Not another Day at the Beach

Chapter 4: Sand in my Frosting

POV: Sadie
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"I'm heeere!" I shouted, setting off the chime of the bakery door as I entered.

"Good." Max said, throwing an apron at me. "I could use some help with this damn wedding cake."

I swiftly caught the apron and put it on. Again, I'm used to Max throwing shit at me.

"So...is this 'Damn Wedding Cake' heavy on decoration? You know I suck at piping." I said, walking towards the counter of the empty bakery.

"Nah. I'll leave the decorations up to mom. I just need help with the measurements."

I rolled my eyes. We'd been raised to bake for the family business, and this dumbass still doesn't know how to measure things?

"I'm bad at math!" Max said, throwing his hands up defensively.

"Yeah, yeah." I said, smiling and rolling my eyes.

"You roll your eyes way too much, Sades." Max said, brushing a strand of light brown hair out of his face.

"Tell me something I don't know, Max." I replied, grabbing a bag of flour.

"No! You were supposed to preheat the oven to 350° dumbass!" I shouted as Max slid the cake into the oven without preheating.

"I'm usually decorating the cakes Sades, gimme a break."

"Why did mom want you to bake, then?"

"It's date night."

I chuckled and hopped up onto the counter.
"I can't believe our parents still have date night."

"It's kinda cute in my opinion. Romantic, keeping the fire alive."

"Wow Max. I didn't know you were a five year old girl."

"Wow, Sadie. I didn't know you had no soft side whatsoever."

"You've known me for my entire life. You should know by now that I have no soul."

"You have a soul in there somewhere."

"Yeah right. You know my heart is black as the cake that you are definitely going to burn because you suck at baking."

"Oooh. Literal burn."

"So where's Casey?"

Casey is my oldest brother. He's 21 and in college with a full scholarship. He's more mature than Max and I probably ever will be.

"I dunno. He's probably just off somewhere being the golden boy of our generation." Max said.

He looked up at me.

"Sadie. Get off the counter."

"What if I don't want to."

"We aren't going to pass any health inspections if you keep doing that."

"But it's so comfy up here."

"Sadie. Come down."

"Make me."

Max sighed, walking over to the counter. He hoisted me over his shoulder, attempting to carry me off.

"You need a timeout." He said as I protested.

All of a sudden, he teetered to the side and slipped.

I collapsed on top of him, shrieking.

"You okay?" I asked him, slowly standing up.

"I'm fine." He grunted. "You're heavier than I remember, Sades."

He stood up and playfully ruffled my hair.