a throwing up noise, you know?

A/N: Haha, this one is longer! Again, thanks if you vote, get a life if you don't (jk, jk). But still, vote, comment, tell your friends, the whole package. Also, I've take a few schizophrenia tests, and all of them said I could possibly have it. One of them said most people scored 1-65, and what did I score? 95! Now I'm really paranoid and shit, and I also have no fucking clue why I typed any of this shit. Bye! Get ready for the next part!