The Cupcake King: My Friend

I need an escape from my reality. My headphones are no longer able to drown out the harsh taunting words from everyone, everywhere. I can feels eyes start to line the edges of my eyes as I walk home. No more, I've decided, I can't deal with this torture any more. I needed to escape..& I know exactly how.

I've told my friends what I plan on doing, they seem alright with it. They actually wanted to come with, but I decided against it. I've already been to where I'm going to at least once or twice. They could hardly get to know me without flipping, I can't imagine how they would act with a group of newbies.

I sighed as I sat down in front of the mirror. This was always the tricky part. If I were to get even the slightest word wrong, I could be placed in some other world than what I was trying to aim for. I closed my eyes, then slowly and smoothly, the words flowed out of my mouth.

When I was sure I had said everything correctly, I opened my eyes, to be met with a pair of light blue eyes. I saw the cheeky smile on his face & couldn't help but smile to. Oliver, the man now standing in the mirror, was the only one who could pick my spirit up when it was down this low.

"'Ello poppet," he said bouncing slightly, "What may happen that gives me the pleasure of meeting my artist friend today?" I sighed.

"Stupid freaking kids," I murmured as I pulled my knees to my chest, "They can't stop picking on me." I wiped tears that threatened to spill over my eyes. I felt a hand reach out and touch my knee, trying to calm me.

"Now now poppet, don't cry," he cooed, the rest of his body escaping from the looking glass as he tries to look at me, "You are an amazing girl, & don't let anyone tell you different. In fact, you seem to make everyone's day brighter. I've seen it, especially in Vlad. And he's always a grumpy gill." I couldn't help but giggle at the comment.

That got me thinking. I've never heard this Brit swear, I mean I knew what he ment when he says 'Oh Butterscotch.' but I've never heard him really truthfully swear. Then again, he was a bit off the wall in his world, possibly even in this one. He was insecure about himself and how he looked. Truthfully, he acted more like a girl than a man.

"Oliver," I spoke up, wrecking his train of though, "How come I've never heard you swear?"

"Well, cupcake, you know how much I dislike hearing those words," he stated, "You know I even have a swear jar."

"I know," I whinned, "but I swear your mouth has got to be the most cleanest one I've ever heard." His smile disappeared as his brows crunched town. His eyes swirled pink for a second before dispersing back to all blue.

"I'll have you know I've sworn without a swear jar," he growled slightly. I was a bit surprised at his actions, but decided to question him further.

"When was that," I asked.

"My punk years," he grumbled, looking away, "Worst years of my life." I giggled at the comment, causing him to look up at me & smile, only for us to stop when I saw a flash come from the mirror. I heard him sigh.

"That's my cue to go," he stated, gently cupping my hands before getting up. He turned back to me with a signature smile. That of the Cupcake King, as he emerged himself into the glass once again. When he was through, he turned back to me & waved.

"I'll be giving you a cupcake each day to remind you of how much of a friend you are," he called. I smiled softly as I waved back.

"I'll keep you to that."


Funny thing is, he never breaks his word. I've woken up to a cupcake by my mirror every day after that. They were the best anyone could ever make, and they made me smile. I soon got my friends hooked on them to, but because I only got one a day, I decided that they should meet Oliver as well as all the others.


Oliver was at least happy to see them. He started talking to each of them, offering them a cupcake from his special pink and blue tray. His smile seemed to grow as he talked to each of them, but it soon was replaced with a shocked blush when he came across my friend.

The young Brit told me he had his eye on her for a while, so I thought this was great. Everyone seemed to take it better than I expected. All of my friends seemed to simply adore the colorful Brit, obvious from the hugs they were giving him. I chuckled, knowing that Oliver had found a group that he could fit in now.


He tried to come through, but we pushed him back. We might have accepted him, but we didn't really know how the rest of our world would take him. This happened for a while till suddenly, he stopped showing.

He was gone for three weeks when I found a box filled with a dozen colorful cupcakes. On the top was a note.

~Dear friends,

You guys have accepted me as myself & I'm thankful for that. But there is a group here at home who has done the same. I will still be showing up from time to time, but it'll be hard since I'll be needed here...Hope you like the cupcakes!~

Sincerely

The Cupcake King~

I couldn't help but smile as wide as his, as my friends ate the delicious cakes. I knew this is where I belonged, and I'm extremely gland he found a group who would accept him for who he is. He is still a simple man. One who needs attention and love just like anyone else....Even if he is..

A King.