So it's here and I'm so excited to start writing this.

Are you?
It will be slow updates because I'm still working on my short stories. After they are finished, this will be my main priority. The chapter is more of an introduction but it's cute. I will put songs for each chapter for fun :) Enjoy!

Camisado- Panic at the Disco

Chapter 1:

In the epic words of Bruno Mars: 'Today I don't feel like doing anything.' I stayed up all night editing manuscripts, I went to bed around 3:30 am because I just read the office email that the office will be closed today to update our computer system. It's needed, my eyes were so dry. I fell asleep face first and on my stomach. I heard my cell phone ring, I snort and open one eye, waiting for it to go to voicemail. It could be an emergency. It's my mom, it might be so I answer. "Hello?" I clear my scratchy throat.

"Are you still sleeping?" She asks. No mom, I'm crocheting at seven in the morning, I wanted to say but I know how much my mom hates it when I'm sarcastic.

"Yeah, I am," I respond with a yawn.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. Can you do something for me? Can you pick up the cake for Joe?"

"Why can't Rick do it?" I ask of my brother, rubbing my eyes to make sure they stay open.

"Your brother went to the market already for the other things. I need you to get the cake from the bakery."

I sigh, "all right, mom." It's for my nephew, his birthday is coming up soon and mom and dad were throwing it at their house. She already bought so many gifts for her grandchild. I haven't gotten mine for him yet. I need to call my sister later today to ask what he likes.

"And a pinata for the kids."

"I thought I was just getting a cake."

"You are. Plus the pinata, some candy bags and-"

"Whoa, mom, one thing at a time. My car's in the shop."

"You know what? I'll just text it to you." She ends the call before I can get a word out. I slam my head on the pillow with frustration. I wanted to stay in bed until 11.

Shaking my head, I lift myself from my beautiful soft mattress, I rub my eyes trying to wake up a little. Dragging my feet, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. Getting out and dressed in black sweatpants with a three quarter sleeve grey shirt, I unplug my phone and see the text from my mom. She added more stuff like a list:

Pinata

Assorted Candy

Cake

Variety Soda

Rope

Pushpins

Chips variety pack

I groan loudly, why? Can't Rick get these? He still lives at home. I save the list on my notepad app, grab my sneakers, jacket, and purse. I call a lyft service for the day, the app notifying of the driver, Seth will be here in ten minutes. I head out the door and lock it behind me.

***

It took almost 30 minutes to get most of the stuff, now I have to find candles and frosting since mom decided to text me again for more things. I still haven't picked up the cake from the bakery, which is right next to the market. Hopefully, my driver will be patient. I hold all the plastic bags of the items, plus a fireman Sam pinata. It's starting to numb my fingers. I set them down when I enter the car, rubbing them together to get the feeling back.

He drives to the next location: Maria's bakery, I head straight inside and give my mom's name, Renee, to the cashier. The cashier, Patrick on his nametag, tells me it's ten dollars extra for a tip and pick up. I hand him the bill, he pushes his blonde hair away from his eyes and puts the money in the register. Staring and smelling all the delicious treats, it makes my stomach growl. The store is even warm, making me sleepy. I was in such a rush to get here I didn't eat breakfast. I ask the cashier to add two chocolate chip cookies and a vanilla cupcake. He nods, putting them in a brown paper and says in a dull tone, "Seven dollars."

I pay again. He goes to the back for the cake, I lay on the counter resting on my back. Ten minutes later, my mom's first name is called. I look at the 3 layered sprinkled white frosting covered cake. My eyes wide as saucers at the height, what the hell was mom thinking ordering this? "There must be a mistake. A cake for Renee. It's for my nephew."

"Yes, this is it," he responds.

"Is there at least a cart or a stroller for me to carry it?" I ask him pointing to the large cake, I don't want to drop this. He shakes his head, placing the cake on the counter. He goes to the back without another word or expression on his face. Usually, the service here is friendly, I didn't even see Maria, the owner for assistance.

His indifference put me in a mood as I carry it, struggling to level over my face. Hoping I can open the door with my pinky or foot, I hear the ding and walk as quickly as I can. I walk out too fast, tripping on my shoelace I fall face forward on whoever is in front of me. A hard smack sounds as we land on the floor.

"No!" I exclaim, hitting my fist on the floor but I hear a groan under me, a male groan. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" I ask quickly. I don't wait for his reply as I see the cake on the sidewalk still intact. Running to it, shock and excitement filled me. It's still in its shape. "The cake is ok!" I yell at whoever is passing by but no one cared.

"So glad it's ok," the guy says, groaning in pain.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see where I was going, the cake-" I start to stand on my feet to get a good look at him, he's on his feet as well, standing tall. The words of my apology disappear I stare at him: wavy curly short hair, thin pink lips, a muscular body covered in a black jacket and pants. Wow, the Lord has blessed him. His eyes were still closed, wincing from pain, I don't know the color of his eyes. "Did I hurt anywhere?" I ask meekly, standing by the cake so no one will kick or step on it.

"Just my back, but I'll survive," he responds. I hear an English accent. He gives himself a stretch of his lower half, his shirt lifted up slightly and revealed his v lines. I suck in my lips, forcing myself to look up, and he's already staring at me with light hazel eyes. I almost drop from weak knees at him, I stay in my composure.

"Again, I'm really sorry." I crouch on the ground to pick up the cake carefully.

"Ma'am, do you need any help?" The Lyft driver asks when he exits his car.

"I do, thank you so much." I place the cake in front of the passenger seat. He takes the rest of the bags for me, I turn back to hazel eyes. He stretches once more, I see him wince again.

"Do you need medical attention? I have my insurance card-" I ramble on.

"It's fine, I'm fine." He places his hand on my shoulder gently. I tense up, feeling bubbly in my chest.

"Ok. Uh, sorry." He chuckles, showing off his great smile before walking away from me. I stare at him until he disappears turning a corner. Wow. A honk disrupts my drooling trance.

"Ma'am, are you ready to leave?"

I breathe out and say, "yes. Thank you." I enter his car, he drives off from the spot.