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I was walking down the street, coffee in hand, phone in the other. I was trying to find my friends new apartment to help her move in. Where the hell is it?

My phone buzzed,
Janet: Hey, we're almost done so we really don't need you anymore

Me: Oh, ok then we're still on for tomorrow Right?

Janet: Sorry, I'll be busy

Me:Ok that's fine

I fucked up another friendship, great...

I sighed, since I'm already out, might as well walk around...

I don't really get to go out much, I'm mostly stuck in my little apartment writing all day.

Wow there's a lot of new stores here, I really haven't been out in a while... there's a florist here now, cool...

I walked up to the little green building, windows covered in beautiful colorful flowers. I slid my phone into my pocket and threw away my finished coffee as I walked in. There was a man with pretty yellow hair, circular glasses, in an apron with a striped long sleeve paired with jeans and converse.

The shop was small, flowers lined the walls and covered the displays around the room. They were all very pretty and smelled lovely. He was talking to a customer so I just looked around.

"...Mr. Joseph, your wife will love the red carnations, I promise you. Have a good rest of your day, take care." He finished talking with the customer, as soon as they walked out he looked up at me. He's cute...

"Oh, hi I'm Gerard can I help you?" He walked towards me.

"I don't know much about flowers, why don't you tell me something about them, flower boy?" I told him looking into his pretty hazel eyes. He smiled.

"Ah, well the flowers behind you are pansy violets..." He reached a hand passed me, delicately touching the flower, I turned around and copied his motions, "...the pansy earned its name from the French name, pensée, or thought. It was imported into the Late Middle English as a name of viola around mid- 15th century, it was regarded as a symbol of remembrance."

"Wow, they're pretty." I said, still weaving my hand in and out of each flower in the bunch.

"Oh, and these..." He walked to a bunch of flowers next to the pansies, "...red carnations, they symbolize love, and pride..." I walked over to him, "...and, they're half off." He smiled at me.

"Yeah? Well I might get a few then." I smiled back at him. He's really cute...

"Great!" He grabbed a few, walked to the counter, and wrapped them up. I walked over, setting both my hands on the counter, "So um, here's a little booklet on how to take care of them," He slid the booklet across the counter to me, "And that'll be ten dollars and fifty cents." He ran a hand through his yellow hair as I pulled out my wallet from my pocket.

I handed him the money and he handed me the flowers, "I hope to see you again, sugar." He smiled warmly.

"Yeah, me too." I returned the smile and began to walk out.

"Wait, I never got your name!" He called out after me.

"That's cause I didn't give it!" I called back, walking out the door, and down the street to my car.

As I got into the driver seat, I set the flowers in the passenger seat and set my head against the steering wheel. All I could think about was Gerard, I've known this man for what? Five? Ten minutes? And he's already taken over my mind... this is why I don't go out...

I sat up, fastened my seatbelt, and drove off. I got to my tiny mess of an apartment, setting the flowers on the coffee table, and took a seat on the couch. I sighed, looking up at the plain ceiling.

What am I going to do with myself? Flower boy has taken control of my head, ughhhh...

I glanced down at the carnations. They're pretty... I should put them in water...

I got up and saw the booklet on the table, I should take a look, don't wanna fuck it up...

I picked it up, quickly scanning through the small pages. As I scanned the last page, the bottom had a little note written in pen.

These are my favorite flowers, they're the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and then you walked into my shop, kicking them off that pedestal haha. We should get food together or something, I'd love to see you again- Flower Boy :)

I smiled, he left his number at the bottom. Wow didn't expect that...

I set the note down and put the carnations in a random vase. I couldn't stop smiling, after about ten minutes I finally calmed myself down, ran to my writing desk, and continued the story I was working on.

I woke up at around 8am, still in my clothes from yesterday since I fell asleep at my desk. Fuck why does this always happen??

I sat up and ran a hand through my h/c hair. I got up and changed into a fresh set of clothes, nothing too fancy just a random band tee and jeans. I walked out to the kitchen where I had set my carnations. They really are beautiful...

I smiled thinking about the events of yesterday. I should text him...

I made myself a bowl of cereal and grabbed my phone. The booklet was already sitting next to the flowers. I typed in his number, putting his name as flower boy.

Me: hey flower boy, it's carnations girl from yesterday

I hesitated at first to send it, I have to do this...

I hit send and waited for a reply. About two minutes later, my phone buzzed,

Flower boy: cool, I was thinking maybe we could get dinner together, nothing fancy just order a pizza and I could pick you up and take you to my place if you'd like :)

I smiled to myself, I should do it...

Me:yeah, that sounds fun

I sent him my address as well.

Flower boy: I'll pick you up at six

Me:cool

Flower boy: I still don't know your name, what is it?

Me: just call me carnations girl

Flower boy:well carnations girl I'll see you at six I gotta go work bye

Me:okay see you then, bye

I'm going on a date with flower boy tonight... hell yeah!

I couldn't help but smile and jump around, it's been awhile since I last got a date. Finally 5pm rolled around, I should get ready...

I ran into my room and listened to Weezer as I got ready. I decided to wear black jeans, a salmon colored sweater, paired with matching checkered vans. Wow cute...

I thought to myself, looking in the mirror, I hope he likes it...

I heard a knock at my door so I quickly grabbed my phone and opened the door to see flower boy, holding a single red carnation. He was wearing a striped sweater, jeans, and converse.

"H-hey, I got you this..." He nervously said, looking down at his shoes. I smiled.

"Thanks, I'll put it with the others real quick, come in..." I walked into the kitchen and set the flower in the vase, he walked into my messy apartment, his hazel eyes scanning every inch, "...sorry it's such a mess, I guess that happens when you're a lonely writer." I laughed a little. He smiled.

"Yeah, I get it, my place is usually messy as hell. I cleaned it for you, though..." He chuckled as I walked over to him, " ...are you ready to go?" I nodded, we walked out to his car.

He opened the door for me I smiled and got in. He closed the door and ran to the other side. As he drove he began to speak.

"So, do you like your carnations?"

"Yeah, they're beautiful." I glanced over at him.

"Good, y-you look really cute tonight." He glanced back at me with a quick smile, but immediately moved his eyes back to the road.

"Oh, thank you." I felt my face heat up. For the rest of the car ride we talked about music and things until we got to the flower shop. Does he live in the shop??

He must've noticed my confusion.

"I live above it." He laughed. I looked at him and smiled. Duh...

He took my hand and walked me inside, and up to his tiny apartment.

"I didn't know what kind of pizza you liked so I just got cheese. Oh I'm so dumb I didn't even ask if you liked pizza or if you're lactose intolerant, I'm so sorry..." He ran a hand through his hair as he led me inside.

"Hey, hey it's okay," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder while moving my thumb up and down to comfort him, "I love pizza." I smiled.

"Oh good, good." He laughed sheepishly.

We both sat down on his tiny couch, as he handed me a piece I observed his petite apartment.

Small couch with a small tv... flowers lining the windows... kitchen behind the living room... two other rooms, presumably bathroom and bedroom... a record player in between the doors with flowers around it... a small shelf of comics lined with more flowers... how many flowers does this guy own??

He handed me a slice.

"Your apartment is nice." I said, desperately trying to break the silence.

"Thanks, yours is nice too. When I was in there I saw sketchbooks open on the table, were those yours?" He took a bite, my eyes went wide. How could I be so dumb to leave those out? fuck...

"Uh, y-yeah..." I looked at him nervously.

"You're really good, I draw too." He reached for another piece.

"Thanks, but I'm not that good..." I nervously chuckled, finishing my piece.

"S'cuse me for a second, I need to use the bathroom, I'll be back." He got up and walked into one of the other rooms, shutting the door behind him. Okay, what do I do now...

I got up and looked around his apartment, not like a snoop, just admiring the flowers and things. I made my way to the record player, right as he walked out.

"What kind of music do you have?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the music player.

"I have all sorts of music." He pulled out a small box filled to the brim with colorfully decorated vinyls. He pulled one out that looked oddly familiar to me.

"Do you like cavetown?" He asked, looking up at me. I smiled.

"Hell yeah." He laughed a little as he put the record on. Juliet began to play.

"May I have this dance?" He held a hand out.

"Yeah." I whispered as I took his hand. One hand held mine as his other held my waist and my free hand rested on his shoulder. In that moment, I had truly fallen for flower boy. I've fallen in love a few times before, but nothing like this...

He spun me around one last time, leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back almost immediately. He broke away.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered as his starry eyes looked into mine. His hands delicately playing with my hair as if I was one of his many elegant flowers. I smiled and kissed him again, I played with his hair as well. It's official, I'm in love with flower boy...

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I wrote this like a month ago and totally forgot it was here ahahaha, whoopsies. I think it's pretty adorable. I hope you enjoyed it. Have an extravagant day~Peace out cheesebags