Four years of hell.

Chapter seven

I stare at the boy in front of me. He claimed to be a bad boy that doesn't care about anything, but he is the sweetest soul I have ever met. I watch him play with his puppy as I lean on the door frame, not wanting him to notice me. I have been standing here for at least ten minutes and my legs are starting to hurt so I decide to say something.

"What's their name?" I ask making Jake jump.

"Oh um er, her name is lulu, how long have you been standing there?" He mutters quietly.

"Just a bit." I reply with a smile on my face. I look at his outfit for a moment, black jeans and a white tank top that has the paint splatter affect.

"Oh uh you want to make cupcakes?" He asks rubbing the back of his neck.

"I thought you'd never ask." I smile before he leads me to the kitchen, he gets out all the ingredients to what looks like choc orange cupcakes. He puts all the dry ingredients into a ball the starts to grate the skin of an orange and I crack the eggs into a separate bowl.

"A cup of milk." He says as he glances up at me. I do as he says and add a cup of milk to the point egg before whisking it. He then adds the wet ingredients to the dry ones, and mixes them well. We talk and laugh while putting the batter into the cupcake trays. He places the trays into the oven and I tilt my head to the side, wondering when he turned the oven on.

"I say we do a chocolate icing, what do you think?" He asks.

"Ooh that sounds great, I don't actually know how to make icing." I answer.

"To be truthful, neither do I, though I've got tasty store bought chocolate icing in the fridge." He laughs.

We just chat about every random topic we can think of while waiting for the cupcakes to finish. Jake places the hot cupcake trays on the stove and turns the oven off. 

"How long should cupcakes wait before they get iced?" He asks.

"I'm not sure." I shrug, "I haven't had cupcakes since early last year, and my mum made them."

"Oh, well this is the first time I've made them with someone else, and I usually don't ice them." He looks away.

"Why did you never make cupcakes with anyone else?" I question.

"Well all my past relationships were just because I was the bad boy, they wanted me cause I was a rule breaker, all they wanted was sex and alcohol, no one really cared for cupcakes." He sighs. I look down, but he lifts my chin making me stare into his eyes.

"But cupcakes are are great, how could you not like cup cakes?" He asks with a smile on his face.
"Cupcakes are the best." I laugh.

Jake tells me about all the different things he has graffitied in the past. All of them from this list. His favourite bit of art was the one he called weight loss, it was a based off a doctor who episode.

"Can we ice them yet?" He impatiently asks, I just laugh and nod. To my surprise he doesn't rush to the fridge to grab the icing, instead he moves towards me. Feeling slightly confused, I raise an eyebrow at him. He lifts me up and sits me on the bench. I tilt my head but I don't ask. 

He grabs the icing and cupcakes and starts icing them next to where I am sitting. Once they are iced he scrapes the side of the container with his finger to taste the icing, and I do the same. He then scrapes out some more icing, but this time he doesn't eat it, this time he puts it on my nose. He starts to laugh and I just glare at him. My glare makes him stop his laughter and he grabs a tissue to wipe away the icing.

"Better?" He asks, and I nod.