MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS

CHAPTER 3: CASSIE

"So, Cassie this is my idiot of a son, Wesley. Also his idiotic genes don't come from me but his father", Mrs. Evans grins.

I laugh. Figures. Not the genes part but the idiotic part. God, I can't believe I thought he was cute.

"Yes ma'am. We, uh, met", I reply.
Mrs. Evans then introduces me,"Wes, this is Cassie, your very own coworker."

"I guess", Wes mutters under his breath.

"You two, go around and adjust to the shop. We'll discuss your parts of the job the next day. Okay?"

"Okay" Wes and I mutter at the same time, then exchange a glance with pink flustered cheeks after Mrs. Evans laughs and commands us to stop 'flirting'.

I glance around at the shop. It is a round one room shop. It has yellow and pink wallpapers that have a surprisingly great contrast and match with the aura here. At the entrance is a big board with the shop's name-"MARSHMALLOWING OUR WAYS", which suits the shop perfectly since we are a confectionary store along with a milkshake center. On the left of the rainbow colored cash counter, are little  rows of wood attached to the wall holding different types of sweet little candies and marshmallows. On the right are chairs and tables (yes, I fell from one of them, as a matter of fact, i fell from the one in the right corner.) The blue tables have different flowers (names unknown to me) in bright purple vases. All in all, this place is a rainbow dream with marshmallows and chocolates come true. Although it sounds childish and a bit hideous, it has a mature environment, no one knows how. I believe it's because of Mrs. Evans.

Through my peripheral vision, I notice that while I'm technically checking out  Wesley's store, he seems to be checking me out. Without making a change in my posture, I ask him shamelessly, with a smug smirk, "Wes, dear, don't check me out. You don't stand a chance with me!"

Hearing me say this, Wesley looks away instantly and scoffs, but I know there is shame and embarrassment filled in that little action since his face and neck is the brightest red I've ever seen on anyone other than me. Whoa. His face is almost as red as mine gets and that's saying something.

Point Cassie!

I turn around to face him and laugh at his expression which is filled with hate and anger and humiliation.

I guess I understand why he laughed at me earlier.

"Shut up!", He exclaims with gritted teeth, which until now I thought was not possible. Seems like it is!

"Okay, Okay. Sorry. Truce?"

"With you? Who do you think I am? Mr. Gullible?"

"Whoa, there. My offer was completely genuine since we are forced to work here together for, like, what, 8 hours? 9 hours?"

"9 hours." he says angrily.

"Hey. Calm down. I just thought you might like a bit of company. Guess not."

I started to turn away and leave but to my surprise, as I was exiting the entrance, Wes shouted at the top of his lungs, loud enough for whole neighborhood to hear, "TRUCE! BYE BLONDIE!"

As a few people turned to me and gawked at me like anything, I felt my cheeks burn, and suddenly remembered that I'm wearing a black hoodie with chocolate milkshake soaking it wet.

Saving myself from more embarrassment, I ran for my life faster than I ever have.

As I parked my car below my home, I laughed and cried at the same time. This was the most fun I have had in a long time. It was a good feeling and I crave for it now. I realise sitting in my car, thinking about today's incidents, that sometimes  people need that happiness, that fun, that joy. That laughter. I  need that laughter and joy.

Upon entering my so-called house the first thing I heard was my parents sitting in some  room, talking or rather arguing, as they always do, in hushed voices. I clear my throat as a signal for 'I'm home' and present and currently witnessing their 'talks'.
My parents fight almost everyday since the accident. They didn't use to be like this. They were the lovey-dovey parents but I guess, they also changed.

I wish we all could change back into our old selves. At least for a while, like I did today with Wesley. That fall from the chair, that shower from the 'shake, the 'flirting' with Wes, got me thinking, it gave me the push that I needed to make myself change. Wait, no, that's not the right word. I'm not changing, I'm changing back into what I was, is it rechanging? Is that even a word?

Well. You see, that's my problem, I can't focus on important things, like had it been the topic of rechanging I would have thought about it without distraction for, like, four hours? Five hours? I don't know, but since it's an important topic, a topic that may change my life I got distracted. Crap.
I'm hopeless.
I'm really weird.

Just as I was back into thinking, Ron, my little ten year old brother came to my room. He sat on the bed, looked me in the eye and sighed frustratingly. I raised my eyebrows in question but he probably didn't notice because he didn't continue. My brother has my exact features as mine except his hair, which are brown, courtesy to my father. Ron is the kind of person who will not narrate his problems unless someone asks him. So eventually I ask,"Ronnie, baby, what happened? Why are you sad? Did someone bully you?"

"Yes."

Shocked, I asked furiously, "Who?"

"Do you really wanna know?I don't think you do."

What the..."I do, Ron. I wanna know"

"You!"

"What? What did I do? Did I do something?" I ask anxiously, after all he is my  brother, you definitely don't wanna get on his bad side.

"You ate the cake momma made!"

Shit.Shit.Shit.

He knows. "No I didn't!", I lie.

"Yeah you did!"

Knowing he can't win against me in this battle, he sighs dramatically. Then, he abruptly rises from the bed and starts to leave. At the door, he says smugly with his one leg out the room,"The game is on!"

That had me shivering even though the hot weather is enough to form a million tiny bead sweats on my forehead.
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             The idiosyncratic ladyy