Sweet Love // Worick Arcangelo

Chapter 6 // Roomies

This chapter has a bit of gore in it. Should I put a warning before something mature happens, I feel like it takes away from the story. Spoils the plot in a way. 

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The next day, it was Saturday morning, and Nettie pulled up to the bakery. She was happily surprised to see James leaning up against the outside of the building. James saw her car and pushed himself off the building to stand up straight.

Nettie quickly exited her car, excitedly walking up to James. "You're actually here, I'm so happy," she said standing in front of him. James felt a blush creep onto his cheeks, as the woman didn't hide her excitement and joy to see him. "Tch, I told you I would be here, so quit being damn weird," he scoffed turning his head away from the woman in embarrassment. Nettie giggled at the teen's antics.

"Okay then, we'll have to make a run to the grocery store to grab some fruit. I had the basic ingredients sent to me in bulks, so anything fresh we'll have to get ourselves," Nettie explained. Nettie started walking to her car, and motion for the boy to follow her. As they got in the car Nettie started it but didn't pull off. She just stared at James with her eyebrows raised expectantly. James looked back at her shrugging, silently question why she wasn't driving.

"Buckle up, buttercup," Nettie said as if she was stating the obvious. "I'm a Tag, I'm pretty sure I will be able to handle myself if we had a little wreck," James rolled his eyes. "Well, it worries me, and I want to keep you safe. I would never forgive myself if you got hurt, so while you're with me I'll take care of you," James looked at her with wide eyes. This woman just keeps catching him off guard. A Normal worried about a Tag, now he has seen everything. "Hmph, I'm not a buttercup," he mumbled fastening his seatbelt, looking out the window. "Thanks, buttercup," Nettie teased and started driving. She laughed as he snapped his head glaring daggers at her.

James pushed the cart, as Nettie looked through the fruit trying to determine which was the freshest, and would taste best with her desserts. Throughout the entire ride to the store, she heard James' stomach growl. "Okay, think this is enough for now, let's grab something to cook tonight. You like spaghetti?" she asked. "You don't have to fe-"," what did I say in the car James I'll take care of you, don't worry," Nettie cut him off.

"Yeah, I like spaghetti"

"Spaghetti and cheesy garlic bread it is then"

After grabbing the necessary ingredients the two headed back to the shop. Nettie started the lunch as James put the fruit in the fridge. James went back into the main part of the shop, as Nettie hummed to the music playing losing herself in her craft. James sat near the window and noticed an old man scoping the place out. He seemed to have a wound on his leg, and a few men with him. 'Are these punks planning something?,' James thought as he continued to watch the group. His thoughts were confirmed, as they pulled out guns and bats. James rushed into the kitchen, noticing Nettie was still cooking. "Hey, Nettie I really like this song turn it up, so I can hear it out here," James lied. "No problem, you got great taste," she said turning the classical jazz up all the way.

James walked back to the front of the bakery and noticed the men were almost to the shop. He ran out the door stopping them from entering, "get the hell away from here," he seethed toying with his switchblade in his pocket. "Listen, kid, we just want to talk with the bitch that owns this place. Just play with her a little, and giving her the same souvenir her Handyman friend gave me," the greasy old man pointed at his healing leg.

Having enough of this shit talk the man was spewing out, James pulled out his switchable. "I said get the fuck away from here," James repeated holding his blade in front of him. "Oh, the kid got so some spirit, well go ahead and kill him, boys," the man said signaling in men to attack. James smirked ready to kill, but Nettie's voice was heard in his head 'that's the reason I have this bakery, so people can have an escape and come together'. He couldn't kill these men in front of her store..., but he could sure as hell made them wish they were dead.