Love in Bloom

Queen Carter? ~chapter 3~

A gasp escapes my throat when I look at all my hard work of arranging fifty and more bouquets, destroyed.

A couple seconds pass of me staring at the mess in front of me and then back at the three boys who are all standing still looking at each other like the donkeys they are.

"at least the cupcakes are still okay." Chris tells the three of us folding his hands.

Then I accidentally tilted the stand forward and the cupcakes flew to the ground one by one.

"never mind." the same voice says.

One second its just us and the next I hear the door from the flower shop get thrown open.

I look at all the boys with a look that scream; you have three seconds to run.

They stare at me weirdly.

Heh.

"what the hell is going on here!" Mr. Stevens yells, holding a broom in his hands, screaming his lungs out.

The skinny old figure runs over the street, his striped blouse out of his old man pants, it actually looks quite scary. The broom is raised high and threating.

Is the end sharpened?

"what the fuckin fuckery." Chris stares scarily and a bit confused at the old man and then back at me.

My eyes scan the boys, staying at Carter who doesnt look a bit weirded out, he just raises a eyebrow.

Brody lets out another girly shriek.

I give the boys I told you so look.

This isnt going to be pretty.

"were sorry sir my friend here isnt very coordinated." Carters angelic, deep voice explains Mr. Stevens. Although he doesnt look sorry at all.

I dont think he ever really apologizes.

Not when his basketball used to land in my garden for the hundred time.

Not when he used to ride over my flower, never.

I dont think he even knows what it means.

"who?" Mr. Stevens frowns still holding the broom up high his expression changing every second.

From being mad to furious back to being just mad.

"Brody he-" We all look behind Carter, but there is nobody standing behind him.

"runed away, now this fucker is running." Carter sighs, his jaw clenched.

I can see Brodys figure running around a corner tripping.

My underlip disappears in my mouth, trying not to laugh at his far away figure trying too stand up again without any luck.

My eyes flicker back too the boys a couple feet away from me, Carter meets my eyes. His eyelids drooped as he stares me up and down a longing look in his eyes a look that almost screams; your my next victim.

I dont miss it when the tip of his tongue meets the corner of his lips.

Holy mamas.

I take a step back suddenly feeling a bit hot, how can someone get effected by just a simple look?

He is still studying my features, his pupils flared back to mine.

A flush crept up my face.

Frick I always get very pink cheeks.

How can he make that look attractive?

"Were sorry, sir. My friend here will pay for everything." Chris has a plastered smile on his face as he points too Carter.