honey wildflower ; t.c

10

ryen claire sommers-

i threw another shirt adding onto the pile of clothes on my bed. "ugh i don't know what to wear." i complained

"yeah no shit, you've said that eighty times" hazel laughed at me from across the room.

"ryen, darling, you look good in everything, he's not gonna shoot you if you don't wear the right outfit" madison smiled.

"facts no printer" madelyn said sitting next to madison and hazel on the only non messy part of my bed.

i walked back over to my closet, looking through all of the clothes i own. eventually i found a white button up blouse that i paired with jeans and pink high rise converse. i put on my jewelry and sprayed my body with my favorite perfume, honey wildflower.

"oh my god you look so hot" hazel beamed.

"you look amazing" madison smiled.

"zoowee momma! do a spin!" madelyn laughed.

i twirled around for my friends "thank you guys so much"

"of course, we love you" hazel said giving me a reassuring smile.

after i finished my twirl i grabbed my bag and headed out the door, saying goodbye to my friends, of course.

i walked down the hall and into the elevator, i pressed the down button and waited for it to arrive. about thirty seconds passed and the elevator arrived, i walked inside and pressed the button for the first floor. i left my apartment complex, now walking down the streets of new york city to the olive garden nearby.

as i approached the restaurant a familiar face with curly dark hair stood waiting for me with a bouquet of tulips, i unconsciously grinned at the boy walking towards him.

"hi." i smiled.

"hi." he replied.

"these are for you." he said handing me the bouquet.

"thank you so much, you shouldn't have." i gushed at the boy in front of me.

we walked to the doors of the restaurant and went up to the pick up counter to grab our food, of course arguing about who should pay.

"timothée please! it was my idea" i whined.

"no! i'm paying!" he voiced.

i quickly tried to hand the woman behind the counter my card but he beat me to it. i hate when people buy things for me, it makes me feel bad.

"i hate you." i mumbled under my breath.

"i heard that." he said.

"good." i cockily smiled.

he grabbed the bag of food and we left the restaurant, heading back to my apartment. on the way there we talked about where we grew up, our favorite colors, favorite places and our favorite ice cream flavours.

we made it into the complex and the elevator, now we are outside of my apartment waiting for me to find the stupid fucking key out of my purse. eventually i find the key and i unlock the door, instead of being greeted by silence i'm met with the yelling of my friends playing mario kart. fuck me i forgot about them.

"sooo how did it go- oh, hi.." hazel said confused.

"oh my god im so sorry i forgot about them" i explained to timothée. "we can leave if you want" madelyn suggested.

"no, no it's fine." timothée politely smiled, i looked at him as a 'are you sure' and i was met with a reassuring nod and smile.

i walked over to the cabinets and looked for a vase to put the flowers in, after i found said vase i filled it with water and put the flowers inside. timothée put the bag of food on the counter and sat down on one of the island chairs.

we ate our dinner and hung out with madelyn, madison and hazel for the rest of the night. it is currently 9:15pm timothée, hazel and myself are watching the conjuring three, madelyn and madison are passed out on the other couch. madelyn got her ass kicked in mario kart by timothée and hazel, i've never seen more competitive people.

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i wake up to everything around me being dark, the tv off, every light in the apartment off, the only light is coming in through the windows from the moon and the city that never sleeps.

madelyn and madison are still peacefully asleep on the other couch, hazel's sleepy head in my lap and the only missing person is timothée. i find my phone and see a text from timothée "i didn't want to overstay my welcome, tonight was fun, we should do it again."

i shut my phone off and go back to bed, thinking of the memories i made today.