Urgh! I hate writing kiss scenes. People who know me know how much they frickin piss me off and annoy the shit out of me. Because they're so hard to write! Absolutely hate them. And then they always come out sounding like a syrupy, disgusting mess and I hate it. Therefore, apologies for the kiss from the previous chapter LOL.
Anyway, here's the epilogue. Good riddance...
Disclaimer: I do not own I Didn't Do It or any of the characters and am only using them for entertainment.
The store manager frowned, tilting his head in confusion. "So you're telling me that you tried to make a cake, didn't have some of the ingredients, came here near closing to pick up some stuff, got locked in cuz you parked in the back, and then ate popcorn, watched a movie and slept in the camping area of the store?"
"Yeah, just about."
The crowd stared at them. They stared back at the crowd.
"Ah who am I kidding." The manager finally said, chuckling. "You can't make this type of crazy shit up."
"We'll pay for everything we used, sir." Jasmine added, slipping on her heels and fixing her bun to make it more presentable.
He waved them off, "Don't worry about it. It's been a long time since anything exciting happened in this store."
Logan finished rearranging his clothes, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
"Thank you so much, sir!"
"Alright you crazy kids. You guys go on and get out of here. You've got a cake to make I believe. And a relationship to nurture if I'm not mistaken."
"We will!"
They picked up what they needed for making the cake and headed back to the register to pay for it.
"Oh shit…" Logan murmured.
"What's wrong?" Jasmine asked, concern on her features.
"I left the flour and eggs all over the counter!" Logan smacked his hand to his forehead as Jasmine picked up the paid for supplies. "Garrett is probably flipping shits about it as we speak! I bet he's called me seven hundred times! He's gonna kill me."
Jasmine snorted as she slipped her hand in his and they began their walk toward the front entrance, ignoring the questioning and astonished gazes of those who saw them and how rough they looked.
"Hey, Jaz? Can I crash at your place for the rest of the week?"
"Sure, babe." She squeezed his hand, grinning up at him. "Besides, we do have a lot of catching up to do. Two months' worth, I believe."
"That we do." He said softly, kissing her lightly.
They walk out of the store, uninhibited smiles on their faces and hands clasped together swinging in reckless abandon.