Frosting

Spring Break: Part 2

Zayden's P.O.V.

As soon as we reach cell service, Tony's phone goes off five times.

"Who's that?" Wyatt asks. He and Tony both sit in the backseats while Oliver and I sit in the front.

"Two from my mom. Two from my friend Tyrone. One from London," Tony replies.

"London? As in London, England?" Oliver asks.

"No, as in London the person. She's a friend of ours, Paris' best friend," Tony replies.

"You do realize that your female friends are named after places. Brooklyn in NY, Paris, France, and London, England," Oliver asks.

I just shrug. My phone goes off, telling me I have a message. "Can you check who it is?" Oliver nods and takes my phone.

"It's from Paris. She says 'Sorry to bother you guys, but which is better: red velvet cake pops or butterscotch fudge or should I make both?'" Oliver reads out loud.

"Um...both," I say. Oliver types it and hits send.

We talk as we arrive back to the city. I drop them each at their houses and then go home myself.

Paris' P.O..V.

It's Friday. The day before the wedding. I have to start baking today. I bought all my ingredients yesterday. But, first I have to go pick up my dress. My new tía's name is Angela. She's absolutely awesome. She loves to cook and shop and the beach and she kind and just plain awesome. She chose me to be one of her bridesmaids so I have to go pick up the dress. I already felt like she is part of our big Hispanic family, even though she is Irish, but who cares. Angela chose a bridal store just about twenty minute from my house, into the city, to make and do the fittings for the bridesmaids dresses, her bridal dress, the groom's tux, and the best mans tuxes. I arrive at the bridal store at around 8:30.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" says a woman at the counter by the door.

"I'm here for my bridesmaid's dress final fitting," I reply.

"Your name and wedding name?" she asks pulling put a binder.

"Paris Cook and Angela and William José Sanchez," I answer.

"I see, come with me." I follow her to a smaller room with dressing stalls on two of the walls and clothes racks on the other two. There are also two small platforms on the floor near the middle of the room. On one of them I see my cousin, Mateo Sanchez. He's a couple of years older than I am and he's from my tío William's first marriage. We are close, he's like my older brother.

"Hey," Mateo says. He's wearing a white tux with a red tie.

"Hey," I reply.

"What do you think?" Mateo gestures to his tux.

"Looks good," I smile and give him a thumbs up. I take my dress from the rack and walk into one of the stalls on the opposite side he was. I change into a red strapless dress that went down to right above my knees. It's slightly sparkled on the bottom and decorated with silver jem stones on the neck line. I walk out and see Mateo still look at himself in the mirrors that covered all the walls. I join him. "What do you think?" The dress fit perfectly.

"Beautiful," he replies.

"Thanks. I've got to hurry. I've still got to bake all the desserts," I say as I start to walk back to my changing stall.

"You need some help? I've got nothing to do today," Mateo asks.

"Sure," I smile. "But, we've got to hurry." He walks back to his changing stall as I close the door to mine. The rest of the day was spent baking and cooking desserts and finally the cake.

I woke Saturday morning at 5. I probably should have woken up earlier. It took me three and a half hours to get ready and then Mateo and his friend Jonathan along with our other cousin, Sebastian, came to help bring the desserts to where the after party is being held. After setting up, it was almost time for the ceremony. People cried tears of joy as the 'I do' were said. Soon we had the after party and cake was passed around. The music is blasting and people are dancing on the dance floor. I sat at my table, taking a sip of my sparkling apple cider. I get up to walk around, when Mateo comes up to me along with some one else. I don't know him, though. He looks about my age with light brown hair and blue eyes. He's taller than me by about five or six inches, but still about two or three inches shorter than Mateo. He is really cute.

"Hey, cous. This is Oliver Campbell. Oliver is Angela's friend's son. Oliver, this is my cousin Paris Cook," Mateo introduces.

"I know you," Oliver says. I tilt my head to the side. I don't know him. "You're Zayden's friend." I raise my eyebrow. "Zayden Hadley?"

"Yes," I reply. "And you're the old friend from fifth grade he mentioned."

"Yep," he smiles and I return it.

I shiver. It's cold in here. I bring my hands to rub my goosebumps on my forearms. "Why did you guys choose such a cold place?" I ask Mateo.

"I didn't choose it," Mateo replies.

"Here," Oliver starts to take off his suit jacket before Mateo stops him.

"Here, I've got it," Mateo take off his jacket and gives it to me. See, he's like my big brother. I give Oliver a shrug and take Mateo's jacket and place my arms in it. It's big of course, but what matters is the fact that it's warm. "Soda anyone?"

"Yes please," I reply.

"Sure," Oliver replies. Mateo leaves us to get some soda.

"So, how was your guys' camping trip?" I ask.

"Pretty good. Except for the part when Zayden got really mad when he found out Vicky cheated on him with Nick right before the camping trip," Oliver replies.

"Can I just ask how did you know I am Paris?" I ask. I'm just curious.

"That's actually pretty funny. See, Wyatt told me he had a girlfriend and when I didn't believe him, he showed me a picture on his phone. It was a picture of him, Brooklyn, you, and Zayden. The one where you guys were at the mall," Oliver explains. I nod. "And then Wyatt told me that his girlfriend's name is Brooklyn. Then, I saw you and asked if you were the Vicky that Zayden was dating. Wyatt and Zayden laughed and told me that your name is Paris, so I thought you were dating Zayden. That made Wyatt laugh even more and Zayden explained that you both are just friends." I laugh.

"You thought I was Vicky?" I continue to laugh. "That's ridiculous. I'm nothing like her."

"So, you know Vicky?" Oliver asks.

"Of course I know Vicky. We used to be friends. But, when she started dating Zayden, she started being rude to me and acted jealous. I don't know why, but that was the end of our friendship," I reply. I pull out my phone and pull up a selfie she and I, along with London, that I took a while ago. I show it to Oliver and point to Vicky. "That's Vicky."

"Oh. You guys look nothing alike. Who's the other girl?"

"That's my best friend, London," I reply.

"I'm back with sodas," Mateo joins us and hands up wine glasses filled with dark fizzing liquid. Coca cola.

"Thanks," I smile, taking the glass.

"Thanks," Oliver says.

We all talked and got to know Oliver as he got to know us. It was a fantastic after party, and the food was even better. Oliver couldn't believe when I told him that I made the desserts and the cake. But, he enjoyed it which is what matters. I love when people love my food. It makes me feel good.

When I got home I remembered something. "Ugh. After tomorrow I have to go back to school," I say to myself.