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The Girl who Broke into Her Crush's House: (The Cupcake Thief Triology: Part III)
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Flowerdette licked her dry lips. Perhaps her crush wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed...it crossed her mind in wonder.
"I- when I ... entered through a window ... s-some glass must have hit my legs."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, slowly, still staring at her, and nodded. He moved a few steps closer to her and Flowerdette noticed now that he was about 5'11 tall, quite a few inches taller than her 5'6. He turned to his father, staring at the cheesecake on the fridge and noticing Flowerdette's cake grime covered hand for the first time.
Standing next to her with his torso in her direction and his arms folded, Jonathan enquired: "What is this? What are you doing here, Flowerdette? Some kind of dare? I must admit, some toilet paper caper might have been a little more original."
The cheesecake thief was surprised that he knew her name. "How do you know who I am? Do you...do you have feelings for me, Jonathan?"
Jonathan glanced at her in shock and then quickly snatched his head in the opposite direction. He groaned, schrunching his eyes shut and clenching the teeth slightly.
Flowerdette heard her crush mutter something under his breath that sounded like: "This girl has lost her mind. Get her out of here, Mom."
Liana Harrison placed a hand protectively on her son's shoulder, while simultaneously renewing a stabbing stare at Flowerdette and pushing her closer to the pantry door entrance. "You shouldn't be up this late, my boy. You've got a big test on Monday and you need to be fresh for it."
"As if I don't know. I want some blueberry cheesecake, anyway." Jonathan pulled out his phone as if the conversation was starting to bore him and sat down at the kitchen table, stirring a cup of coffee that stood there. He raised his head tiredly to look at Flowerdette, right eyebrow arched.
"Could you not break into any other house to steal cakes in? Were you planning on carrying the whole thing away? It's rather heavy and we might...
Flowerdette licked her dry lips. Perhaps her crush wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed...it crossed her mind in wonder.
"I- when I ... entered through a window ... s-some glass must have hit my legs."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, slowly, still staring at her, and nodded. He moved a few steps closer to her and Flowerdette noticed now that he was about 5'11 tall, quite a few inches taller than her 5'6. He turned to his father, staring at the cheesecake on the fridge and noticing Flowerdette's cake grime covered hand for the first time.
Standing next to her with his torso in her direction and his arms folded, Jonathan enquired: "What is this? What are you doing here, Flowerdette? Some kind of dare? I must admit, some toilet paper caper might have been a little more original."
The cheesecake thief was surprised that he knew her name. "How do you know who I am? Do you...do you have feelings for me, Jonathan?"
Jonathan glanced at her in shock and then quickly snatched his head in the opposite direction. He groaned, schrunching his eyes shut and clenching the teeth slightly.
Flowerdette heard her crush mutter something under his breath that sounded like: "This girl has lost her mind. Get her out of here, Mom."
Liana Harrison placed a hand protectively on her son's shoulder, while simultaneously renewing a stabbing stare at Flowerdette and pushing her closer to the pantry door entrance. "You shouldn't be up this late, my boy. You've got a big test on Monday and you need to be fresh for it."
"As if I don't know. I want some blueberry cheesecake, anyway." Jonathan pulled out his phone as if the conversation was starting to bore him and sat down at the kitchen table, stirring a cup of coffee that stood there. He raised his head tiredly to look at Flowerdette, right eyebrow arched.
"Could you not break into any other house to steal cakes in? Were you planning on carrying the whole thing away? It's rather heavy and we might...
