Chapter Seven: Cookie scouts and sugar cane prawn

When Spike looked at me, I knew what he was thinking. Damn. We communicated by expressions and I signaled to Cinnamon that we were going to talk in another room. Seemingly wary, he nodded. Quite honestly, my mind went blank. All that time spent thinking about that moment and when it finally occured, I couldn’t say a word. ”H..hello, my name is Toffee.” It was the first safe thing I thought of. ”… Toffee? I… It’s Spike. Do you remember me?”  Cue wince. I was hoping that the pain wasn’t showing in my face. It probably was. A brief silence, and we heard a knock. Cinnamon opened the door and came in. Cinnamon looked confused, and slightly excited. He thought we were simply childhood friends. “You know each other already?”  I tried to look unaware of things, and glancing out of the corner of my eye, Spike wasn’t. He looked as uncomfortable as I felt. ”Uh, yeah. You can say that. Spice, I think I’d like to have a private chat, if the both of you don’t mind too much. It was… nice, um, meeting you, Taf—uh, Toffee.” The awkwardness literally hurt. I felt my heart drop. This wasn’t that “what have I done” heart drop. I felt no guilt, he was the one who did something. Thinking about this made me want to slap him in the face right there, regardless of it being my children’s birthday or not. Cinnamon shooting a glance at me snapped me out of my thoughts. “He’s normally a lot more fun. Trust me.” He gave a signature smug little smile, shrugged his shoulders and I left the room, heading downstairs. I found Vanilla. Thinking as one, I knew she would help so I walked over, and she decided to help so she walked over, bringing some delicious, spongy sugar cane prawn in paper plates. She knew Spike, because we all used to hang in one group. Hence, she was pretty intrigued. ”Oh, hohoho,” She chortled with a knowing smile, tilting her head. “If I’m not mistaken, that was Pinehead. That is awkward.” ”I can’t even talk straight, Vanilla. This is a nightmare.” All I was thinking was bleugh, I want to eat my feelings. “Taff, let’s watch TV.” And so we watched tv. “First of all. This is not the end of the worl-“ “No, no. It is. It’s definetly the end of the world.” “Talk to them when they come out of the room, settle things, tell them everything. It’s simple, ok?” “Nilla, you know what I should do? I think I should just tell them everything. Much simpler.” “Bu-” “Hold on Nil this is my favourite bit.” *sigh* “What?” And so we waited. Mingling with the others and eating for comfort, I also had Creme Brulee come up and sit next to me. “Mum?” “Yes, Brulee, what is it?“ “Well.. can I join the Cookie Scouts? Also,” and she lowered her voice to a whisper, “Tiramisu would like to take chess lessons but he doesn’t want to come out while there’s so many people here.” ”Sure. Just call up Girl Cookie Scouts and then- “ She shook her head, furrowed her brow and stopped me, which surprised me. What did she mean? “No, Mum, I want to join the Boy Cookies. Girl Cookies do silly things.” . I wasn’t sure how you signed up your daughter for that. “Well, I’ll see about that, and I’ll check on chess lessons for Tiramisu ok?” She walked away with her hands in her pockets. We heard the footsteps. I mean, I think Nil heard them. It’s not like I was listening. The first thing he looked at was us, then Cinnamon followed behind him. They stood together in conversation at the bottom of the stairs, glancing at us awkwardly. Vanilla nudged me with her knuckles as if she was knocking on a door. I stood up. While difficulty, I lifted each foot one after the other, and took Spike’s arm. Walking up the stairs, I grabbed the doorknob to my room and walked in, searching for somewhere to sit. With no couches, I awkwardly sat on the bed. _____________________________________________ Hayyy guys. I would just like to note several things:

• Yes, I do want to end chapters with a cliff hanger.
• Stay tuned for me telling you guys the url of my new Simblr.
• I lost some cc in the computer transfer soo… people have different hurr and stuff. It’s not a big deal.
• The style of the scene where Toffee and Vanilla talk is inspired by the talking scene in InFamous 2. They just stop the usual chaos of the game, sit down, have a beer, and watch tv. It’s easily one of my favourite game scenes.
• IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THERES SO (MANY OTHER GAMES AND I GOT A NEW COMPUTER AND ITS STILL SLOW BECAUSE OF CC AND I HAD TO TRANSFER MY DATA TO TWO OTHER COMPUTERS AND THAT TOOK AGES AND CHRISTMAS CRAP AND I HAD YEARLY EXAMS BEFORE AND IM SORRY) MUCH STUFF IN THE WAY

Chapter Six: Better homes and– OOH a pool

 

 

 

Indeed, I have taken a month or so to update. I was a little occupied with building the house, which took two gameplay days, completely neglecting the game for a whole week, aaand numerous game problems. Well, here you go.

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The new house! Yes, it took a while, and yes. I had to take out a huge loan. A loan that only could have been paid off by selling the children.

As you can tell, the house is, for the most of it, modern. Here’s the living room!

Spice’s friend Emeral gave him that painting as a wedding present. It’s a promotional artwork from their favourite video game, World of Watermelons.

This is the stunning kitchen. I kept the posters from before, because I just couldn’t part with them, and Spice didn’t really want to get rid of them either.

The nursery is adorable.

Even the laundry room is great. The toilet is kind of an emergency toilet according to the architect, but I don’t see how that makes sense seeing as there are more than enough bathrooms.

Outside was beautifully done, in my favourite shades.

After the wedding, I dwelled on that morning all day.
Spike Pineapple was my boyfriend in high school. He was a rebellious kid, that one guy who all the girls would look at from the corner of their eye and bite their lip, smiling. He only ever looked at me because I was neither a dancer nor a nerd. He said he felt like I was the only one in the entire school who would get him. It never felt like I was just a silly little girl who was twitterpated with the bad guy.
We would sit on the far end of the library and read books together, hiding away from everyone else. When there was soccer practice after school, we’d sit in the distance, watching and making fun of the jocks who were obviously trying to show off. The relationship lasted for several years.

Until I saw him with her.
I was arriving late to the graduation party and I looked up at the mirror on the end of the hallway at my hair. I didn’t normally care about things like that but I decided that my graduation should be special.

I saw in the corner of the mirror, my boyfriend and best friend smooching Lemon, the head dancer that he knew I hated with a passion. She was the one who would sneer at me when I walked down the hallways and mumble something to her clones.

But there they were. I stomped up to them and ranted at Spike for what seemed like forever. Everyone who was previously smiling and dancing looked at us, while Lemon stood there with her jaw dropped and her eyebrows knotted together.
I ran out the door, eyes tearing up and failing to see what was in front of me. I wanted to melt into a puddle. Henceforth began my new relationship with fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches dipped in chocolate. That was a long time before I picked myself up and went to law school.

I didn’t want to tell Spice just yet. I wanted Spice to think about me as the smiling, successful girl who had the secret of happiness, not the sullen, angst filled teenager who got cheated on and ate her feelings. Maybe I would tell him in a few months. Maybe in a few years. It would come up.

In the weeks that the house was being built, Brulee and Tim’s last toddler moments were floating away on sawdust and maple leaves. Halloween passed, and it was a sign that my own children were going trick or treating next year.
We decided to finally have a birthday party, seeing as the twins deserved that. Of course, this had nothing to do with the fact that I really wanted to show off the new house.

Of course, we had to invite both my friends and Cinnamon’s friends, and this did include Spike, who was apparently his best friend. This was when Cinnamon told me how they met.
“He was a little upset after his girlfriend broke up with him. It must have been the only time he ever showed something other than a devil may care, doucheberry attitude!” Wait, he was affected by this? Are you kidding me? I decided I was going to ask him, confront him about it after all these years.

“Well, well, well. Spike. You have some fudging nerv– no that’s mean.. hi Spike, how have you been, I misse– ugh no.  What are you do– If it isn’t Spike Pineapp– why is this so hard.”

Everyone arrived to the party fairly quickly, and I still had seen no sign of Spike anywhere. On the other hand, Cinnamon and I hadn’t seen our friends since the wedding and had time off work to settle in, so it was a bit of a reunion.
“Taffy! It’s Vanilla, or don’t you remember your best friend?”
“Pear and Peach Creamsicle here, Toffee! We bought toys for the kids!”
“Cinnamon, it’s Emeral! I knew you hated it, so I brought shrimp cocktail.”
“Hey, Toffee. It’s Pummelo, I brought mac and cheese, so could you not insult my cooking too much?”

Part of me was just happy the twins could finally take care of themselves, another part of me was the sad mother that didn’t want her kids to grow up. Spice mentioned that we would also be able to think about Brulee’s… condition.

Tiramisu looked eagerly at the cake. He seemed pretty happy to finally be growing up.

 

 

They blew the candles out together. Or rather, Spice did and Tiramisu sprayed all over the cake.

“Tiramisu darling, don’t you think that’s a little big?”
“No, not really.”
“Spice!” “Yeah–” “Smile!”

 

“Both your eyes are literally glowing in this.”

 

Maybe we were picking Brulee as the favourite, but I think it was just to make up for the fact she didn’t have our hair or skin colours.

 

You could see a mark on her neck, the same mark I always saw on Spice’s neck. Maybe we could give her a cure now she was older.

As the ending of the party was starting, I heard another voice from the door. Familiar, yes. Cinnamon responded with:
“You really took your time, didn’t you Spike?”

He walked into the door.

Chapter Five: Here comes the bride

“I can see through it!”

“..WHAT? That’s all? You had all of us worried until the next chapter!”

“What are you talking about?”

… Nothing.

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Our wedding was tomorrow. I was so excited, everything was awesome!

“Look at that dog outside! He’s like a dog me!”

“We should rebuild our house after the wedding!” In fact this was not just pre-wedding ramblings. We’re thinking of doing that with enough money. I mean, our house is basically a square.

The idea is we’re going to go for a light, modern feel. I was reading about houses in Living Sims and I really wanted to go for it! When we talked about it even Spice was really excited. The house plan he showed me had 5 bedrooms in total! That’s enough room for two families!

Our wedding was tomorrow. Finally, after all this I was to be married.

On the morning of our wedding, Cinnamon and I picked up the toddlers and got in the limo. “Now this is a vehicle! Look at this cushioning and can you hear that engine?” You see, Spice picked out the limo since he “apparently “knows a good car”. As for me, I planned everything else like the good bride I am. The venue, the dresses and suits (with the guys approval) and the wedding. And finally, this was it. I was going to get married.

The venue was amazing. It was this huge greenhouse and the temperature inside was kept to a nice warm climate while outside was snowing. You enter through stairs on the outside, then they lead underground and back up into the warm atmosphere of the park.

Holding Brulee while Spice held Cinnamon, we walked into our respective rooms. I was accompanied by my good friends Pear, Grape, and of course Vanilla.  Cinnamon walked in with Tiramisu. I was right before the door when I saw Emeral and Spike pick up Tim’s hand and fist bump him. *sigh* Guys.

“You gave me a makeover and now I’m gonna return the favour. So watch us make you the best bride ever!” That meant hours of preparing in ways I hadn’t even done before. “What is that… wait what are you putting on my fa… hey that went in my mouth!”

After we had finished and the guys were long done, it was time. I was finally going to be married.

I walked down the aisle, accompanied by Vanilla. She was the closest thing to family, after all. I looked at the dresses on the bridesmaids and the suits on the guys. They looked great. And then I looked at my fiancé, smiling and whispering to his best man.

“Welcome, friends and family. We are here to wed Toffee Macaron and Cinnamon Spice in Berry matrimony. A marriage is not just pen on paper and two rings. A marriage is the joining of two souls, souls that were destined to be together from the beginning of time. Souls that have joined in past lifetimes, souls that join in this lifetime, and souls that will join in the lifetimes hereafter. We are here to witness such a beautiful event. Cinnamon Spice, do you take Toffee Macaron to be your partner in life and sharing your path; equal in love, a mirror for your true self, promising to honour and cherish, through good times and bad, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Toffee Macaron, take Cinnamon Spice as your life mate and one true love, promising to share in all that life offers and suffers, to be there for him in times of need, to soothe him in times of pain, and to support him in all endeavours, big and small?”

“I do.”

“The ring symbolizes eternity, without beginning or end. It symbolizes your souls’ love. Exchange the rings.”

“I give you this ring, as I give to you all that I am, and accept from you, all that you are.”

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.”

“By the power vested in me by Berry, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“I guess I’m not Spice anymore, am I?”

“Shh.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you Mr and Mrs Macaron.”

The next moment was a little bit of a daze. I do remember cake. And we danced. Late into the night, we told our friend’s son to take care of the twins and went to our room in the hotel nearby.”

“We’re married now.”
”I know.”

And we had our wedding night.

I woke up, with a memory that was more than a little hazy. Yesterday evening, faces smiling. A kiss, and cake. Faces… friends and family of Spice and I. A yellow haired face? Where have I seen him before?

“Spike?”

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There’s a cliffhanger for you. I’m that nice.

I feel I should include this for everybody as well. I feel it signifies the founder’s reign. Love it, I put effort into it (not really. ok I actually spent like half an hour staring at it please look at it please). 

OK obviously the link just hasn’t worked. Just. Here (damn it photobucket):

Chapter Four: The one where the twins become toddlers and Cinnamon has a bachelor party

That face?

That’s the face of a vampire who knows a cure. I had just gotten up, and Cinnamon told me that he read something about vampires and cures. The thing is we had just gotten used to his being this creature, and now, there’s a way.

The day after this momentous occasion was also the twins birthday. It seemed like such a short time from when they were born! Honestly, I don’t know if I want my babies to grow up. Anyways, let’s do this!

Like we had discussed, no one was there in the nursery but us. The balloons, the cheering, and Tiramisu first, seeing as he was born 5 minutes before, although who’s counting. (I am.)

Naww, look at my preppy little kiddo. The face completes the look, doesn’t it? He’s like a baby Cinnamon!

Then it was little Creme Brulee’s turn. For her birthday, we got her a little teddy, named Green Tea, appropriately.

Oh. She’s precious. And her skin is positively glowing! They have almost completely identical faces! Although neither of them inherited my colouring, and they may have not inherited my features either. I’m thinking the roundness of my lips and the position of Cinnamon’s mouth, and then whoever’s eyes.

Back to the case in hand, she found the teddy. And she loved it! She really loved it. So much that she started to bite it. Furiously.

Cinnamon and I looked at each other. Oh.

“Maybe toddlers can be cured as well.”

“But she was born like this. It’s like Dr. Carrot Cream said, she’s naturally like this. Except now she’s a fudging vampire, Spice.”

“Okay, but don’t swear in front of the kids.”

I decided to pay a little more attention to Cinnamon’s idea. I found that listing on the internet by two people who claimed to be ‘vampire experts’. A little shady, if you ask me.

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Later that night, at Cinnamon’s bachelor party…

I’m getting hitched in two days!  This only means one thing, to celebrate my last night of freedom! Bachelor party, what!

“I am incredibly ready to party my brains out.”

I walked into the door and everyone was already drinking and talking. They all turned to me and shouted.

“Woooo! You’re not trapped in a marriage tonight!”

“Dude we are getting so drunk!”

“Spice!”

“Spike!” We fist-bumped. He may be a total doucheberry, but he’s my bro, always has been.

“What in the Berry… are you wearing?”

“I was going to give this to you before you got married. But now it’s my lady-getting-costume! Dude I swear this pulls in chicks like a magnet! You’re not gonna need it anymore, though.”

“Well, I found someone, Spike. Someone I’m sticking with. So no hideous costumes for me.”

“Whatever, man. Hey, lemme do a drunk speech here.” Go right ahead.

“Hello fellow dudes! We are here to mourn slash celebrate my best buddy getting married! Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, I feel for you Spice. But anyway! Me and my pal met in high school. I just broke up with this chick and was feeling pretty low, and Cinnamon Spice over here picked me up! We’ve been best friends ever since! So Spice, you berryhole, play the drums like we used to, and let’s party!”

And with that I did. And I played very well if I do say so myself.

Although I can’t help but understand why most of the guys were looking at our dancer, courtesy of Spike.

The rest of the night was full of activites that included bubble-blowing, Ms. Mint and juice, and so I believe it shouldn’t be here where Taff can see it. It was… fun, to say the least.

And that concluded my freedom, I was to get married the day after tomorrow!

When I got home, I heard Brulee crying and went over to get her. I also found Toffee looking quite astounded and surprised at something I couldn’t see in front of her.

“Taff? What are you staring at?”

Chapter Three: Weeboos + weddings!

“Well, actually, you have nothing to worry about.”

“So what’s the reason for her skin?”

“Your daughter has a rare condition known as vertophilia. It is not harmful in any way, it simply means that young Brulee produces an excess of bacanin, which turns skin a shade of green. As for her eyes, the colour will naturally shift to whatever it is naturally during the progression to toddlerhood.”

“Is there anyway to turn her skin back to whatever it actually was?” When Cinnamon said this, I wondered what his motive for that was. Was he ashamed, pleased or just curious?

“Well, no. You see, in a way, this is her natural skin. So, no, it cannot change.”

“Well, thank you, Doctor.”

We had entered the hospital confused, and left a bit more enlightened and quite frankly, happier.

“Trust me now? Paranoid jerk.”

“Hahaha yes, I do trust you. I’m going to go to work now. See you this afternoon, OK?”

“Yep. Bye, honey.”

While Cinnamon was out, I got to work planning our wedding. Hopefully, I don’t become a bride-zilla. Okay, maybe I will. It had been a while since he had proposed and I was itching to plan the coolest wedding ever. I was definetly prepared to go a little too crazy.

I found a number of dresses until I found the dress. It was perfection. I got ready to visit the store in town.

“Goodbye sweeties, I’m going to call your babysitter, ok? Mommy is just going out for a bit.”

We had taken to giving Creme Brulee the nickname Green Tea, while Tiramisu was Tim. But I guess Brulee might not appreciate it when she gets older, no matter how adorable we thought it was.

I found the dress store soon enough. I walked through the door and I experienced the smell of teacakes and a fresh, lightly perfumed scent. Classy. I was faced with an orange haired woman before I even saw the store.

“Excuse me miss, I was looking at your online catalogue and I’d like to look for a wedding dress.”

“Certainly miss, if you’ll come around to our wedding dress section.”

The dresses were absoutely gorgeous! I was just going to feel the fabric of a very nice looking dress when…

“Toffee!” That’s a strangely familiar voice. Who..?

I turned around. Behind me was Vanilla-Cream, someone I hadn’t seen for years! We met in high school and best friends. After we graduated, we just stopped contact.

“Vanilla! Long time no see! What are you doing here? You’re getting married?”

“Yes, I am! You are too? Fancy that, the two rebels from high school settling down.” I must admit, I think I twitched at that word a little. I hadn’t been called that for such a long time. Those days were long gone.

“I guess so! You’ve turned out gorgeous, Vanilla, I hate you for that, haha. I’ve got an idea, why don’t we shop together?”

I ended up finding the dress I was looking for, and so did Vanilla. We looked okay, if I do say so myself. We spent the next two hours or so hanging out in the change room drinking champagne.

“We’re going to go to each other’s weddings, OK, Taff?”

“You know what, Vanilla? Why don’t I make you my maid of honour? I couldn’t imagine anyone else but my best friend and partner in crime.”

“Taff… I, yes! Of course! That’s a huge honour! And you should be my maid of honour!” And that added about an hour to the time I spent there.

I payed for the dress, ordered it to arrive the day before, and got home where I found Cinnamon in the nursery.

“It’s going to be their birthday soon. I’m thinking a quiet celebration at home.”

We’re going to do just that.

Chapter Two: Such beautiful… green?

“.. What?”

“I said, you’re going to be a father. See?”

“Oh my.. I’m going to be a father!”

“I’m glad you’re taking it so well.”

“Maybe not well enough..”

“What do you mean?”

“Toffee Macaron, I have felt this way for a while. Now, you are carrying my child. So I think this is a better time than ever to ask you to do me the honour of becoming my wife.”

“Cinnamon, I… Yes! Of course, yes!”

“I bought this ring before I knew you were pregnant, but I believe this is just about perfect timing.”

“Oh the ring is beautiful!”

“See the two hearts, cream and brown? That’s us. I thought it was cool too.”

I hugged him again.

He stayed for the night, just like the first time we met.

Late at night, I woke up with a strong pain. I shook Cinnamon awake.

“The baby is coming! You’ve gotta drive me!”

“So soon? What.. I..” He rubbed his eyes and realised what was happening.

“OkgetyourstuffIneedtostartthecartakedeepbreathsjustwaitpleaseholdon!”

I thought we were going to get stopped by police, but we got to the hospital. After a long and painful labor, I brought twins into the world. First, Tiramisu. He had Cinnamon’s hair and eye colour.

Then, I felt another contraction and a baby girl was born. We named her Creme Brulee.

We didn’t think this would happen, not in a million years.

Creme Brulee had light green skin and dark green eyes…

We walked out of the hospital. Cinnamon took her in his arms. He didn’t say a word.

We sat in the car in silence. When we got out, I foolishly decided to quietly say,

“Babe, twins can’t have two fathers.” He took a breath.

“I don’t know what twins can or can’t have. I know that my daughter does not look like me or her mother. Who else would she take after, Toffee?”

“We’ll ask the doctor in the morning. I swear that I would never do anything like that to you. You have to believe me.”

“Ok. We’ll check it out. But I just.. I don’t know. I’m not angry. Let’s go to bed.”

We waited until morning, with our breaths held. Cinnamon tossed and turned, I felt terrible, even though I know I did nothing wrong. What happened?

Chapter One: “I ship Coffee!”

 

 

 

 

 

(April 13th 2014 NOTE: I sincerely apologize for the quality of the first few chapters. I try to improve from here and please do not take them as up to date examples of my work ;A;)

The next day, my boss called me in. Fudge, what did I do?
“Ms. Macaron, you may be wondering why you’ve been called to my office. I’ve been informed of your work.”
“… Yes, sir?”
“I believe that you have done very well. In the next hour, pack up your desk. Ms. Orange will show you to your new workspace. You are now my assistant, congratulations.”
WHOO! I would have hugged this guy if he wasn’t so scary.
I got out of the hall and again saw a group of people just chatting outside. It was mostly the Cookies, and some others. This is mainly where I met people. But after work I really just introduced myself to heaps of people. There was Candied Apple and TaftLee Cookies, among others. We got along quite well! It’s nice to have a bunch of friends like that.
I said my goodbyes and headed home. I haven’t got a car so I had to walk (taxis are smelly, crowded things) home. I passed three men who started looking and whispering amongst themselves and pointing at me. I walked a little faster and they started following me and whistling. What is their problem? I saw a man who certainly could handle three angry men and immediately walked up to him.

“Honeyyy! There you are! I was just looking for you! I found that restaurant you were talking about, shall we?”
“Wha… *looks back* sure…”
The three men grumbled and walked away.
“Thanks, I had to get rid of them. Bye now!”
“One date and you just walk away? I feel rejected. *pout*”
“Date? I had to get rid of those guys. I’m heading home now.”
“Hey, I can drop you off! How far are you?”
“Just off Maywood Lane. Getting in a car with a handsome stranger isn’t too normal though.”

Ugh, stupid. Berry, Toffee. You’re going to get yourself into trouble if you flirt with strangers like that! Yet he seemed fine.

“Handsome? You flatter me. Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Come on!” He took my hand and led me to his car. I got in and we introduced ourselves.

“My name is Toffee Macaron. I moved about a week ago.”
“Well I’m Spice. Cinnamon Spice.”
We arrived at my house and I decided to invite him in. Anyway, he’s certainly a lot sweeter than previously mentioned three men. We had dinner together and he left late. What a way to meet a guy!

I met some more people. Like Juicie Grape and her daughter. I gave them makeovers too! Yeah, Juicie had that rebellious tattoo from her younger years. In fact, she kinda reminds me of a younger Toffee!
Cinnamon and I started hanging out more, so after I got a promotion I decided to invite Cinnamon over. When he came, something was different about him. He had different skin, and his eyes were brighter… and his teeth?

“Hey Spice?”
“What’s up?”
“I know this is stupid… but are you a vampire?”
“That’s ridiculous, Taff.”
“Oh.”
“Ok I am. I got attacked, but it was kind of cool!”
“Spice, what the Berry were you doing?! Did you faint in an alleyway or something? Should I be worried? Are you okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine. Jeez, Taff. You’d think I was bitten by a vampire or something! Ba-dum-tss!”
“Sigh. I guess I’m glad you’re okay.”
After work one day, Pummelo invited me to a party. I eventually slept over and we played Cream of Duty. Pummelo and I went into a room and chatted. He was flirting! After everyone said he was with Candy Corn. I realised; I do like Cinnamon, a lot actually. And I really think that it could go a step further.
The next few days I bought a sculpting station and starting practising.

I kind of have a thing for pajamas, and look at these ones I wore the other day. I love them.

I was eating some cereal when my phone rang.
“Councilwoman Toffee Macaron speaking.”
“Taff you big shot. It’s Cinnamon. I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day? I kinda wanted to see the fair, and I thought of you.”

Awesome. “Sure! Meet in 10?”
“It’s a date! I mean, not in a literal sense, like in a metaphori… not really, it’s just a little thing, you kno… Yeah sure. Ok, just see you later.”

When I arrived, Cinnamon was all fidgety.

“Oh, hey Taff. I’ve been meaning to ask you something… I’ve been thinki–”

Then rain starting pouring down on us!

Cinnamon and I got to my place and rushed inside.

“So, what did you wanna say?”
“Don’t worry about that now. Say, it’s cold. It’s scientifically proven you’ll be warmer if you get closer right now.”

“I would like that.”

“Spice, let’s be a couple.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Then, well.

And after, we just fell asleep.

In the morning, Cinnamon’s vampire needs were starting to scare me a little.

“Hey Spice, are you okay with being a vampire?”
“Honestly? It’s not all sparkles and sunshine. In fact, no sunshine allowed. I’m a vampire. And, at any time I could kill you if I get seriously thirsty.”
“Well, I was thinking, what if we consult some scientists.”
“What if they do experiments and stuff. Will they even fix it?”
“I dunno. We can try.”
“As soon as possible, preferably. Coz you know. It’s yucky.”
“You’re immature. I lub you.”

After Cinnamon left, I went to work. I like my new job. After I came home, I was suddenly incredibly sick. I ran to the toilet, but too late.

The mess is too disgusting to be seen.

Oh berry, what was I gonna tell Cinnamon?

Introduction!

Hello! If you’ve stumbled onto this blog by some strange accident you obviously know this is a Berry Sweet rainbowcy, and it is my first as well. I guess I can be known as Pandah and I’m super excited to start posting the story of the Macarons. By the way, a macaron is the French dessert of two meringues with ganache or something similar in the middle. A macaroon is a coconut biscuit. Not that that has anything to do with the story… I’m going off topic! I was very inspired by Berry’s Splash of Color and I did write a simple personal legacy for fun, so I do understand the whole legacy thing. I’m going to post chapters soon, starting with our founder, Toffee Macaron!

My colour scheme goes as such:

White (Like a vanilla cake flavour)

Brown

Yellow

Orange

Red

Pink

Purple

Indigo

Blue

Green

And a surprise colour!

Here’s our founder:

She’s very bubbly, which is gonna be fun!

If you see this (out of the 2 people who have just read this c:) it wouldn’t hurt to tell your friends, right!?

Thanks for reading and bye!