He saw flower boy in the library after school today.
He was caught up in reading, his doe eyes scanning the page of a romance book before him. Clay like how his nose scrunched up whenever something in the book made him laugh, when his eyes would widen at the page as if something absurd was said.
Clay liked that.
I'm supposed to be studying, the boy tells himself. His eye continue to wander away from his essay to the young ma reading about twenty to thirty feet away from him. He sighs, a dorky smile on his lips.
He hears laughter from behind him, slightly jumping as he comes face to face with his best friend Nick. He can heat him teasing him for giving himself up so easily like that. At least flower boy didn't catch him staring! He groans as his best friend continues to tease him. He waves him away, turning back to take little glance of the brunette before going back to his studying.
He's in too deep for the flower boy.
Maybe one day he would become his flower boy?
