Kryptonite.
2.
I stumbled out of the big wooden doors of my school into the crisp London air. It was starting to rain, of course. Once i finally got out of hell on Earth, grown ups refer to it as school, it's starts to rain. With a long sigh I started to venture down the stairs to the courtyard. I was finally able to reach the bottom of the stairs once I struggled past a couple "snogging". I would never do that. Never would I shove my tonge in someone elses mouth for all to see. I saw my best friend Micah bobbing in and out of the crowd waving like a mad man. I smiled. He was such a dork, but I loved him.
"MIIIIICAAAAH!" I sang, as we ran into each others arms. Bi-standards looked at us like we were mad, but we didn't care. We were used to it. We have been running to each other ever since I first met him. You see, Micah is my neighbor. On the very fisrt day of school I over slept and ended up missing the bus to school. That in turn, forced me to run to school. On the jog to school I ran into Micah. I have a history of running into people, apparently. Ever since that day Micah and I have ran into each others arms. He dramatically kissed both of my cheeks making a loud smacking sounds, before grabbing my hanf.
"Oh, how I've missed you darling!"
"I know! I haven't seen you since lunch!" I replied sarcastically.
"Well negitive Nancy. I actually have been dreading having to come out here and pretend like i actually enhoy your company!" He shot back. I slapped him in the arm playfully, to which he responded by gasping and holding his heart like he had been shot. "THE BEAST STRIKES AGAIN!!" he screamed as he cowered down from me like an abused animal. His show had caused a group of girls to look in our direction.
"Micah, shut up and lets go. We've got to get ready for work and my glasses are starting to fog up!" I growled at him, yanking him in the direction og our apartment building.
Once we arrived home Micah went to his house and told me that "You better be out and waiting for me in the hallway or else. 10 minutes." I knew that he was just kidding but I still rushed through my pre-work routine. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth in nearly 3 minutes. I applied a fresh layer of chapstick and grabbed my hat for work. I was out of the door in less than 5 minutes. Triumphantly I walked out only to find Micah already standing in the hallway.
"You lose. Again." He smerked.
"I don't understand, how are you so bloody fast!?" I squealed.
"A magician NEVER reveals his secrets!" he said as he bowed, clearly proud of himself.
"Come on Mic, Lets get going. Don't want to be late to work, You're training the newbie today!" I laughed. Micah always had to train the new people at our work. He took pride in showing everyone how to bake and such. We work at the Ouh La! Bakery , it means "Oh Wow! Bakery" The owner is really funny. Her name is Rosa and she's French, so everything she pronounces sounds adorable, or angry, which ever way you wanted to look at it. I could tell by Micahs face that he was excited. He loved meeting new people.
"Oh please!!! No one is ever going to compare to me, I have no idea why Rosa even bothers hirering new people." He said, talking with his hands. We turned the corner onto North Street and noticed that the bakery was packed. It was pretty popular for a small bussiness. We hurried towards the door and shoved our way to the back. We noticed Rosa working the register. Micah walked over to her and talked for a few minutes before returning.
"The day I have to train someone is the day that hag decides to start selling a new cake. I don't get payed enough for this." he winned. "Oh and she said that the new guy is in the back. " Oh, so it was a guy. Yay! The only guy that worked here was Micah. and well.... ew. We walked into the back of the store to see someone with a chef hat on. I stopped dead in my tracts, I tried to recover before either boy had noticed me being weird. it was HIM! The dreamy eyed boy from school! Micah eyed me, probably figuring out the reasoning behind me stalling coming into the kitchen. We all stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. The new guy slowly reached up and pulled the chef hat off his head, causing some of his curls to tangle. Micah cleared his throat before he spoke, " Uhhum. Well Hello. I'm Micah. And the lovely lady to the right of me is Harper. I'm assuming you are the newbie, unless you are a robber... who likes to come to bakerys to try on their chef hats?" That got a chuckle out of the beautiful eyed stranger.
"Um, no. I'm not a robber. although if I were, a bakery is just the place I would rob. I love cake. My name is Harry By the way." It was the second time I heard his voice. The second time that nothing else seemed to exist except me and him. We locked eyes and he winked. I felt my face heat up and Micah spoke up, obviously taking note of my face.
"All right students, Lets bake!" He cheered as he clapped. Do I really work with my dream boy? Yes, turns out you do, I thought back to myself.
"MIIIIICAAAAH!" I sang, as we ran into each others arms. Bi-standards looked at us like we were mad, but we didn't care. We were used to it. We have been running to each other ever since I first met him. You see, Micah is my neighbor. On the very fisrt day of school I over slept and ended up missing the bus to school. That in turn, forced me to run to school. On the jog to school I ran into Micah. I have a history of running into people, apparently. Ever since that day Micah and I have ran into each others arms. He dramatically kissed both of my cheeks making a loud smacking sounds, before grabbing my hanf.
"Oh, how I've missed you darling!"
"I know! I haven't seen you since lunch!" I replied sarcastically.
"Well negitive Nancy. I actually have been dreading having to come out here and pretend like i actually enhoy your company!" He shot back. I slapped him in the arm playfully, to which he responded by gasping and holding his heart like he had been shot. "THE BEAST STRIKES AGAIN!!" he screamed as he cowered down from me like an abused animal. His show had caused a group of girls to look in our direction.
"Micah, shut up and lets go. We've got to get ready for work and my glasses are starting to fog up!" I growled at him, yanking him in the direction og our apartment building.
Once we arrived home Micah went to his house and told me that "You better be out and waiting for me in the hallway or else. 10 minutes." I knew that he was just kidding but I still rushed through my pre-work routine. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth in nearly 3 minutes. I applied a fresh layer of chapstick and grabbed my hat for work. I was out of the door in less than 5 minutes. Triumphantly I walked out only to find Micah already standing in the hallway.
"You lose. Again." He smerked.
"I don't understand, how are you so bloody fast!?" I squealed.
"A magician NEVER reveals his secrets!" he said as he bowed, clearly proud of himself.
"Come on Mic, Lets get going. Don't want to be late to work, You're training the newbie today!" I laughed. Micah always had to train the new people at our work. He took pride in showing everyone how to bake and such. We work at the Ouh La! Bakery , it means "Oh Wow! Bakery" The owner is really funny. Her name is Rosa and she's French, so everything she pronounces sounds adorable, or angry, which ever way you wanted to look at it. I could tell by Micahs face that he was excited. He loved meeting new people.
"Oh please!!! No one is ever going to compare to me, I have no idea why Rosa even bothers hirering new people." He said, talking with his hands. We turned the corner onto North Street and noticed that the bakery was packed. It was pretty popular for a small bussiness. We hurried towards the door and shoved our way to the back. We noticed Rosa working the register. Micah walked over to her and talked for a few minutes before returning.
"The day I have to train someone is the day that hag decides to start selling a new cake. I don't get payed enough for this." he winned. "Oh and she said that the new guy is in the back. " Oh, so it was a guy. Yay! The only guy that worked here was Micah. and well.... ew. We walked into the back of the store to see someone with a chef hat on. I stopped dead in my tracts, I tried to recover before either boy had noticed me being weird. it was HIM! The dreamy eyed boy from school! Micah eyed me, probably figuring out the reasoning behind me stalling coming into the kitchen. We all stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. The new guy slowly reached up and pulled the chef hat off his head, causing some of his curls to tangle. Micah cleared his throat before he spoke, " Uhhum. Well Hello. I'm Micah. And the lovely lady to the right of me is Harper. I'm assuming you are the newbie, unless you are a robber... who likes to come to bakerys to try on their chef hats?" That got a chuckle out of the beautiful eyed stranger.
"Um, no. I'm not a robber. although if I were, a bakery is just the place I would rob. I love cake. My name is Harry By the way." It was the second time I heard his voice. The second time that nothing else seemed to exist except me and him. We locked eyes and he winked. I felt my face heat up and Micah spoke up, obviously taking note of my face.
"All right students, Lets bake!" He cheered as he clapped. Do I really work with my dream boy? Yes, turns out you do, I thought back to myself.
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12/30/12