𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 | zachary dean herron.
･:*:･𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: a classic boy meets girl love story comes with a twist including a bouquet of flowers and a nosy boy on the f train.･:*:･
𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬:
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All 7 of us huddled with 2 huge blankets we brought to sit on. Although Emerson can't cook, she can make a mean charcuterie board, which we spent 7 minutes just trying to get Zach to pronounce charcuterie correctly. I started reading out loud to Zach while everyone else began their books silently.
As I read, Zach places his head in my lap, interrupting me. "Keep going, I want to know more about this Tom guy." He gestures with his hand.
I look down at him, "Get out of my lap then."
"Nah, I'm comfortable." He smiles. "Continue please." I start running my hand lightly through his hair. No one else can tell, but it's an unspoken moment between us where it feels like we are the only two people in the world.
We continue reading our books for about another hour and a half; until a frisbee lands right next to Daniel. Daniel picks it up, examining it. A girl about Laila's age, maybe a little older, just like the fangirls from a few months ago, runs up to grab it from him.
"Holy shit." Her mouth drops. Zach shoots up out of my lap, sitting straighter than he had been. The rest of the boys were all relaxed, stiffing at the two words.
This girl is a fan.
"You guys are why don't we." she says, waving her hand to the group. "Hi, oh my god, hi. I'm a really big fan."
Jonah giggles at her not-so-subtle reaction, "We appreciate it. It's nice to meet you."
"Would it be alright if my friends and I take a picture?" She says, gesturing for her friends to run over. Once they are in about a 3 feet radius of us, they realize exactly who it is, and we are greeted with now 4 excited teenage girls squealing.
"Uh," Jack says, looking to the rest of the group for guidance.
"Um, I just-" Corbyn says, joining Jack's gaze.
I can tell they want to use Em and me as an excuse, but I just can't do it. That's like if PJ Harvey said we couldn't take a picture, it'd break my heart.
I look to Emerson, who nods at me in unison, "Go, I'll take the picture." I whisper, getting up. The girls run under the boys' arms, their enthusiasm just exuding off of them. One of the girls passes me her phone, and I click a few photos. They thank us, grab their frisbee and book it as far as possible away from us.
