Finding Paris - (gxg)

Chapter 9

Trying to come up with something to get Alessia to forgive her and talk to her again was not an easy thing to do. It took Paris almost five days to come up with a good enough idea, she just had to think. What does Alessia loves? She loves bakery of course that's known but from all the things she has told Paris what is it the one that stood out the most and then she remembered.

It may sound like she's trying to buy the short Scottish girl but that isn't her motive for doing so. Yes she's planning on giving her a gift but knowing Alessia just something like that won't phase her. So Paris has a whole day planned that along with an apology and a promise to back off her sister. Paris liked Cassidy but she was not more important to her than Alessia.

So now she's on her way to the bakery where she hasn't been to in almost a week. Luckily these days have cooled off the younger Knox a bit since their last encounter. It was unlikely but Paris could only hope.

"Paris! I was wondering when you'll show ya face here again." Sean said once he spotted the tall raven haired girl enter the bakery.

"You know I could never stay away for too long."

The boy with auburn hair hummed with a goofy smile, "She's in there and she's aye pissed. She's been venting her anger on the dough all day."

Paris couldn't help but gulp at the knowledge that her friend is still angry - much to what she thought Alessia would be. "Welp wish me luck then kiddo."

"Luck? I don't think even praying will help you," he laughed. "But I'll keep you in my thoughts.

She rolled her eyes and didn't bother to keep up conversing with the baker cousin and instead went into the kitchen. There was Alessia punching the dough with surely a little more strength than needed for making a bread.

Paris cleared her throat to gain the short girl's attention and she did. The other turned around and glared once she saw it was her.

"Hey Al..." she said pathetically.

"Didn't I tell you to don't talk to me again?" Alessia said without sparing her another glance, busying herself with the dough.

"I know but please Al," she walked closer to her and turned the dyed blonde around.

"Go back to Cassidy and leave me alone Paris." Alessia tried to turn back around but she didn't let her.

"I'm sorry." She apologized but only got a quirked brow from the other girl. "I'm sorry for fucking your sister."

Okay maybe being so straight forward wasn't the best option.

Before she could say something to make it better she felt her face being hit with what felt like flour. Paris wiped her eyes and saw Alessia with a smirk on her face.

"You're so bad with apologies."

"I know," Paris blew some flour off her nose but was soon met with more being thrown at her. "Are you done?"

"No." Alessia smashed an egg on her head and giggled. "Now I'm done."

"Nice to know you enjoyed turning me into a... cake?"

"Something like that. But I still don't want to talk to you so leave," she said dismissively.

Paris groaned in annoyance and instead of leaving she turned the Scottish around and made her back away until she was trapped against the counter and her. "I know it wouldn't be easy but just hear me out okay?"

"Stay away Paris you are all dirty."

"Yeah you make me dirty Al," she smirked earning a roll of eyes from her.