𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 [𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 good day Mr. Weston." You smiled at the man who was a regular customer. He always gets one chocolate muffin and two donuts for his kids. "You too y/n." The man said as he walked out of the bakery.

Your mother had you run the shop for the day as she went out with your brother, for what you weren't too sure. You happily ran it for the day though, you were glad to interact with people. You took the pan of baked goods from off the top of the glass case and began restocking the baked goods that we're running out of.

In the process of doing this your thoughts seemed to drift away from restocking and go to your memories. The memories of you and your father.

"Papa!" You tugged at his apron, his hands full with pans of varis cookies. "Yes honey?" Your father said kindly. His words seemed to always lace with a feeling of safety. "Do you think I could have a cookie?" You asked, a smile on your face.

"Y/n, honey, you have had four already. Your mom would be mad if you had another." He laughed, "Come on papa, it's just one!" You whined, your goal was to eat every cookie your family made. From oatmeal raisin to chocolate chunk. Your dad placed the two pans of cookies on top of the glass case and grabbed one sugar cookie.

"Ok listen," He spoke crouching down to your level. You put all your attention onto your dad, your eyes going from his to the cookies. "If I give you this cookie, you can't tell your mother-"

"Can't tell me what?" Your mom leaned against the doorway of the back. An eyebrow cocked at you and your father. Your dad shot up and turned his back to you facing your mother. "Oh! Hey beautiful!" Your dad said nervously. "We were just talking about-" "What to get you for your birthday!" You smiled at your mom, your dad turning his head to you.

"You two are too sweet." Your mom smiled, your father handed you the sugar cookie behind his back, once you took the cookie from his hand he gave you a thumbs up. You shoved the cookie into the pocket of your baby pink dress. You smiled widely, though your father couldn't see your smile; he knew that you were smiling.

As the memory faded your mind you couldn't help but smile to yourself, you felt your cheeks damp a bit wet. You took your free hand and wiped your cheeks, though the memory wasn't sad you couldn't help but shed a few tears.

You missed your father more than you could ever imagine, you often cried while thinking about the memories of you growing up at the bakery. But you told yourself you'd never show that because you wanted to be strong for yourself and mother. Deep down you knew your mother struggled more than you ever did. She did lose her lover of almost ten years after all.

You took a deep breath and tried to get yourself together before a customer walked in; not wanting to have to explain how you were crying while restocking cupcakes thinking about your father who passed. You picked up restocking cupcakes, trying not to start thinking about memories with your father again.

As you finished restocking the vanilla cupcakes you moved to the red velvet ones. Sliding them gently into the glass case. The shop seemed to be quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the faint radio your mother always had playing in the back. But the quietness faded as the bell to the front door bell seemed to vigorously chime as the door swung open the person who opened it seemed to be in a panic. Which put you into a panic.

"Y/n!" You whipped your head up and was met with your best friend; Elizabeth. "Liz? What the hell are you doing? You scared me to death! I thought we were getting robbed!" You barked at her, your heart seemed to pound out of your chest. You sighed and placed the pan of cupcakes back onto the top of the glass case and shot daggers at her.

"The devi- paradise people are here! They got here awhile ago but it was just announced y/n!" Your eyes seemed to widen at her words. "How many?" You quickly asked, "People are saying eight or nine!" "Do you think they'll come here?" You asked, you were very interested in seeing them. You wanted to see what they looked like if they looked scary or if they looked normal, how many girls were there and how many boys, you were practically dying to know.