SHOUT OUT TO THE HOMIES WHO HELPED W THIS IDEA ILY😜😜😜 (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)
I carefully stare at the selection of seeds, ignoring prices.
If he'll like it, that's worth any cost.
To go with that, I'll buy a big bouquet. One so annoyingly big he'll feel embarrassed– and maybe mad.
But in that cute way.
I pick out roughly 100 seed packets, the desk person seems a little shocked.
“Well, well, well,” he says, smirking at the bouquet.
“Whose the lucky lady?” His eyes signal towards the bouquet, my face turns a bit red.
“我、我不明白，對不起，再見！” ¹
I quickly place money on the table, taking the stuff amd running off.
“W-wait...-” He yells after, but gives up trying anymore.
I'm certain he was going to ask whst I said. That, or he'd suggest that I certainly can speak English.
Which is true.
But I didn't want to answer him.
“I-I dont understand, sorry, bye!” ¹
I skamper to somewhere quiet, stuffing the seeds into the bouquet, barefully placing them to look neat.
I think Macaque would best my monkey butt if I scattered them unevenly.
I start to shiver in the alleyway, I didn't think I'd be so cold in the middle of June...
I hold onto the bouquet tightly, heading out of the alleyway to catch some sunlight.
I look left, then right, then hear a sound from behind.
I see someone starting to come out of the shadows—
It can only be one person.
I can't have him see just yet.
My only option is to run away from him. Or whatever's in the shadows.
“Ugh-” He groaned
“Peaches!?” he yells, looking out from the corner.
I keep running, just staring into his eyes.
Then, I hear a loud honk–
I look back in front of myself, seeing a whole lot of cars.
Unfortunately, admiring someone like running away from them can be deadly.
Undoubtedly noted!
I decide to climb over the traffic, scaling up a building and jumping across building to get back to Flower Fruit.
I try to write him a message in English, but I give up after so long.
I decide that if I wanted to write a note, I should make sure he can read it, y'know?
I set down my pencil amd grabbed a pen from the drawer, careful with my handwriting.
It reads out to; “Thanks a lot, you're my favorite.”
However, it's written in Chinese, not English like I wanted.
I'm deep in thought when suddenly I almost jump out of my seat from a very loud knock.
I'd remember that knock anywhere.
Of course it'd be him, why wouldn't it?
I peek out the door before opening it.
Sure enough, I see Macaque standing patiently at the door.
“嘿。” ¹
Macaque subtly looks over his shoulder, I try to see what he's looking at but all I can see is a rustling bush.
“嘿。” ¹ I reply, quite worried.
“老实说，你有危险吗？” ² He looks behind him, back at that bush.
“So you are?” I whisper quietly.
He shakes his head with reassuring eyes.
“没有危险，但......看着。” ³
“Oooohh...” I ruffle his hair.
“You could've told me.”
“Told you what!?” A high pitch voice yells, then shushing from another person.
We start to laugh, then Macaque stops with a serious expression.
“我们需要找个私密的地方谈谈。我们可以去我的花园……” ⁴
“Hey.” ¹
“Be honest with me, are you in any danger?” ²
“Not in danger but... Watched.” ³
“We need to talk somewhere private. We can go to my garden...” ⁴
I tell him to start leading away, but as he's focused blabbering on, I slip back and grab the bouquet and card.
Thankfully, I caught up to him before he looked back at me.
He's talking about love and mixed signals, but I didnt really listen to him.
(mb bro yk i gotta add angst HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH)
He turns to me, all flustered, right before the large fancy gate.
“Be completely serious with me, Sun Wukong.”
I turn to look at him, holding the bouquet as steady as I can to hide it.
“Are you playing with me?” He sighs, “Do you actually like me or what?”
I start to sweat, unable to speak.
I pull out the bouquet from behind my back, giving it to him with a smile.
“For fuck's sake!” He yells, not taking the bouquet.
“Am I just a goddamn game to you?”
He turns around, looking to the city ground.
“Shit, dude, I'm in love with you. But you're fucking with my brain!”
I stare at the bouquet, disappointed.
“I truly do disappoint, don't I?” I chuckle, but its a dry, sad chuckle.
I drop the bouquet, the seeds fly out and the flowers try to escape.
I walk away, my tears leaving teensy ant sized muddy puddles.
I almost think to turn back, but I can't bear it.
I like to think that, maybe, ants are dancing in the puddles of tears.
Or maybe it's like a flood, they would be quite confused, surely.
There's so many ways I could say it, but I can't bring myself to talk to Macaque's face personally.
He'd probably be disappointed to see me.
I call him, but it goes to voicemail.
Maybe it's over.
We all grow up sometime, right?
And maybe this is it.
We're growing up.
And moving.
Relationships change.
I guess that's how it goes.
I thought that maybe it'd be okay.
But he's right, I haven't been clear to him.
I can't even think of one way to say it.
Those three words,
Three words that are so intimidating.
If I told him now,
Would it make a difference?
Or would it make it worse?
I don't know how to get help.
Because my help line
Currently hates me.
My help line
Was my bestfriend for eternities.
I loved him.
hahahahhsbsahhshshshahahahahahahHajahajajahajaha im not sorry for this im just a little sad
