The Cupcake Theory

31) Food Will Be the Death of Me

31) Food Will Be the Death of Me

I have never thought of myself as an overly crazy person.

Yes, I may have a vision board filled with cat photos with names for each. And maybe I do sound like I'm talking gibberish sometimes only because I'm overly excited about a new book that I bought and read within a day.
There also may be the very odd occasion where I start mumbling and talking to myself.
I don't see what the big deal is, I just find that having a conversation with me, myself and I is more interesting than talking to real people.

After Josie's grand entrance I'm fairly sure my brain pressed the big red 'overthink every situation' button.
For the rest of the day, I had been on edge, waiting for Josie so swoop out of nowhere and trip me over.

We don't exactly have the best history. When we were younger we were friends but then puberty hit. Let's just say I didn't keep up to her standards of what a girl should look like or act. We weren't on the best of terms when she left as a month before she thought it was a good idea to make me spill my chicken noodles all over my uniform.

For the rest of the day, I was sticky, hungry and smelled like a soup kitchen.

Good memories.

Zoe catches up with me at the end of the day and gives me a list of things to buy from the shops to keep my mind off Josie. She decided the best thing to do when I'm panicking and overthinking life is to bake.

Walking through the confectionery aisle I find myself drawn to the blocks of chocolate "I think we should do chocolate buttercream on top of the cupcakes."

"But chocolate is so plain what about cream cheese, you can never go wrong with cream cheese," Zoe says from the other side of the phone.

"You should only use cream cheese icing if you're making red velvet or carrot cake," I argue browsing the shelves for the most important snack while baking.

As I go to reach for the last packet of super chocolate chip cookies another hand grabs them at the same time.

I look to see a pair of piercing green eyes look my way. My grip instantly tightens on the cookies.

"Hey Zoe, I'll have to get back to you as there's something I need deal with," I hang up and put the phone in my pocket all while not breaking eye contact with the cookie thief.

He smirks at me "Hey there beautiful, what are you doing in this aisle because you're already sweet enough for me."

"Trying to buy some cookies for an ice cream sundae but some idiot won't let go of the packet which is obviously mine," I tug on the packet hoping he'll get the idea to let go. He doesn't budge. I see how it's going to be.

"I don't see your name written on it." Is he challenging my authority over baked goods?

"Um, actually it is" I point to the red heading in bold "See, 'Maggies homemade Chocolate chip cookies'. "

"Your name is Maggie?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that, punk?"

He now pulls on the packet, almost pulling me over as well "No, you simply don't look like the Maggie type that's all plus I don't think you need all those cookies, cupcake."

My eyes widen "Are you saying that I'm fat?"

"Nonono you're the best type of curvy, I'm just saying that you should share the cookies as people may need them more than you."

"I'll have you know that I'm currently having a mid-life crisis. I would like to eat my sorrows away and fill the sad cookie shaped hole in my heart. I'm confused and sad. All I want to do is buy my cookies so I can dunk them in one of them jumbo bottles of milk. I really hope I'm not lactose intolerant."