Bakes Stories

Just some shit

As far back as my memory allows, I only ever remember hating Josh Whitman. His messy dark hair, cold green eyes and an icy attitude to go with it. Some may say hate is a strong word; they don't know Josh. Moreover, it is a genetic thing. My family, the Carters, and Josh's family, the Jenkins, have been rivals, since the dawn of time. Coming from a long line of bakers in the small cozy town of Leavenworth, Washington, the exact origin of our rivalry is still unknown. For anyone who knows Leavenworth, they'd know of our obsessions with nutcrackers and Bavaria. Our entire town centre is modeled after Bavaria. The beautiful December snow, tranquility only a small town can offer and the family business; it's all the life I know and need. I'm Macy Carter and this is my story; well, mine and Josh's.

These Are Kinda Like Biscuits But There Not. Made By Graylen.

A fan revise of the original story. I just touched it up. But Son Supernatural. You should read it, then watch the show all over again seven times in a day.