-TO BE TAKEN DOWN-
Katy Thomas is best known for her booming bakery shop, Katy Cakes, that has desserts as sweet as she.
Her new neighbor, Gage Rivers, is best known for being bitter and closed off from others.
The only thing they really have in com...
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A month has passed since I last saw Gage. Well, that was a lie. I've seen him nearly every day at work. But although he was there physically, he was still very distant. He has not been the same since September and I wasn't sure why. The day after the catering event he came to me requesting a few days off for personal reasons and said nothing more about it. I was worried about him for multiple reasons, including the fact that when he asked me his face was bruised all over again, but he wouldn't let me in no matter what.
I truly thought we had something going. It didn't even have to be romantic, but I thought we were friends. He still claims that we are, but if that's the case why does he hardly even look me anymore? It's gotten to the point where he even suggested that we ride home separately. His excuse was that his motorcycle needed to be fixed soon so he didn't want me on it in case it messed up. I knew it was a lie, and a terrible one at that, but still I let him go his separate ways not wanting to push him any further. Whatever he was going through must be serious. Now I visit Mr. Phillips alone which was another issue.
"Why don't you come with your boyfriend anymore?" he asked one day.
"Who?"
"That Gage guy."
"Oh," I forgot he mistook us as a couple a while back. It feels like ages since that moment. "I guess we just . . . wanted some distance. I mean we see each other at work every day so, why not?"
Mr. Phillips' expression told me he wasn't falling for my lame excuse either, but he didn't pry. "I suppose. I asked him about it the other day but he didn't really talk about it either."
I perked up. "You saw him the other day?"
"I did. He dropped by to give me this," he pointed to the black shirt he wore that read Pierce the Veil in large, intimidating red letters. When he noticed the bits of crumbs from his pastry on the shirt he quickly wiped them off.
My heart gave a little tug when I registered what he was saying.
"Gage came by to give you his shirt?"
"I'm assuming it's his shirt. I didn't really need it, but I can't really refuse something that feels so soft. Oh! And he brought these, too," he reached around to grab a small storage box nearby. After unlocking it he pulled out a few cans of sunscreen along with other first aid kit supplies. Gage must have been thinking the same thing I was when we last visited Mr. Phillips.
"He said he would stop by again in a few days to bring more supplies," he continued as he put the supplies back up. "I keep telling him not to worry about it, but he's as stubborn as you. I guess that's why you make such a good pair."
