❛ SUPERMARKET FLOWERS ♪ ❜ - z. herron

forty-nine: just big balls of gas.

I wipe my eyes, coming down from laughter. "What do you mean, they flooded your room?" I say, looking down at Zach. He holds up another strawberry; I reach down, taking the bite as he responds.

"I mean, they literally flipped all my furniture, took all my utensils and just let the bathroom flood." He slightly laughs, resting on his forearms.

I hold my hand in front of my mouth to prevent myself from spitting strawberries everywhere, "Why?"

"THEY THOUGHT IT WAS EBEN'S." He says, shaking his head.

I giggle in response, sighing, "This is like that Troy and Gabriella scene from High School Musical 3 except we don't have margarita pizza and you didn't climb a tree to see me."

"Isn't that the scene where they have the super serious talk about college and the future?" He says, taking a bite out of another strawberry.

"Yup." I say, popping the p and looking around his backyard. I look back at him to see him staring, "What?"

"Nothing," he says, giving me a small smile. "Just looking at you."

"Do I have strawberry on my face?" I say, wiping around my lips.

He pushed a strand of the hair out of my face. "No, no, just I like staring at your face. I call you beautiful for a reason."

I blush, looking down at my hands. "Z?" I ask quietly.

"Yes?" He shakes his head a little, "We always have this exact interaction, Jesus we are predictable."

I let out a small laugh before looking at my hands. "What is all of this?" I say quietly, gesturing around at our little setup.

 The yellow flowers he bought me in perfect condition with a small green bow wrapped perfectly around them. It lay next to my hands while the beautiful handmade basket sits in the middle of us, full of fruit. It's a perfect date, pulled right out of the romantic comedies he gags at.

But this can't be a date, right?

"I don't know." He says, laying down and looking at the sky. I move the basket and the flowers, laying next to him. "Laying with me?" He questions.

"Just like when we talk in your room, except now it's not an eggshell colored ceiling. What are we looking at?" I say, looking into the sky with him.

He shrugs, "Nothing. I barely know anything about stars but they are nice to look at, I guess. Constellations and shit."

"They are." I smile, "Just big balls of gas."

"Are you sure that they are all gas?" He turns his head to look at me.

I turn my hand to look straight at him, "I'm positive they are mostly made out of gas." I look back up to the sky, but I feel his eyes on me. "What are you staring at?"

"Are we really going to have this conversation again?" I hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Okay then let's talk about something else."

"What do you want to talk about?" He sighs, staring up yet again.

"Why don't you ever talk about fame? It's such a huge part of your life yet we never speak on it. Whenever a random fan comes up to us or I get tagged in fan pages, why is it just unspoken that we don't discuss it after?"

"Whoah, we are starting out strong."

I huff, "I think about it all the time. But I'm too scared to ask, especially when we are with the boys. Your whole fandom ships us, yet we never talk about it."