❛ SUPERMARKET FLOWERS ♪ ❜ - z. herron

thirty-eight: i did my research.

"What the fuck?" I laugh at her as we stand on the platform.

"Okay, fine, pros and cons. Pro, he's hot. Con, you have a boyfriend. Pro, he treats you better than your boyfriend. Con, he's potentially bad at sex."

"EMERSON-" I cut her off, trying to make this conversation disappear from her mind. She holds out her finger to signal me to stop talking.

"Not finished. Pro, he's in a famous boy band. I literally cannot think of another con so let's keep going with pros."

"I have a boyfriend" I laugh at her thoughts as we get onto the platform.

"Okay?"

As I calm down from laughing, holding a rail, "Again, just because you don't like Nate doesn't mean I'm gonna cheat on him."

"Then just break up with him Kir. He's not a good guy."

"Emerson, I love him. I know he might not be the good guy you think he is, but he's good to me. Just because your significant other and you fight doesn't mean you cheat or you break up. Has there been "something" between me and Zach?" I say, making quotation marks with my figures, "Maybe. But I'd never act on it because of my respect for Zach and Nate feels the exact same way."

"Okay, but if you and Nate do break up," She says, putting up a fight. I open my mouth to cut her off, but she continues speaking, "IF, then give Zach a chance."

"Hypothetical then, wouldn't that ruin our friendship? We haven't been friends for super long, but I like our dynamic you know?"

"Well, then, hypothetical, at least you did it. He's not the type to just break your heart and leave. I doubt our group dynamic would change that much."

"I guess you're right." I say, sinking into thought.

*

"I'm not going to lie to you, I'm a little nervous to meet your mom." Zach says as I put the mac and cheese in the oven. I decided to invite them over for dinner, so they could officially meet my family. I mean, it's a given, we are in my hometown, and I'm not gonna bring the home?

"Why? She's a 5'2 Italian woman, you'll be fine." I say, washing my hands. He hands me the salad, hopping off the counter to follow me.

"Yeah beautiful, but she's your mother. You praise her constantly about how she worked so many jobs to keep you afloat but made it every birthday, recital, whatever. Not to mention, she raised both you AND Keagan, that's terrifying." He laughs, walking out to see Jonah and Emerson set the table. Jack, Corbyn, and Daniel are sitting on the couch, immersed in a game of Uno, not even willing to join the conversation.

It's weird to see my new friends, famous friends, sitting in my childhood home. Our apartment is small, 680 square feet to be exact, but they don't even seem phased by it. They are just going along with everything, acting like we don't spend most of our time in their fancy houses or Emersons penthouse.

Just as we walk out, I hear Laila and Keagan come down the hall. "It smells so good Kira-" Laila is cut off by a sudden gasp at the realization her favorite band is a few feet away from her. "Holy shit." she says, covering her mouth.

"Oh shit, boy band's here." Keagan says, smirking. He goes around dapping them up, acting like he doesn't blast their songs in the shower.

"Yo Keag, I've told them about your shower serenades." Emerson says, holding a fake microphone to her mouth, acting like she's singing.