Falling For The Cupcake Boy (Still Baking;)

Chapter One: Unlikely

As I'm walking around town, looking like an idiot as I scan random shop windows like a hawk, I suddenly stop in my tracks when a cold splash of water showers me from head to toe. I stare daggers at the car that splashed a puddle at me as it fades away in the distance.There's nothing much I could do now. I'm already wet with muddy rain water, and the frickin' car is already out of sight. I just continue my oh so lovely walk around town, hoping to find a 'help wanted' sign on one of the store windows. I am desperately in need of money right now, and if you knew the reason, you would be desperate, too.

-----6 hours ago-----

"Aahhhh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" My bestfriend Stella suddenly bursts into my bedroom, phone in and, and squealing like no tomorrow.

"Stells, what the heck is wrong with you? You can't just bust into people's houses whenever you want. I was just doing my homework, and you caused me to scribble all over my essay! It was almost done, you know." I say as I toss the last page of my 4-page essay in the trash. All that hard work, down the drain, or should I say trash can.

"What do you want?" I ask as I set my pen down and face her. She just answered me with another ear-piercing squeal.

"Okay, let me guess. That wasn't your 'my crappy little brother drives me crazy' squeal. It also wasn't your 'help me, I'm being violently murdered' squeal, either. That leaves me with your..." I suddenly trail off when I realize what she's being so noisy about.

"Your fangirl squeal! Please tell me you have news about the Red Lights!" I say as I start jumping up and down with her.

Stella and I have absolutely nothing in common. I like peace and quiet, with a good book and a cup of coffee, perhaps. But Stella? She's more like the 'I don't give a shiz about what you think' kind of chick. But if there's one thing we absolutely have in common, it's our love for the AMAZING band, Red Lights. So of course, our fave bonding activity is stalking and fangirling this awesome band. Come on, every teenage girl does it, we're just a tad bit more extreme.

"Yes! You're not gonna believe the news!" She says, climbing up my bed and jumping up and down.

"What, what, what?" I say, eager to hear the news.

"They're having a concert. And guess where? The local stadium!" She says, getting even more giddy.

I start squealing wildly, too, and join her in turning my bed into a frickin' trampoline. "That's only, like, 2 blocks from here! We could totally walk there!" I say.

"Exactly. This is our golden oppurtunity to see them live, Izzy. We have to buy tickets, like, right now!" She says, jumping off my bed and heading straight to my laptop.

"Wait, let me clear it up with my parents, first." I jump out of bed and head down the stairs, running into the kitchen where my parents are.

"Hey, mom. Where's dad?" I ask as I grab an apple off the table.

"Oh, you know. He's off to Mrs. Whalburg's bake sale, again. You know how your father is with that old lady's apple pie." She says, chuckling.

"Mom, I have to talk to you about something." I say.

"What, honey?" She says, focusing on the bacon she has on the stove.

"Umm, I was hoping to, um, you know, get some money for the Red Lights' concert?" I say while crossing my fingers.

"Pretty please?" I add.

"I don't know, Isabelle, that's a lot of money. If it was just admission, then I'd be happy to give you sone, but I know you want way more than that. That band is very popular, and it's known all around the world. They don't just sell tickets for a cheap price. I'm sorry, honey. But if you really want to watch that concert, you'll have to find your own way to make money." She says, looking at me with a rather sad look.