The Cupcake Theory

30) Mixed Froyo Feelings With a Side of Dramatic Entrances

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30) Mixed Froyo Feelings With a Side of Dramatic Entrances

Zoe once said 'All you need is love and a bit of hope to pull you through the tough times.'

I disagree.

All I need is yoghurt which is preferably frozen with cheesecake bits.

After mine and Aarons 'civil' conversation my thoughts start to cluster up in my head and I couldn't think straight.

Not with everybody's eyes on me.

Not with Charlie staring at me, wanting to talk about a certain situation that happened between us that I'd really rather forget.

I definitely did not want to talk.

So like any normal teenager, all I want to do is avoid my problems until they eventually go away or hide in my bed and hibernate until everything had fixed itself. Both extremely foolproof.

All I needed was a couple hours of peace and quiet to myself, where I could work out what I was going to do and what country I'll be running away to. I'm tossing up between Peru or Antarctica.

The real question is how do I choose between Llamas or Penguins?

"Mam I will need you to leave as we are closing," a voice breaks my train of thought.

"Well, I disagree," I take another scoop of watermelon and cookie dough, "your sign says open till late. My watch says it's only 5:56 which is definitely not counted as late."

I'm met with a sigh and the sound of feet shuffling away behind the counter.

I listen to the mixture of retro 80's pop and an argument in the background about who has to stay to get rid of me.

The slamming of the door signals that they had made a decision on who has the honour of escorting me out. Sucks to be them.

I ignore the shadow that is cast over me and continue to pick at the cookie dough "Miss, you have to vacate the shop as we are closing now and I will have to lock you in here," a familiar voice says.

Refusing to look up I slide further into the booth making it clear I'm not leaving anytime soon "That's not a big problem for me as I really don't mind you leaving me with an endless supply of food. I can have a 3-course meal of yoghurt for dinner, think of the possibilities!"

"Mackenzie..." Sam sits down on the opposite side of the booth.

"Person who I am not acknowledging because I've had enough confrontation for a lifetime in the past week," I mumble to myself.

On top of the Charlie situation, I don't have time to relive what happened with Sam the previous night as well.

Not that I know what really happened.

The entire day had been weird enough that I brushed off the reality that out of everywhere I could have gone, I went to Sam's house. Which makes no sense because they don't have any good food in their kitchen.

It all happened so quickly.

It started with me wandering around the streets then climbing through his bedroom window which when I now think about it was a terrible idea. Then he gave me a jumper while I tried to avoid saying too much about the kiss. Next thing I know our foreheads are touching and my stomach had butterflies.

But then the inevitable happened and he realised who was standing in front of him. I had never so much conflict in his eye until that night. So when he said I had to leave I knew there was no room for argument.