Back then, I was 18 and everything was going down-hill. I had to get a job and be an adult. My parents kicked me out and told me that I needed to be on my own. I found a studio apartment and some work at a small bakery down the street from it. I hadn't talked to your family in a while and I didn't have many friends. The ones I did have, I could barely trust so I really felt alone. Little did i know that all of that would change. Eventually I wouldn't be alone, I would be loved, and all together life would be great. It changed because of one blonde-haired, blue-eyed weirdo named Corbyn Besson. I can remember when I met him as if it happened yesterday.
I walked into the bakery to take my morning shift. I had just put the freshly baked cupcakes in the display case when the bell chimed on the door, signalling that someone was here. I hung up my oven mitts and watched as the boy approached the counter.
"Hello!" He said cheerfully.
"Hi can I get you something?" I asked politely.
"Can I have a cinnamon bun and the whole cupcake tray?" He asked.
"The whole 48 cupcakes?" I asked surprised.
"Well I'm having a party and there are a lot of people so yeah!"
I nodded and got what he had wished for.
"Is that all?" I checked.
"Yup!" He replies cheerfully.
"I have to say, you're awfully cheerful for it being so early!"
"Well my morning is pretty great so far! I get good food, a party and a pretty girl talking to me," He says making me blush.
"I'm sorry that was really cheesy!" The boy adds sounding paranoid.
"It's all good!" I reassure.
I hand him the cupcakes and cinnamon bun along with his receipt.
"Have a nice day!" I tell him.
"You do the same," he says with a smile.
He leaves the store and that was the morning that started it all. After that he came back every morning and since the bakery was usually empty, I was able to sit and talk with him for hours. I learned his name and all about his band. A month had gone by when he had finally got the courage to ask for my number. I of course gave it to him and later on that day, Corbyn asked me on a date which I giddily said yes to. That lead to many more dates which I was on one right now.
Corbyn had picked out a fancy-ish restaurant to take me to and for afterward we'd be watching Netflix at his and the boys' house. I had just sat down at our booth and started talking to Corbyn.
"How was rehearsal today?" I asked.
"It was pretty good!" he says which surprised me since usually he complained.
"That's good! I told you that you'd have session," I bragged.
"Oh whatever!" He says while playfully rolling his eyes.
"I would be nice to me Corbyn! Maybe I'm goodluck!"
"Who knows?" .
For the rest of the night, you and Corbyn just talk and eat. When I finish, Corbyn looks me straight into my eyes. I stare back confused.
"Y/n, this past month has been great! You make me happy to wake up every morning just so I can see you at the bakery. You make me smile everyday and laugh so hard at your stupid jokes! You are amazing in every way possible , so, will you be my girlfriend?"
"I would absolutely love that!" I accept excited.
Corbyn gets up and hugs me tighter than ever before. A few people clap and Corbyn pays so we can leave. Right before I get in the car, he wraps his hands around my waist and I wrap your arms around his neck. Corbyn leans in and kisses me for the first time and oh yes, the sparks flew!
