MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS

CHAPTER 2:WESLEY

I stare at the girl, the one with marshmallows stuck in her strawberry blonde pixie cut, the cute one, the one lost in her own head.
I stare at her till her expressions change from horror to disbelief to thoughtful to scared and again to, finally, happiness. No not happiness. This is different. There is smugness, horror(I'm sure she is obsessed with being horrified) and...peace? I don't know. It's kind of complicated. All I know is that the last expression, the complicated one, makes her look all the more cute.
But.
Nah.
She's not my type. The look she sports is different from any I've seen on a cute girl and that's saying something because I've seen a lot of them. Her look is almost boyish but not quite. She's different yet same.
Her cheeks are all red from blushing hard after the  'incident '.
Again. She's cute but not quite.
I was staring at her(surprise,surprise), when her body stilled. Her loose hands on her side went on her hips rigidly as she straightened and looked me in the eye, a smug smile on her face.
"May I help you? Because if you were here just so you could witness my humiliation, you are very well allowed to leave,"she said with a hint of admiration, amusement and bitterness.
"Oh, yeah? Now a milkshake soaked girl will tell me what to do in my own shop?" I said with the same tone she used. Though the last part is half a lie, it's my parents' shop, but she doesn't need to know that.
Her expression changes in a jiffy. Her smugness transformed to pure horror and her full smirk to a deep frown.
Seeing her expression, I burst out laughing.
She gives me a death glare, the same one she gave earlier. To prove my point and be on her good side because believe me, seeing that death glare, you can easily say you don't wanna mess with this girl, I explain between my laughter, "this is my parents' shop and I'm, apparently and unfortunately, forced to work here whole summer, so yeah it's technically my shop too and you are no one to tell me what to do. "
Her expression remains horrified as she says," You are Wesley Evans? Really? You?"
Holy shit. Who is she and how how does she know me?
She must have sensed the confusion on my face because she then explained, with her right hand outstretched, "Hey. I'm Cassie Burns. Your one and only coworker. "
And now it's my turn to be horrified. Mom had said a lot about Cassie Burns because she knew her mother, who had recommended Cassie to my mother, and I believe that she loves Cassie more than her own kid, me. Believe? Scoff! I know she loves her more than me even though she hasn't met this cute, sarcastic blondie.
She snaps her finger in front of my face. Getting out of my thoughts, I ask her, "Oh. So you're the coworker Mom was talking about. Huh.",and fake my best disappointing face.
She sees it and horror (doesn't she have another expression? You know, a smile is also something existing in this world) overtakes her. She asks, stammering, "What did she say about me? Do I have a good impression on her?" Since I don't respond to her, she grabs my arm and attempts to shake me and miserably fails at, by the way.
"Nothing. She didn't say anything about you to me. She didn't even mention your name."
I reply, smirking.
She breathes a sigh of relief and smacks me hard on the arm, for such a small figure she has great moves. Seeing that she will probably kill me if I don't tell her the truth, I decide to disclose the family secret that my mother loves her more than her own kid.
Hearing the truth, she smiles. The first time. A beautiful smile, that shows her features brightly and highlights them with perfection. Her true smile is pretty. So pretty . So much pretty, I may have melted there, had it not been for the chair holding me around. She was a goddess at that moment, in that smile.
I sigh in my mind. Then shake my head, remembering that she is not my type. That she's different. That 'we' will never happen.
"Seems like you two have met. Well, have you?" Says a voice behind me.
I turn around in time to see my Mom entering the room with the same grace she is born with.
My mother, Ellen, is a graceful, proud and charming lady. She has the same brown hair and midnight blue eyes like me, I acquired all the best things from her. Her lips and nose match with my sister, Elena. She is the mastermind behind this awesome shop.
"Hey, Mom,"
"Yo, Wes!", I wince as she greets me back. Yeah the only problem with my mother? She tries a little too hard to be the cool mom she isn't.
She comes to stand between me and Cassie, and only then do I realise how close we had gotten during our...Argument? Conversation? Whatever-we-had.
Mom takes a look at Cassie, who looks like she bathed in confectionary, and bursts out laughing just like me. We have the same rhythmical laughter, just mine is a bit deeper and sounds horrible unlike hers.
"Cassie, dear, what happened? Did Wes here do something to you? Wesley?", She asks softly with a hint of anger at my name.
She never uses my full name, like never, so that proves that she likes Cassie more than me.
C'mon mother! Did you really give birth to me and not her?

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