Daily Story
This is my three hundredth story. Guys, it's been a hell of a year so far...
It wasn't fair. Olive Snook rolled her eyes at her own thought. It just wasn't fair, dammit. She couldn't help but feel that way.
It was her that had spent the past three years at the pie hole trying her darndest to get the pie maker to notice her.
She remembered how he hated halloween, and she made sure that no trace of the holiday made it into their little bakery.
She knew how he hated exotic fruit, and she made sure that when anything with an unpronounceable name showed up on the counter, she made sure it was gone before he arrived.
She was the one that took care of him, even when he didn't know it. Olive Snook had devoted every day of the past three years to trying to get the dreamy, anxious brunette to notice her.
Then she showed up. Chuck.
Chuck.
Chuck, the girl (for she was a girl, unfortunately.) who decorated for halloween, the girl who made wasteful little single pies out of kumquats, and persimmons.
Yet she'd caught them kissing through plastic wrap more times then she could count.
It was enough to make her spend her evenings alone, crying angry tears.
He couldn't even touch her, but he could touch Olive. He was welcome to touch Olive and he didn't want to. It made her feel repulsive, and ugly. What could possibly be wrong with her, to ask for such rejection?
The worst part was that no matter how she felt, she had to get up and do it all over again the next day.
Because she loved him.
It wasn't fair. Olive Snook rolled her eyes at her own thought. It just wasn't fair, dammit. She couldn't help but feel that way.
It was her that had spent the past three years at the pie hole trying her darndest to get the pie maker to notice her.
She remembered how he hated halloween, and she made sure that no trace of the holiday made it into their little bakery.
She knew how he hated exotic fruit, and she made sure that when anything with an unpronounceable name showed up on the counter, she made sure it was gone before he arrived.
She was the one that took care of him, even when he didn't know it. Olive Snook had devoted every day of the past three years to trying to get the dreamy, anxious brunette to notice her.
Then she showed up. Chuck.
Chuck.
Chuck, the girl (for she was a girl, unfortunately.) who decorated for halloween, the girl who made wasteful little single pies out of kumquats, and persimmons.
Yet she'd caught them kissing through plastic wrap more times then she could count.
It was enough to make her spend her evenings alone, crying angry tears.
He couldn't even touch her, but he could touch Olive. He was welcome to touch Olive and he didn't want to. It made her feel repulsive, and ugly. What could possibly be wrong with her, to ask for such rejection?
The worst part was that no matter how she felt, she had to get up and do it all over again the next day.
Because she loved him.