❛ SUPERMARKET FLOWERS ♪ ❜ - z. herron

two: come with me to the concert.

On the ride back home, groceries in hand, backpack in the other. But the thought of the boy still clouds my mind. The way he spoke or how even though it was so unbelievably brick outside, he still made it look like the cold didn't bother him. 

"NOW APPROACHING 4TH AVENUE", the train rang. I shake out my thoughts as I walk off the train and walk straight home, humming the song's lyrics from earlier in the elevator up to my apartment. 

I drop my groceries. "Oh my god, Oh. My. God. OH MY GOD." I keep repeating louder and louder, the realization becoming more true. The song itself wasn't his favorite song, it was HIS song. Well, his band's but I guess that's close enough. I pick up my groceries and just stand in the silence of the elevator. I, Kira Jade Summers, just met a member of a famous boy band. 

Oh no, I was just mean to a member of a famous boy band.

*

I walked through the apartment door to see mom in the kitchen, and both Keagan and Laila splayed out on the couch, the girl with a laptop in her laptop obsessively scrolling.

Laila is like the little sister I never got but always wanted. She lived down the hall from us our whole lives. Keagan and her had this hate going until one day, I walked in on them making out. All I can say is that you never want to walk in on your 15-year-old brother shoving his tongue down a girl's throat. I shake my head, trying not to internal gag at the memory.

I go up to Ma and give her a kiss while placing down the groceries. "Ma, you can't touch those, okay?" I give her a stern look. 

"Okay Kira, I won't but if I run out of rice, it's all your fault." She says with a smile. She goes back to stirring whatever is on the stove, paying no attention to the ingredients next to her. 

I walk over to the couch and plop down next to the two teenagers. "Dude Lai, you would not believe-"

"SHHH" Laila spits, placing a finger in front of her mouth. The action itself  has me taken aback; this girl talks over every movie. In fact, she speaks more than the film itself. So, whatever she is glued onto the screen has to be so unbelievably important. 

Keagan realized my expression and whispered exhaustedly, "She's been trying to win Why Don't We tickets for the past two hours. Something about this is her last chance and she'll probably die if she never sees them." 

"Speaking of Why Don't We, Keagan, you would not believe-" I whisper back, trying to tell someone my news.

"OH MY GOD JADE SHUT UP!" Laila shouts, eyes still stuck on the screen.

 Unfazed by her reaction, I say, "Fine, then I won't tell you how I met one of your Why Don't We boys on F train." Her head shoots up immediately. "Or at least, I think he is."

"Wait what?" She says with her mouth in a flat line but Keagan's mouth is completely dropped. She's bewildered but she doesn't want to act like I just told her the best news of her entire life. 

"Yeah, I don't know his name, the one with these adorable big brown eyes, red cheeks, kinda short." I made a gesture with my hand showing his height. "I met him, he said I looked beautiful today and was super nosy." Keagan looks back and forth from Lai to me, awestruck at what I'm saying. On the other hand, Laila has stars clouded her eyes, and I have never seen her smile this big. 

"So, you're telling me THE Zachary Dean Herron called you beautiful?" Laila says, making me smile.