Make a Wish

Amy and Steve have been inseparable since college, and are desperate to open up their own designer studio. However, they face problems that make their dream seem so far away and out of reach. Will they overcome these obstacles and fulfil their dream?
Instead of showing the problems they might face during business, I have decided to write a series of short chapters based on how they got there and what they went through to reach their dream.
-My entry into the Beat Girl: Fan Fiction competition :)


4. Breaking Dishes

"You did what?" Steve exclaimed, shocked and hurt at the same time.

I hadn't wanted to tell him, but I couldn't have avoided it. I had rushed through the story, trying to get it over and done with, not that it would make a difference. 

I couldn't look at him in the eye, his face had stayed the same, flawless and still, but his eyes had changed as I had progressed with the story. Now that I had finished, I couldn't bare to see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

"Amy, how could you?" he asked, exasperated. "We've been saving for three years and you're telling me you've lost your share?"

"I didn't lose it!" I didn't know what else to say, I was running out of ways to defend myself. This was a losing battle, and I was far from winning.

I could see the anger build in his eyes as his fists clenched at his sides. Steve rarely got angry, he was the sweet, kind type who'd never lose his composure, that was how I knew I'd seriously pissed him off.

"I trusted you, Amy, I thought we were friends!" Steve yelled, suddenly pacing back and forth in front of the counter. "I thought this was what we were going to do with our lives, this was supposed to be our dream!"

My hands were shaking, I didn't know how to handle the angry side of my best friend. I'd never really seem him like this. I didn't know what he would do next.

And just like that, he swung his arm across the counter, knocking the plates of cookies, the mixing bowls and the ingredients to the ground. They hit the floor with a loud thud, the flour exploding in a cloud of white, the eggs cracking and spilling across the floor and the china plates shattering, tiny shards flying. Worst of all, the many cookies I had baked, were scattered, broken, across the floor.

I stared at the scene, mouth wide open and speechless. All my hard work, destroyed. Nothing hurt more. I guess now I knew how he felt.

"What the hell has happened here?" Emma gasped, as she entered the cafe. Luckily we were empty today, otherwise it would have been pretty unfortunate if customers had seen that...

I froze. How could I explain this to her?

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Amy. You haven't just lost the money, you've lost a friend." Steve growled, before treading on the cookies, squishing them into the floor, and leaving the cafe.

 The door slammed shut behind him.

Emma turned and frowned at me.

"Explain," she demanded, hands on hips.

I told her the story, the same way I had told Steve, avoiding contact with her eyes.

"Oh, Amy," she sighed, shaking her head. "If you were desperate for money, you should have come to me, I could have seen about giving you some more hours."

"Oh, Emma, I'm so sorry, I've ruined everything," tears stung my eyes, I felt miserable. Everything was going wrong and everything seemed so far out of reach.

"Now, Amy, you need to wipe away your tears, put on a brave smile and then we can come up with an idea to raise the money you need."

Emma pulled me into a hug, wiped my tears for me and smiled down at me, showing her laugh lines and the wrinkles under her eyes.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "Everything will be okay."

And for a moment, I believed it.


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