That Looks Yummy {Cleo & Jamie}

[LIAM HENDERSON]

It was cold outside and crisp. But not just cold, it was getting to that point that if a raincloud so much as sneezed, there was going to be snow. He had only had a few New York winters, but a few had been a few too many. He liked the snow, it could be fun—but at the same time…he got a bit lazy on his wardrobe most of the time, and often got sick. Christmas was spent with a red, stuffy nose and a very doped up Liam. He also tended to suffer from the dreaded ‘man-cold’, which rendered him helpless enough that Nurse Jamie had to help out. Ahh, the life.

Either way, when Liam tried to leave the house in nothing but jeans and his red hoodie—Jamie warned him about the cold. It made Liam hesitate…and he pushed his fingers to his lips and gnawed on the metal ring hooked through. He doubled back to his room, tugging off his shirt to pull on a striped sweater on, followed by his shirt, and finally his favorite red hoodie, zipped up. He even went so far as to pull on his old fingerless gloves, and pull a beanie down around his head. The hood of his hoodie was pulled up around his head, and the amounts of layers he had on managed to make him look a bit…fluffy.

He stepped out of the room, and held his arms out to the side, and turned slowly, showing to Jamie that yes…he bundled up. Happy now? Liam smiled, regardless. “I’m going to go check out this bakery…it’s called Gingey’s. I heard some kids in class talking about it. Apparently they serve up a mean hot cocoa, and they have some killer pastries. You should meet me down there when you like…finish waking up or whatever.” Liam grabbed his wallet off the table, and headed out the door. He could pretty much taste that strawberry shortcake with extra whip-cream and the hot, delicious cocoa.

It took a couple wrong turns, and asking for directions before Liam actually found the place, though. By the time he walked in Gingey’s doors, his nose and cheeks were very pink, and he had a tiny sniffle going on. But it felt nice to be in the warmth of the bakery, and he shuffled right in line. It wasn’t long before he was almost too warm, and he pulled down his hood, and pulled off his beanie and shoved them into his pockets, along with his gloves. As he waited in line, he looked at the goodies behind the glass and he wasn’t exactly too sure what he wanted. He did start thinking about a few to take home for Jamie if his friend didn’t show up. Maybe they could take Gramma Jen out here one day; give her some new confections to try.

When he moved up closer to the ordering area, he noticed the girl in front of him. He had to do a double take, because her hair was just that bright. It was the brightest red hair he’d seem out of a Harry Potter film—and needless to say—it was quite impressive. If it were natural, by the way. He quickly averted his eyes, and went back to looking at the pastries. Even being a short stature of five-foot-four, some people did look at him funny if he was caught staring. Some people didn’t take too kindly to a boy with tattoos crawling up his skin, or a strange haircut. He rubbed his nose, and shoved his hands back in his pockets, and glanced over at the girl again.

What the hell was that she was ordering? What the hell were they handing to her? Why did that delicious confection look like it had been carved out of the host of Jesus Fucking Christ himself? Would it taste as heavenly? Because it sure as hell looked it. And that smell? Eu De Angel. Because that’s what it was. A sugary treat cast straight out of heaven because of its sinfully good looks, and devilish way of charming itself into the stomachs of mere mortals.

But he had to know. He had to know the name of the devil to order it, and cram it into his mouth. He had to know. “Excuse me,” Despite his aching curiosity, Liam’s voice was rather soft, if not a bit monotone. “Uh…Miss?” He tapped the girl’s shoulders, and scrunched his own in, trying to not look scary. “What’s that? I mean…I’m new around here, and it just looks…really, really good. And I was gonna go for the strawberry shortcake and the cookie-dough brownies…but that…”

[/b] Liam’s eyebrows went up glancing at the pastry, “Looks really good.” Suddenly—he felt really rude, and he pulled one hand out from his hoodie, and offered it to her, using his sleeve to cover as many of the tattoos on his hands as he could, “Liam. My name’s Liam. I shoulda done that first, huh?”[/b][/blockquote]

Tags: Dani / Cleo / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: I just love Liam's inner dialouge.
Outfit: FLUFFEH
Song: Candyman by Christina Aguelesdfsdlkfjsdf. Cause I can't spell her lastname. Get over it.

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Last Saturday at Gingey’s Cleo had bought: two cakes, two dozen cookies, eight brownies, a few Danishes for her mother, and a couple of croissants for her grandfather. Any other bakery would’ve thought her crazy but not Gingey’s. No sir. Gingey’s knew Cleo well and they expected large orders from her every Saturday. It was her way of having enough sweets for the rest of the weekend. She couldn’t get through a day without a pastry at least every six hours (as of late, it’d been every four). This Saturday was like every Saturday: she’d received a bit of money from mom and gramps and taken quite a bit of cash out of her everything-else-funds. Since becoming friends with the owner of Gingey’s, the one and only Rhys Sprinter who would forever be a God in her eyes for creating such a wonderful bakery, she got small discounts on the products. (Not to mention the free samples).

The discounts weren’t even that big a deal, a few cents off maybe, but Gingey’s could get pretty pricy – especially when you were ordering in bulk. Still, Cleo wasn’t going to quit on a tradition (albeit a recent one) just because of the steep price. Her guardians liked having pastries to nibble on and she wasn’t going to take that away from them (which was quite a poor attempt at sounding unselfish). Cleo had settled into her favorite seat, gazing out the window as she thought about what she’d order today. The line was a bit too long for her liking so she’d decided to wait about; she wasn’t ready anyway. However, after a few minutes of thinking and browsing Gingey’s menu (which wasn’t necessary, she had the thing memorized), Cleo was ready.

She joined the line, figuring two people wasn’t that big deal. Well, so long as they didn’t go sweets crazy like she was about to. Cleo glanced behind her, hoping there weren’t any testy New Yorkers behind her. The last thing she wanted was to make anybody late. Then again, there was no need to rush when it came to pastries. Cleo noticed a man behind her, quite short and covered in tattoos with messy black hair. Not wanting to stare, Cleo turned back around; that didn’t mean that her curiosity wasn’t gnawing at her. She’d wanted a tattoo lately, something small and cute, but she’d been meaning to do her research.

Finally, it was her turn at the counter. Time to focus. “I’m going to safely assume you know what I’m here for.” She started and the employee (whose name was Hugh according to the tag) nodded. “Good. I’ll have three raspberry Danishes, a dozen gingerbread cookies and a dozen of the snickerdoodles.” Cleo paused, noticing something new in the display cases. “And that—” she said, pointing, “for right now. While you get everything else ready.”” Cleo finished up the order (four cream cheese brownies and three cranberry croissants) and then excitedly reached for the cake.

Just as she’d gotten a hold of it, there was a tap on her shoulder. Cleo turned and looked, careful not to run into anybody with her cake. It was the same man from before and he looked nervous. Was she intimidating? “Oh, this?” Cleo looked to the pretty little slice of heaven. “It’s chiffon cake. I almost never see it here, it’s so popular. Which is saying something because I’ve been going here for years.” She laughed a little. “I’m sure you’d like it, what with ordering the strawberry shortcake. This is strawberry, too. And you should still totally get the cookie dough brownies. They’re my favorite.” Though she couldn’t really pick a favorite pastry, much like she couldn’t pick a favorite Harry Potter book.

“I’m Cleo,” she carefully balanced the plate on one hand and shook Liam’s hand with the other. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Liam.” After that, Cleo stepped out of the way so Liam could make his order. She stood a bit awkwardly beside the display cases, not entirely sure if she should stick around or not.

notes; ugh god i am sorry for this mess of a post
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