I Don't Understand
What On Earth Is His Problem?
Saturday, 7/04/09
I was in my room, after showering and changing. It was just after breakfast, and we would be having some people over after dinner to celebrate Lillian's birth. Damian and the guys were in the yard setting up for campfire snacks and backyard fireworks. We might even caravan to a real fireworks show. I got up from my bed and checked myself in the mirror before heading down.
I caught Sunshine and Luna, setting them up for a walk, than ran downstairs to where Dad was working. "Dad, it's okay if I walk into town?" He looked up at me, than nodded and went back to work. I caught the puppies again and headed out the front door and walked down the driveway, laughing to myself when I heard Louis scream from the back. Real manly, Tomlinson. Real manly.
I stopped in front of the little bakery, just now noticing it's name. "Daisy Cakes" I decided I should spend more time here. I tied the pompoms to a bike rack again, and walked inside, smiling to myself at the bell's dainty ring. A graying lady came out of the back, still laughing from something that must have happened back there. "Good morning, Lovely! My name's Dorothy. How can I help you?" She was very small, probably in her early sixties, and there were lines by her eyes from a lifetime of too much smiling. She had her hair up in a twist and wore a powder blue blouse and pleated white skirt, with a floury apron thrown over top. Honestly she looked completely adorable. "Hi! My name's Daisy. Is Misty here today?" She smiled, but looked surprised "Yes, She's in the back. I'll get her." I nodded, smiling, and sat down in a nearby chair. I still love the blue white and yellow decor. Misty came from a door outside the counter and smiled a huge grin when she saw me. "Hi Angelina! How are you?" I hugged her. "I am well! When do you get off?" "Oh I'm not on today. I was here for a while helping my dear Bet. She forgot how to use the torch, and I don't live far. I've just been helping out with randoms things since than. She said a girl by the name of Daisy was here, and I never would have guessed you! Umm... Can I get you anything?" She walked up behind the counter, and I looked into the display case. Hmmm... "What's your favorite thing here?" Her eyes twinkled "Something I kind of discovered myself, and we don't sell them unless specifically ordered. They're like cream puffs, but baked extra large in cupcake molds, and under special conditions. Than I fill them with strawberry cream through a small hole in the top, drizzle melted chocolate over them, and once it's hardened, I squeeze some peanut butter whipped cream on top." WOW. I have never heard of that. "What do you call it?" "I call it Starberry peanut." " Not Strawberry? Starberry?" She nodded. "Help me make a batch?"
Half and hour later I was walking the dogs home, arm-in-arm with Misty as we ate our Starberry Peanut cupcakes. Honestly, I don't know anybody here all that well at all, excepting Harry. But they've all made me feel so at home, I've begun to question if I haven't known them forever. We arrived at my driveway and I wiped my hands off on my shorts. I walked through the outside gate and unhooked the dogs, than threw the leashes on the porch and shared a look with Misty. Standing right in front of me were six guys all dressed up for the fourth of July, looking very ridiculous and very pleased of themselves. Damian and Harry were wearing matching Sharpie-d T-shirts that said "Happy Birthday, America", but Damian was wearing a patriotic Lovebug headband, and Harry was wearing US Flag boxers OVER his jeans... What... Louis was wearing a red white 'n blue afro wig as well as a blue clown nose with white stars on it. Liam was wearing a stars and stripes Doctor Seuss hat with a white t-shirt, black skinnies, and suspenders. Zayn had brushed his hair up in a quiff and bleached a thick stripe in the front, which was chalked to look like our flag. And Niall... was wearing White pants, a white shirt, a white snapback, and a white hoodie. Alrighty than. First, white? Second, A hoodie? This is July... I began to think... Aren't these boys British? Wait. How are they British, anyhow... Whatever. Niall spotted us first. "Oh Angelina, can you help? I have fabric paint in red and blue, and I wanted to put handprints all over my outfit." He winked playfully. Oh Niall... "Not while you're wearing it!" I laughed. Niall pretended to pout, than went inside to change. Misty went over to Liam, and they laughed about his outfit a little. I went inside to find Niall, and we set up his clothes on the kitchen floor. What we ended up doing was stuffing his clothes with newspaper, and he would hold them up while I printed blue with my left hand and red with my right hand. I was working on the hoodie, which he put on and zipped up, instead on stuffing it. It was the last piece, and everything else was hung from a line in the basement. Turns out I had completely missed over the door to the laundry room, which makes me feel very silly seeing as I had used the laundry shoot. I painted my hands and started printing on his head, than got more paint and did his shoulders and arms. I got more paint and did his back, and once more got more paint and started doing his chest. I tried not to notice how strong he felt even underneath the sweatshirt. "Angelina Damian was just looking for you because..." It was Harry. He examined the scene before him and his face tuned red. His jaw clenched and unclenched several times before he quietly left the room angrily. What the heck? What on earth is his problem... Seriously every time I'm around Niall... Oh. Niall. Umm... I finished up his hoodie and he slipped it on a hanger. He thanked me, but I just rushed up to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Does Harry... Fancy me? What about Niall? We flirt with each other so he at least finds me attractive, But Harry? Oh my goodness. Colton...
I was in my room, after showering and changing. It was just after breakfast, and we would be having some people over after dinner to celebrate Lillian's birth. Damian and the guys were in the yard setting up for campfire snacks and backyard fireworks. We might even caravan to a real fireworks show. I got up from my bed and checked myself in the mirror before heading down.
I caught Sunshine and Luna, setting them up for a walk, than ran downstairs to where Dad was working. "Dad, it's okay if I walk into town?" He looked up at me, than nodded and went back to work. I caught the puppies again and headed out the front door and walked down the driveway, laughing to myself when I heard Louis scream from the back. Real manly, Tomlinson. Real manly.
I stopped in front of the little bakery, just now noticing it's name. "Daisy Cakes" I decided I should spend more time here. I tied the pompoms to a bike rack again, and walked inside, smiling to myself at the bell's dainty ring. A graying lady came out of the back, still laughing from something that must have happened back there. "Good morning, Lovely! My name's Dorothy. How can I help you?" She was very small, probably in her early sixties, and there were lines by her eyes from a lifetime of too much smiling. She had her hair up in a twist and wore a powder blue blouse and pleated white skirt, with a floury apron thrown over top. Honestly she looked completely adorable. "Hi! My name's Daisy. Is Misty here today?" She smiled, but looked surprised "Yes, She's in the back. I'll get her." I nodded, smiling, and sat down in a nearby chair. I still love the blue white and yellow decor. Misty came from a door outside the counter and smiled a huge grin when she saw me. "Hi Angelina! How are you?" I hugged her. "I am well! When do you get off?" "Oh I'm not on today. I was here for a while helping my dear Bet. She forgot how to use the torch, and I don't live far. I've just been helping out with randoms things since than. She said a girl by the name of Daisy was here, and I never would have guessed you! Umm... Can I get you anything?" She walked up behind the counter, and I looked into the display case. Hmmm... "What's your favorite thing here?" Her eyes twinkled "Something I kind of discovered myself, and we don't sell them unless specifically ordered. They're like cream puffs, but baked extra large in cupcake molds, and under special conditions. Than I fill them with strawberry cream through a small hole in the top, drizzle melted chocolate over them, and once it's hardened, I squeeze some peanut butter whipped cream on top." WOW. I have never heard of that. "What do you call it?" "I call it Starberry peanut." " Not Strawberry? Starberry?" She nodded. "Help me make a batch?"
Half and hour later I was walking the dogs home, arm-in-arm with Misty as we ate our Starberry Peanut cupcakes. Honestly, I don't know anybody here all that well at all, excepting Harry. But they've all made me feel so at home, I've begun to question if I haven't known them forever. We arrived at my driveway and I wiped my hands off on my shorts. I walked through the outside gate and unhooked the dogs, than threw the leashes on the porch and shared a look with Misty. Standing right in front of me were six guys all dressed up for the fourth of July, looking very ridiculous and very pleased of themselves. Damian and Harry were wearing matching Sharpie-d T-shirts that said "Happy Birthday, America", but Damian was wearing a patriotic Lovebug headband, and Harry was wearing US Flag boxers OVER his jeans... What... Louis was wearing a red white 'n blue afro wig as well as a blue clown nose with white stars on it. Liam was wearing a stars and stripes Doctor Seuss hat with a white t-shirt, black skinnies, and suspenders. Zayn had brushed his hair up in a quiff and bleached a thick stripe in the front, which was chalked to look like our flag. And Niall... was wearing White pants, a white shirt, a white snapback, and a white hoodie. Alrighty than. First, white? Second, A hoodie? This is July... I began to think... Aren't these boys British? Wait. How are they British, anyhow... Whatever. Niall spotted us first. "Oh Angelina, can you help? I have fabric paint in red and blue, and I wanted to put handprints all over my outfit." He winked playfully. Oh Niall... "Not while you're wearing it!" I laughed. Niall pretended to pout, than went inside to change. Misty went over to Liam, and they laughed about his outfit a little. I went inside to find Niall, and we set up his clothes on the kitchen floor. What we ended up doing was stuffing his clothes with newspaper, and he would hold them up while I printed blue with my left hand and red with my right hand. I was working on the hoodie, which he put on and zipped up, instead on stuffing it. It was the last piece, and everything else was hung from a line in the basement. Turns out I had completely missed over the door to the laundry room, which makes me feel very silly seeing as I had used the laundry shoot. I painted my hands and started printing on his head, than got more paint and did his shoulders and arms. I got more paint and did his back, and once more got more paint and started doing his chest. I tried not to notice how strong he felt even underneath the sweatshirt. "Angelina Damian was just looking for you because..." It was Harry. He examined the scene before him and his face tuned red. His jaw clenched and unclenched several times before he quietly left the room angrily. What the heck? What on earth is his problem... Seriously every time I'm around Niall... Oh. Niall. Umm... I finished up his hoodie and he slipped it on a hanger. He thanked me, but I just rushed up to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Does Harry... Fancy me? What about Niall? We flirt with each other so he at least finds me attractive, But Harry? Oh my goodness. Colton...
Notes
So much drama today. and it's kind of a short one. I'm sorry.
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