Working at the bakery, day 69--Beginning of shift
"Hey, stop that yawning, Juvie."
It's only 8:30, and I'm already purposely heckling Wheeler as she mixes up some red velvet brownies. I'm "watching for customers", which really means that I'm just feeling too lazy to make anything at the moment. I don't mind watching Wheeler do it.
"How's the mixing coming?"
"Perfect, because I'm doing it."
"Ha. Whatever, juvie. So, what'd you do last night?"
"I went to Behren's Cove."
Behren's Cove is a little cave near the end of the peninsula that we live on in Evesham. Not many people know of it, and it has lovely views of the Tewkesbury and Stratford-on-Avon, so it's a common spot for teen parties.
"Yeah, right. Did you just do all of your homework last night, or did you save some for this lovely Saturday?"
"I did it all last night."
"You really need to live a little. How do you even have summer homework?"
"It's for advanced students. I'm learning French, actually."
"Say something to me, then." I raise one eyebrow, trying to look like one of those Frenchmen that wears a beret.
"Je pense que vous êtes incroyablement stupides."
"Okay, I'm not French...but I know the word stupid when I hear it!"
Before Wheeler could react to my words I was in front of her, yanking the mix-covered whisk out of her hand and spinning her around to face me.
"Tell me what you said, or face the wrath of the whisk." I dangle it over her threateningly and she giggles uncontrollably, not even remotely scared until I brush it across one of her cheeks.
"ISAIDYOUAREUNBELIEVABLYUNINTELLIGENT!" she says in one loud giggle, quickly wiping the bright red mix off of her face and wiping some on mine.
"You're lucky we're on the clock, juvie," I wipe some off the mix off of my face and lick my fingers. It's amazing, but I can't admit that to her.
"Tastes like rotten eggs."
"Oh, shut up! You're just jealous of my baking skills. Now, if you care, I actually have something interesting to discuss," she smirks at me.
"I'm listening..."
"My mom actually asked how my day was yesterday."
"Really. Maybe she's changing?" I try to be encouraging, though I know I'm never very good at it.
"I guess it's always possible...but I'm not sure I buy it. She hasn't really noticed me in twelve years." she replies as she sticks the brownies in the oven.
"You never know, Juvie, you never know."
Our long conversation is momentarily broken by a sudden slew of customers who all want coffee and scones, but after about half an hour the bakery has died down again save for a few patrons still enjoying their breakfast and taking advantage of the free wifi.
"How was your date?" Wheeler asks quietly, now decorating our first ever batch of brownies.
"Horrible. Absolutely horrible."
"Aw, you didn't get laid?" her laughter erupts throughout the quiet bakery but she cups her hand over her mouth before she can interrupt too many patrons.
"At least I know what that means, Juvie. No, I didn't."
"I'm sixteen, not ten, Harry Styles. You don't know what I know."
She tries to look defiant, but I know that she doesn't know much of anything about such matters.
"I'll bet you haven't even kissed a boy."
Her blush tells me my answer before she even has a chance to create a sassy reply.
"So, why haven't you?"
I'm curious. I mean, she's sixteen. I had my first kiss when I was like twelve. Not that I like to think of her kissing anyone...it sort of makes me want to gag.
"Je n'ai pas parce que Je t'aime et vous seul."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
"Look it up," her eyes have a strange darkness in them that I've never seen.
"I can't even remember what you said!" I pout.
"Good," she replies quickly, "that was what I was going for".
--12:15PM, 15 minutes past end of shift--
[Texts]
Harry: Did you make it home okay?
Wheeler: Yes. Thanks Harry.
Harry: The brownies may have been slightly better than rotten eggs. I'm adding them to our menu.
Wheeler: I'll take that as a compliment. Have a great day, Harry.
Harry: You too. Do something other than homework.
As I'm cleaning up, my mind wanders aimlessly to the phrase she said in French. Why wouldn't she tell me what it meant? I just wish I could remember what it was...
A/N: She's supposed to have said "I haven't because I love you and only you", but Google Translate isnt always right :/
