Flower Girl {Rewriting}

21. Honeysuckle

A/N: Feel free to read this at your own comfort, I do hope you enjoy the route that I've chosen to go with this story and if not, then that is unfortunate, but I think it's the right path for my story.

August had given each of her friends a card with a small painting in each of them. She arrived at school early and slipped it into each of their lockers.

When lunch time came around August was first to the cafeteria, a few passive glances and small nods in her direction caught her eye. She didn't bother to pay them any attention, instead she set her bag down and enjoyed that there were no bullies to bother her peace of mind.

Speaking of mind, hers had drifted back to last night when she met with Bucky and their meal at the diner. He was so shocked and impressed by her drawing of him that he insisted paying for it. It honestly made her laugh, because he couldn't take his eyes off of it, he even said that he was going to frame it. That had surprised her the most because it made her feel really good that he loved it so much to go to the extra step of placing it in something to protect and keep it.

She sighed as she sipped at her banana milk, he had helped her pack up her drawing tools and took her home, the car ride was nice, his music choice was the most astonishing thing, he didn't just listen to one kind of genre, he had a mix of different types of songs and they both sung along to it as he drove.

The one that shocked her most was a song from one of her favorite band, Panic! 'I Constantly Thank God for Esteban'. That one was awesome and he knew the words to most of it. It had been a fun ride and a better night. She had finally gotten over one hurdle in her life and was happy she got a new friend while going through it.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Shyanne asked as she sat next to August.

"Oh," her cheeks deepened in a blush, "I'm just happy, is all. So much happened in just two days and... I've just been thinking of some good memories."

"Oh, what kind of memories?" She asked leaning in.

August met her clear blue eyes that mimicked her father's. Huh, Westley must be her biological father, she had his soft brown skin and his eyes, unlike Wesson who only had his face, complexion but not his eyes. "Umm, about last night, Bucky and I had a nice chat, and we ate at a diner afterwards, I even drew him a portrait."

Shyanne's eyebrows rose, her face a bit shocked. "Hm, is there something there that I should be worried about?" She asked, as August moved some food around her tray.

She shook her head. "No, we spoke about our family, his sister, my dad, then just casual stuff..." August met her gaze holding it this time. "I think Bucky may have warmed up to me... a bit too much, but we've established a boundary."

"Okay," she replied slowly, "you gonna tell Claude?"

"Yes, I don't wanna keep this a secret. It isn't."

She smiled. "Good, I'm just a bit shocked that Bucky may have a crush on you, but... isn't that the fucked up story of the bully and the bullied?"

She snickered. "We spoke about that, his sister liked those books."

"OMG it's like a bad Wattpad story!" Shyanne laughed, making August wipe away tears.

"You're so bad for that!"

She tried to catch her breath. "You know I'm not lying." She sighed, sitting back as she touched August's 'shoulder. "I'm glad you're an honest person. And also thank you for the note and the painting."

"Yeah, thanks so much!" Sara called out a from away as she joined them, followed by her brother and Quincy who waved the orange envelope at them.

"I'm grateful too, August."