I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. It was 6:00 AM, the time I usually got up at when I had to go to work.

I worked in a bakery; ma', and pa' had owned this bakery, and when they passed away, they had left me in charge of it. I smiled to myself, I always did. Just thinking about them made me unbelievably happy, even if they weren't here with me. They had taught me everything they knew when it came to pastries. Cakes, muffins, cookies, pies, you name it.

Their specialty was their famous "Crumb on a Plate." It was an apple pie that had an orange tang to it, and I was the only one who knew how to make them, none of my other employee's knew how, it was a family secret.

The shop was called, "Venus Sweets." Yeah, my pa' was a fan of the planet, he was always talking about it. That Venus was Earth's loveable twin sister, so when he named his bakery he said, "We'll call it after Venus, because she's the Roman goddess of Love, so it'll be like 'Love Sweets,' okay Abigail?" and my grandma said she rolled her eyes at him when he told her that.

Ma' always told me stories about herself back in the day when we would bake in our small kitchen. There were times where she would run out of stories to tell, and she would just tell them again. She used to say, "No matter how many times someone has told you a story, when they ask if you have heard it already, say no. You should see the smiles it brings to their faces when they tell it to you the third time," and I would nod, and roll the dough.

Oh, and it was called "Crumb on a Plate," because it looked like a someone had picked up cake crumb, made it a hundred times bigger, filled it with apples, slapped whipped cream on the top, and topped it off with an orange slice.

I slipped into the shower, and scrubbed myself good, seeing as I had fallen asleep yesterday without showering. Once I was done, I went into my room, and looked into the mirror I had.

Brown wavy hair, on the verge of curling into "curly fries" as my ma' would say, light brown eyes, and slightly pink lips. I wasn't pale, but I wasn't tan, I was in the middle. I had wide hips, my waist smaller than my hips, and well my chest, a bothersome bunch.

I looked at my hips, and traced the faint stretch marks from my adolescence. I smiled, and rolled my eyes at myself, I was such a chubby kid. I had a small tummy, that protruded slightly over my black jeans. Grabbing a black long sleeve, and pulling it over my head I tucked the ends into my jeans. Slipped on some blue socks, and then my black Converse high-tops.

There was a knock on my door, about three of them, and a shout, "Mary! I'm gonna' head into town, with my friends! I'm going to leave my car outside, since ol' Prime is giving me a lift. Oh shit!" There was an awkward silence."Uh, we'll be back later!"

I hummed a tune, only catching fragments of what Sam yelled out, something about heading into town, and leaving his car behind.

The kitchen was clean. The cupboard held my favorite cup that had black stripes on its white coating, and I filled it with milk. I made some eggs, and ate my small breakfast. After brushing my teeth, I grabbed my keys, and my shoulder bag, and headed outside.

I was locking the door from outside when I heard some music blast from behind, causing me to jump, and hit my head on the door's wind chimes.

"Holy shit!"

"Pretty womaaan-"

"-What the hell?" I turned around, to yell at Sam, but I only saw the yellow Camaro from last night. Wait...he left about thirty minutes ago, he still can't be here, can he? I walked down the three steps of my porch, and walked closer to the car, the music still blaring.

"-walking down the streeeet. Pretty womaaan."

There was no one in the car. "Sam, you boob, you left your keys in the ignition." I looked inside, and gawked at the leather seats. "Damn, I don't know anything about cars, but that look so cool, a lot better than mine."

It was true, my ma' and pa' didn't have any cars. We only had bikes back when I was sixteen, and had started working in the bakery with my parents. And I had only bought my rusty old Toyota truck three years after getting a license, yeah my parents were weird.

"...the kind I like to meeet. Pretty womaaan."

He won't get mad at me for saving his car's battery, right?

I should get my car out first though... I walked onto the dirt path that lead into my backyard, and got my keys out from my pocket, and unlocked my car.

"Pretty womaaan, don't walk awaaay..."

I was greeted with the smell of cookies(Before Sam came, I had gone out delivering orders from 1 to 4 in the afternoon[Thursdays were deliver days]). The engine started up, slow, sputtering black clouds of smoke, but I shrugged it off because it always did this. I shifted the into reverse, and pulled out into the front, curving onto the grass not wanting to hit Sam's expensive-looking car. The music was still on.

"But wait, what do I seee?"

I sighed, and parked the car, opening the old black rusty door.

"Is she walking back to me? Yeah she's walking back to me."

I opened the door to the yellow Camaro, and leaned over the steering wheel to get the keys. The car felt unusually warm, as if had been on for hours.

"Ooooh, ooooh."

I grabbed the keys, pulled them out, but before the song ended, I sung "Pretty woman!" along with the radio, I laughed.

I stuffed the keys into my pocket, planning on giving them to Sam when he got back from town, or maybe if I saw him there, I would be able to give them to him.

Revving up the engine, my car made some kind of noises similar to a dying dog, and refused to start after that. "Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh crap, crap, crap."

You stupid car! Turn on already, you were working just fine yesterday! Don't die on me, I have to get to work, and open the shop so Cindy, Melanie, Hector, and Anthony can get in!

I slumped on the steering wheel, and put my hands in my pockets to keep from pulling my hair out. I felt Sam's keys. I looked at the window to my right, and stared at the Camaro, then down at the keys.

I feel like a car burglar!

I pressed the lock button on the Camaro's key ring, and it beeped it response. I stared at it, a worried look on my face.

No one was here yet, good.

"Oh God, Sam's gunna' kill me."

Inside the bakery I switched on the lights, and took the blankets off of the containers that held all the sweets. I inspected the sweets, and decided that the breads still had a good two days before they became rocks, the cookies were left untouched because they had at least a week left.

"Mary!"

"Anthony, good morning!"

I smiled at the older man, his white mustache covered his smile, and his eyebrows sort of drooped over his eyes, he reminded me of my pa' except, Anthony was hairier. I stopped myself from giggling.

"Always the first one here, I'm a loyal one Mary, so don't go firing me." He wagged his finger at me, almost like he was scolding me. He said this every Friday. He went into the back, and came back with his uniform; the apron he wore had "Venus Sweets," embroidered on the front, and was above mini solar system, only the solar system wasn't made of planets, they were mini cupcakes. The Sun was on the far left of the apron(the big yellow cupcake), then the tiny red cupcake(Mercury), then Venus(the navy blue cupcake), Earth(the green cupcake), Mars(the orange cupcake), Jupiter(the purple cupcake), Saturn(the brown cupcake with a donut around it), Uranus(the pink cupcake), Neptune(the gray cupcake), and because Pluto wasn't a planet, but a giant shard of ice, I made Pluto a snowflake.

And let me tell you these aprons did not come cheap, I practically saved up a year's earnings, and with my employees making a generous donation, I had finally had enough to buy seven.

Anthony slipped on his simple white cap that ever employee wore, and started to sweep the floor.

"Anthony, that's what I pay Hector for!" I grasped the broom that was still in his hands. "C'mon Anthony, we need you at the cash register!"

He rolled his old eyes at me, "Kiddy, I'm not a twig, I'm a perfectly-"

"-Yo, Mary!" The door swung open, and in came Hector.

Speak of the devil.

"Anthony, the man of your dreams has arrived!" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. "No? Not today? Okay. By the way Mary, nice car."

"Boy, don't play with me." Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Get my wife to yank that metal off your face.

Anthony, if you hadn't realized, was gay.

He had dyed his hair a neon blue, and had his lip pierced. His hair was styled into a mohawk type of deal, and he wore a black t-shirt, and red skinny jeans. Hector had multiple bracelets on his left wrist, band bracelets of the concerts he had gone to in the past, as he had told us.

"It's not my car!" I said quickly waving my hands in front of me. "I, uh borrowed it, haha."

"Uh huh, and by that do you mean you stole it?"

"No! I-"

"Because I got a thing for carjackers, if you know what I mean." He commented, suggestively.

Hector was a big flirt, and it was unnerving to discover he got a kick out of flirting with the opposite sex, even if he swung for the other team. But what was more, he had developed a man crush on Anthony. It's hilarious to this day.

I sighed in relief, but stole a look at the Camaro outside.

"Oh Anthony, come on. I know you go weak in the knees for men in shining armor." I elbowed Hector in the ribs playfully, as Hector bowed, changing the subject.

"Oh princess, princess, let me plant a kiss on thy lips!" Hector laughed at Anthony's retreating form.

It was three in the afternoon, and we had yet to see a lack in customers. Even though there were only three of them looking around, there were about two families sitting down at the eating area happily talking to each other, and watching the two TV screens that were mounted on either side of the bakery.

The door's bells clinked.

I turned around, and my brown eyes met with blue ones. The black haired man smiled at me cheerfully, and started to look at the overwhelming shelves of goodies. I smiled warmly at the man, blushing slightly.

What? He was cute.

He was white-skinned, and looked like he took care of himself. He had broad shoulders, and stood tall, with his bright yellow jacket, and loose blue jeans. His face had a childish tinge to it.

"Excuse me!"

I snapped out of my trance. "Yes?"

"Do you guys have a box? Like for left overs'" The father of one of the families asked me, getting up.

"Of course."

"Did you take my car?" Sam asked wildly.

I took a step back, scared of his reaction.

Oh no. Here it comes, he's going to tell me off, and rob me or something. I did steal his car though, no wait, I borrowed it. There's a difference! "N-"

"-Oh thank God!" He exhaled. "I thought he had gotten stolen for real!"

"But-"

"It's alright guys! He's here, he was just with Mary!" He yelled to the cars that were parked on my lawn once again.

It was dark out, and you could see the starts shining brightly in the sky. You could hear the crickets chirping, and the occasional sound of a stray dog barking.

"It's alright Mary, just glad it was just you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Just" me? What the hell does that even mean? Oh, rather someone you met yesterday, and talked to for a bit than a complete stranger right? And why was he telling his friends, they didn't even care enough to step out of the car to greet me! How rude.

But I did kind of steal his car today.

So I guess that I don't deserve a "Hi," yet.