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Flour chapter 1

I wipe the flour off my hands onto my black apron as I hear the small bell above the door jingle indicating a customer. I look up from the small loaf I was preparing as Christina approaches the counter holding a bouquet of flowers.

'hey tris' she smiles and places the flowers on the counter. Christina runs the small flourist next door with her now fiancé will she drops off flowers once a week for me in return for free cupcakes, this arrangement has been going since I opened the dauntless bakery about 2 years ago Chris thought my black and red colour scheme was too drab and offered to bring me over flowers to brighten up the place.

'hey Chris, what have you brought me this week?' I start to place her cupcakes into the box two of each of her favourites; cookies and cream with Oreo icing, salted caramel with caramel drizzle and our world-famous dauntless cake with chocolate butter cream. The red roses with baby's breath sit on my counter now in a small vase.

'you should really let me bring you more than one bouquet a week your giving me at least six cupcakes and it hardly feels fair' she sighs and ties a small black bow around the top of the vase.

'want a loaf too? I've got the nut loaf you love so much, and the pan au chocolates have just come out of the oven. I tell you what ill grab the pastries and the loaf for you free of charge you go grab the coffees.' She chuckles and walks out while shaking her head.

"the usual?' she shouts back over her shoulder.

'always' I smile and go to collect the pastries. I see my reflection in the glass of my ovens my long blonde hair is pulled into a high messy bun a few curls have escaped and frame my narrow face, my grey green eyes are large and framed with long straight lashes I'm not pretty my nose is too long and thin however my lips are full and painted red with the lipstick that Chris bought me for Christmas. The small bell above the door jingles again and I shout to Chris 'hey I'll be out in a second just popping this loaf in the oven.'

'yeah no worries' replies a rough voice. Defiantly not Chris. I round the corner a fake look of outrage on my face 'Zeke! You scared the crap out of me' I place my hands on my hips ' we talked about this you're supposed to call first' Zeke smiles widely at me and spreads his arms wide for me to jump into I oblige and smile into his broad shoulders, he picks my diminutive frame off the floor and spins me round,

' I ran into Chris at the coffee shop she said you were giving out free pastries I thought I could snag one before I finish my deliveries' Zeke ran a large delivery company that's how we met he dropped off my first batch of ingredients and we've been close friends ever since. Zeke purchased my first cupcake it's his dollar that sits in the frame on the wall. Zeke pops me back on the floor just as an almost identical face comes through the door.

'can I trade my free pastries for dauntless cupcakes?' Uriah smirks at me.

'who said I was giving out free pastries' I plant my hands back on my hips 'this is a business you know I can't just be fattening you all up for free!' both boys turn to face me with puppy dog eyes. Uh Oh.

'please Trissy!' they whine in unison.

I'm about to break down and say yes when Christ reappears with four coffees, she places them on the nearest table and glares at Zeke and Uri.

'who said I was paying for your coffee?'

Zeke and Uri erupt into giggles and thank Chris with a small peck on the cheek. I walk back to the kitchen and grab 2 more pastries and box up a large dauntless cake for Zeke and Uri. Rounding the corner with a plate full of chocolate pastries and a large black box with red ribbon tied around it their eyes light up. 'this is not for you.' I state bluntly and see Zeke and Uri almost begin to cry. 'this is for your mum I owe her after last weekend.' Zeke and Uri's mum covered for me at the bakery last weekend while I was at a funeral. The thought of the funeral makes my chest ache, Al was so young and friendly no one knew why he did it we just all knew things wouldn't be the same around here without him. A quiet falls over the room as we all collectively remember Al; he ran the gym across the road that Uri worked in as a personal trainer. Chris is the first to break the silence.

'well, my coffee is going cold and I can only leave will with the shop for so long before he completely ruins my inventory system so bring those treats over here hot stuff.' She smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes we all know this whole in our lives won't be filled with pastries, but it doesn't help to try.

'so, Uri, what's going on at the gym?' I ask as we all take seats around the glossy black tables to eat our breakfast.

'new owner bought it this week so that's a relief he should be coming sometime early next week apparently he owns 'the pit' you know that army boot camp style camp about a mile away? I asked drew and peter no one knows what he looks like no one even knows his name apparently they all call him four.'

'Four like the number' Chris askes slightly mockingly.

'yeah he's very mysterious…'

'four?' Zeke askes drawing his dark eyebrows together.

'Yeah how many times his name is four. Yes like the number. No I do…' Zeke cuts off Uri's rant with a small punch to his shoulder.

'you do know him idiot.' He rolls his eyes, 'Uri its four we grew up next to him he moved away when his mum died, how did you seriously not put that together?' Uriah's eyes go wide as he realises his obvious oversight.

' dude you should call him we can have a party for his return' Uri excitedly shouts.

We make small talk while we finish out breakfast around nine o clock I usher Zeke and Uri out before they eat all my profit. I stand behind my counter as a steady stream of customers pour into my bakery a few regulars but mostly tourists. The day passes slowly and I'm just closing down wiping the counter tops and placing the chairs on top of the tables when the bell above the door indicates another customer I turn to apologise and let them know were closed when I see will standing in my open door six small bouquets of roses identical to the larger one on my counter in his hands.

' Chris said these are for you she ordered too many.' He says making small air quotes with his hands and rolling his brown eyes. I smile and take the bouquets off him walking to the till to take out the money for him. He sees what I'm doing and softly shakes his head. ' they're on the house, much like the cakes and bread this morning honestly you need to stop being so generous with those cakes I'll be the size of a house end by the time the wedding rolls around' will jokes I take a $20 and slip it into his top pocket.

'consider this a tip them' he rolls his eyes at me and quickly leaves the shop. I lock up and change in the small apartment over the bakery crossing quickly to the gym across the street. There's an old adage to never trust a slim baker doesn't bother my customers though, I do a quick warm up on the treadmill and on the matts before heading over to the back corner of the gym wrapping my knuckles in tape I start punching the bags that hang from the ceiling, no matter how hard I punch or kick the bag remains static and the stinging of my skin gets worse someone clears their throat behind me I whip round fist raised and see a smirking Christina and marline Shauna and Lynn are off to the side sparring . I drop my fist an give them both an apologetic look Chris just rolls her eyes and pulls something from the pocket of her gym leggings. $20. ' we had an agreement. I give you flowers you give me cake. This!' she thrust the bill at me ' is not cake.' I roll my eyes and bat her hand away.

'Use it to buy cake' marline giggles besides Chris ' you never let me pay and you sent table flowers for me I gave you cake that morning. Anyway will says no more cake for him he's got some sort of wedding coming up.' I hope to distract Chris with the topic of her upcoming wedding.

' that's why I'm here get your ass home changed and to the chasm all of you' she gives me a pointed look knowing I'm the one most likely to refuse. I'm not a big drinker and bars bring back bad memories but for Chris I'll go to a bar and pretend to be happy ill make small talk and smile and dance I owe her that much. Chris has been more than a best friend to me since I loved here she's been more like a sister she never askes complicated questions about why I moved cross country to Chicago on my own at 21 she doesn't ask why my family don't visit and I don't tell her, we have an unspoken understanding that some topics are just off limits.

I sit in the chasm a small cocktail bar in the middle of town. I sit at the bar and swirl the straw in my drink I know Chris will disapprove of my outfit of black jeans an off the shoulder top with corset detailing and red heels, I feel comfortable but dressed up Chris on the other hand favours dresses to jeans and would say my heels are too low I'm just adjusting my curls when she walks in in a small black and green dress and black heels I envy her ability to look so put together after only an hour her caramel coloured skin and dark eyes make everyone in the bar stop and pay attention she could have any guy she wanted to but she only has eyes for will. She crosses to me quickly and orders five cocktails and shots off max the bartender I raise my eyebrows at her but she just smirks and tells me ill need it.

Once everyone arrives we find a small booth at the back of the bar and cram ourselves in Chris begins a long monologue about how she loves us all so much and how we've each changed her life so much how she feels she wouldn't be where she is without us and that she has a very important question to ask. I feel my mouth go dry I have no idea what Chris could possibly need from me maybe she's in trouble she seems to be so full of emotion, what if she's leaving will what if she's got herself into trouble pregnant… my internal rambling is cut off by Chris.

' tris?' she looks me dead in the eyes ' will you be my maid of honour' I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god she's okay, wait. Maid of honour.

'are you sure I'm not the most elegant' I chuckle she just shakes her head and grabs my hand over the table

'of Corse I'm sure who else is going to keep these four in line' as soon as she says this the table erupts into shouts and cheers we genially clink our shot glasses together and toast to Christina and will.