Hi guys! So this is going to be a little bit longer seeing as I am going to be taking exams soon, so enjoy! Side note: Willow and Connor switch POVs in this fanfic, and I will (read: try to) tell you guys who is narrating. Enjoy!
When I woke up this morning, I was not expecting to see Connor up so early.
He doesn't like work days.
I was still in my PJs when Ms. Rivers (she's told me to call her whatever but I still forget) came in and woke me up.
"Good Morning sleepy head." She said, opening my curtains to let in the bright light that would soon blind me.
"Morning Ms. Rivers. What's for breakfast?" I yawned really loud right then, so all I caught was waffles.
That woke me up.
She left my room with instructions if I wasn't going to work in the bakery today.
I decided to work at the bakery, so I laid out my clothes then pulled a hoodie over my purple fox t-shirt and black leggings.
Keith and Lance would be up, and the first time Keith saw me wear it, he called me a furry.
Hint: Keith almost ended up with a black eye on my first day in the apartment.
I walked out and met Connor in the hallway.
I yawned and continued on with my day, naturally.
See, back in the Home in Japan, the kids would fight you for food, so it was kind of second nature for me and Connor. Ms. Lily found us and brought us to America, in New York. We never once have seen our parents.
I sat down at the table, listening to Lance beat his brother's butt at Mario Kart 8. I smiled, remembering that Lance and I had once stayed up until one A.M. playing Mario Kart 8.
I shoveled the pancakes piled on my plate into my mouth, trying to hurry before Uncle Liam and Aunt Siobhan came in.
I heard the door to their bedroom open and knew it was too late.
Ms. Lily and Uncle Liam are like siblings.
Well, they have a sibling rivalry. Does that count?
They started bickering, and I started eating faster.
Lance meandered his way over to the seat next to mine and grabbed a piece of bacon off my plate.
"Hey! My bacon!" I tried to grab it, but, in retaliation, he LICKED IT.
"Oops." He grinned a grin that always made me feel a little funny inside. Maybe the whipped cream was out of date?
"How dare you. I was going to eat that." I fake-glared at him to show how serious I was. He seemed to think I was still joking.
"You sure you don't want to play a round before you go to work?"
"Nah. I need time away from you nasty heathens." I slipped out of my chair to go get ready.
You're probably wondering if me and Lance are a thing.
We're not. I'm not sure how he feels about me and vice versa. We are "testing the waters" as some people put it.
I pulled off my PJs and pulled on my work outfit: a pair of tattered jean shorts, dirty white converse, and a white polo shirt reserved for work purposes only.
As you can tell, I'm not very OCD. I'm artistic, creative, and love music.
Connor is my opposite. He's more of a podcasts, I'd-rather-be-studying-than-painting kind of person. However, he does have some cool moments. Like the salty cake customer. I call it, "Connor's little salty cakes." I suggested that Lily could put it on the menu, but she just laughed and walked off.
I ran out of my room and ran into Keith.
He looked at me and then just turned around and just walked away, making a rude gesture you use to summon cabs or make people angry.
I just walked off, grabbing a piece of Lance's bacon on the way out the door.
He yelled after me, but I ran down the steps and almost let our cat, the only thing me and Connor have left of our old home. Her name is Tarot, like the cards that tell the future. I don't remember why though…
I descended the steps into the small bakery. It smelled like sugar and diabetes.
I loved it. Almost as much as I loved books.
I pulled on my apron and began putting out fresh pastries in the display, when I looked up to see Lance standing in front of me.
"Hello?"
"Hey." He said. He looked down at what I was holding.
"No. you can't have any."
"Ugh. Fine. Anyways, my mom said that I have to come help you and Connor today." His eyes sparkled. Was that possible? Was it physically possible for someone to sparkle?
"That's okay, you don't have to help." Connor popped out of thin air behind me and scared both Lance and me to the point where I almost dropped the tray of treats and sweets that took Aunt Carmen three hours to make.
"Jesus Connor! We need to get you a bell." I snapped.
"Yeah! Plus, I'm fine with helping. Keith is going to a friend's, and he told me to come help you guys."
Somehow, I thought it was a trick, but I decided to roll with it.
"Sure. Go ask Aunt Carmen what to do." I began doing what I had earlier, but Lance grabbed the tray and held it for me.
Connor frowned behind me, but I ignored him. I just kept doing my job.
When the bakery finally opened, I took my place at the cash register as the first customer came in.
Something felt off.
The person that came in looked rich but something, maybe intuition, told me he was just posing as a rich person. As he rattled off his order, both of the boys came to come stand by me, trying to look busy. I tried not to roll my eyes. I could handle this myself.
Suddenly, as I was typing in his total in the register, I heard a scuffle.
And right as I turned around, glass from the case exploded. The windows, cake plates, bottles, bowls, EVERYTHING exploded.
And then all chaos ensued.
