A story with the troup of grumpy × sunshine. Roschelle, abandoned by her family, struggles to live with only a small job being her love for baking as a baker. She stumbles upon a handsome man named Zane, but has the issue of trusting people from her...
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This was a bad idea
Inviting him into my room was just a horrible idea. What was I thinking? I don't think I was thinking, honestly, because the me I know would shove him out of here right now.
But now I have to deal with what I got myself into. Not to mention the party, too. I don't even know what happened there because normally I always put on a fight. Always. But I didn't, and that is bothering me. I really hate him right now for getting me to back down like that and actually make it so that he was able to maneuver his way to make me let him come. I mean, what's his problem? Why is he always pushing to be near me? I'm getting really sick and tired of it, and yet I still allowed him to do it. I hate myself for it.
I pour the water into the mug that holds the coffee powder and hear my phone buzz. I put the kettle back onto the stove and look over my shoulder at Zane, and see him still studying the rest of my books. I'm still surprised he likes reading. And I can't believe we both have something in common, which is hating movie versions of the books we read. I pick up my phone and see an unknown number sprawled across my screen. I unlock it and open the message to see,
Unknown
Hey, Roschelle. Remember me? It's Bennett from the bakery.
As I read the message, I felt a jolt of excitement, and my fingers flew across my keyboard to respond.
Oh, yeah, I remember. What's up?
Nothing much. Just wanted to know if you changed your mind about the party.
Of course not. I'm still super stocked for it, actually.
I'm glad to hear that because I just got details about it and I wanted to tell you.
Go ahead.
So, the party is on Saturday at eight 'o clock at night. Apparently, there's a theme to it, so we have to dress as if we are in Tinkerbell. And me personally, I love all of the Tinkerbell movies, and I could help you out with your outfit choice if you'd like?
I chuckle as I read the last part.
Okay, sure, that's perfect. And yes, I will let the expert choose my outfit since I feel that we should be the ones to look absolutely perfect and astonishing there.
Alright, perfect, see you there. Wait, should I pick you up?
Sure, why not. Meet me tomorrow at the bakery, I'll tell you my address.
