❛ SUPERMARKET FLOWERS ♪ ❜ - z. herron

twenty-four: bring your little boyfriend too.

"Tell me about your day yesterday." Nate tells me, swinging my hand in his while we walk.

"I thought I told you, we went to Disney." I laugh, looking at him. We both decided since it's a Sunday, we should go to the Melrose trading post and see if there's anything we can find.

"No, but more detail." he says as we stop at a booth. He scams through with his free hand, looking through racks of clothing.

"I wish you came, it was so much fun. Maybe next time," I smile.

"It'd be a great way to introduce you to the boys. So what happened was Zach ended up buying us tickets, which he didn't need to do, but you know, it meant a lot to me. Jack complained about the dole whip the entire time, I swear after every single ride, even it's a small world. Daniel and I ran around California adventure, trying to see if we could find Jasmine, only to find her in regular Disneyland. Did you know there were two different Disneylands? Anyway, we got a great picture, I'll show you it later. Emerson forced us all to get this ugly red sweaters and it was unbearable hot. Oh and Corbyn made us go through Tomorrowland painfully slow. He loves space, right? We also went on space mountain like 16 different-" I rant excitedly. My boyfriend knows how much I've wanted to go to Disneyland, so I spew every detail I can remember.

"Kira." Nate stops me in the middle of my story. We stand in between rows of booths, our hands still holding.

I look at him, "What babe?" I look at him, slightly out of breath from my story telling.

He breathes in, and I notice his slight annoyance, "If you like them so much, why aren't you with them?" he says passively.

"I wanted to see you." I say, confused.

Why is he annoyed? I didn't do anything; I was just telling him about my day.

"You talk so highly of these fucking boys to your BOYFRIEND, mind you I've never met them." he says, showing his annoyance and slightly raising his voice. He drops his hand out of mine, causing my arm to fall straight to my side.

"Nate, you said I could see them. I asked you and you said yes."

"If I had known they "meant so much to you,"" he mocks, making quotation marks with his fingers, "I wouldn't have said yes."

"They are my friends, Nate. You tell me about your friends all the time."

"Yeah but you know my girl friends."

Yeah, the ones that hit on you every time you're there. They see Nate, and it's like vultures to prey.

"Can we please drop it? We can talk about it when we get home." I ask, grabbing his arm. Our discussion has caused a few glances, and I don't want all of LA knowing our business.

"Fine, whatever." he brushes me off and walks out of the booth. I internally roll my eyes.

Bad Nate day. Got it.

"So, what did you yesterday?" I ask, finally catching up to him.

"Waited for you to get home. Was gonna come pick you up but you only came home at like 12."

"Oh."

Sore topic.