Love, Stephanie

Chapter 8

Slowly, and carefully without ripping the paper, I opened the nespaper to show what I was searching for.

Jobs.

That's right, jobs. I had found out that I've done enough schooling, and I thought it didn't really matter because I already had a job in America. But just because I didn't have to go to high school in Liverpool didn't mean I was always relaxing. Oh no, I kept myself very busy with cleaning, cooking, and I was helping Chris and his girlfriend with everything baby. One month had passed since he told me, so she was a third on the way! She and I decided the theme would be crayons, with light pink walls and little crayon stickers and borders on the walls. And yes, the light pink walls mean a girl. I was overjoyed to hear it would be a girl, and Chris's girlfriend was even happier.

So, back to jobs.

Secretary? Boring.

Seamstress? No...

Nurse? I would have to go to college for that....

Baker?! Well no, that doesn't sound like me, but they were asking for a waitress, which I knew I could do. The bakery sounded small, and I thought it would be pretty perfect. And even though Chris and I had plenty of money, I just wanted to make money to buy things I enjoy for myself. And there was another factor; I wanted my own car.

I wanted a car so I would never have to walk anywhere anymore, even though I knew I would. But I hated the rain and I got sick of walking in that fairly quickly. And not only did I want my own car.. I wanted to achieve something myself for once. It may seem wonderful to be given everything you ever wanted, but after 17 years, you want to work for something yourself for once. And that's exactly what I was going to do.

I read thorugh the paragraph, stating the address, the time, and everything else, and I quickly changed, folded the nespaper, grabbed an umbrella and coat, and walked to the little bakery.

It was extremely small, but that made it feel quiant and homely. The scent was of fresh bread, cookies, pastries, and other baked goods. There were a few tables with chairs scattered, and a large counter with goods on display. I rang the small bell on the counter, waiting for someone to come out of the kitchen.

I heard shouting from the kitchen, and a young man came out, showing me his back as he pulled out a cart with fresh French bread on it.

"Um excuse me--" I lost track of everything when Ashton turned around from the cart. "Hey, why are you doing here," I said with a big smile. "I was about to ask the same exact thing to you," he said while giving me a quick hug.

"So what are you actually doing here," he said after our hug. He ran a hand through his flour covered hair as he waited for my answer.

"Well I saw you guys had a help wanted ad in the newspaper and I need a job so here I am," I said, sounding surprisingly very pleasant and confident in my choice of words.

"Well... I'll just ask my dad," Ashton said. "Hey dad, can my friend work here?" "Sure," his father said, not really sounding like he was paying attention to his son. Ashton then grinned.

"Then could she stay at our house tonight," he said, giving me a wink while saying it. "Sure," his father said again. "And you're okay with the fact she's pregnant," Ashton said, as we tried not to burst out laughing. "Sure," his father said, making us laugh nearly harder. "And we're going to pay her right," Ashton said. "Wait, WHAT?!"

Ashton's father ran out, holding a jar of sprinkles and a tub of frosting in his hands. "Oh, who is this," Ashton's father said while putting down the sprinkles and frosting, and shaking my hand. "This is Cristina, my friend who wants a job here," Ashton explained. Ashton's father took a moment of silence to think then nodded to himself.

"Alright, you can work here," Ashton's father said. "Really, that's it, you don't need any of my information or anything," I asked happily. "I don't care about that stuff, as long as you can work," Ashton's father said while throwing an apron my way.

The entire day was spent working. I found the bakery was actually quite busy, but that just meant more pay at the end of the week. I didn't bake anything, and only touched the food when serving it, but I didn't really mind. I enjoys the job, and talking to Ashton on my break was fun too. at the end if the day, I helped clean up the bakery till the place was literally sparkling. Ashton offered to walk me home, so we started to walk home. It was, as always, raining outside, but Ashton and I walked under his umbrella till we arrived at my house. I notices Chris wasn't home yet, but I didn't really mind all that much.

"Thank you for walking me home," I said happily. "You're welcome," he said just as happily as I did. We stared at each other for a moment, till he started to lean down closer to me.

At first I didn't know how to react. I wondered on my choices that I had of either kissing back or stepping back. I mean, do I like him? Clearly he liked me, but I still wasn't sure if I liked him. I did enjoy his company, but would I kiss him?

Well, yes, I would. Or at least I did.

I held his hands as I was kissing him, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. It wasn't like there were sparks everywhere, but it felt warm and comforting to me. When we finished, I let go of his hands.

"See you tomorrow," I said while opening the door. "See you," he said while starting his journey back home. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it.

As nice as that kiss was, it will soon hurt me in the future.

I just know it.

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