Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 4

Abby's POV

Home in one word would be: hell. In two words: actual hell. I didn't really consider home-home. It was just a house that provided food and shelter, and contained two Devils, my mom and dad.

If they weren't fighting, they were yelling at my brother. I think they've forgotten about me because they rarely talk to me, let alone attend to my needs as a human being.

At my house, I would usually just lay in my room, maybe read, maybe draw, mostly sleep.

It's embarrassing how many drawings of Brandon I have. Cartoon versions of him, portraits; all the drawing types I could do.

Remembering his features in such detail helped me through the chaos behind the walls of my bedroom. I know it's unhealthy for me to make him the only source of happiness in my life, but he was, and one day maybe I could tell him that.

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My morning routine involved not eating breakfast and then walking to school. Bradly usually fixed himself breakfast, but I couldn't stand staying in that house more than I needed to.

When I arrived at school, I saw Brandon sitting under his usual tree, his friends circled around him, minus Mark.

He was wearing a flower crown made of dandelions, and oh my, did he look cute. I loved the little flower crowns he made, they made him more unique.

One of his friend looked over at me and pointed. My heart stopped when Brandon turned his head to me (the guy's probably going to kill me one day with all the things he does to my heart). He smiled at me and gestured me to go over to him.

I gulped and began to walk over.

"Hi Abby!" He bubbled, waving his hand adorably.

"H-hi Brandon," I blushed.

"These are my friends," he explained, gesturing to the two guys. He pointed at the guy with big curly hair, "that's Dave," then go the guy with dark bushy eyebrows, "and that's Ronnie," the two murmured some hellos. Brandon shrugged, "and Mark's usually with us- but uh- he got suspended for a fight."

"Oh yeah, I know Mark, he's in my science class," I wheezed.

"Yeah," Brandon mumbled, looking away from me, "he's a really nice guy, I've never seen him so pissed off."

I refrained by kissing his bottom lip that stuck out. Everyone was silent for awhile.

"Hey, I gotta go to class, see you guys later," Ronnie interrupted the silence.

"I'll go with you," Dave added.

I didn't mind being left alone with Brandon, I wanted to observe what he was outside of English class and lunch, and he didn't seem to care who he was with.

I sat criss-cross in front of him, watching him braid together the dandelions. His fingers were slender and long, for some reason that made me more intrigued by him. I bit the inside of my cheek as I dared to observe more of him. He wasn't dressed up as usual, just a plaid short-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair was messier than usual and I wanted to swipe his bangs away from his eyes because they were shielding them.

"Wear this," he spoke suddenly. I looked at him and he was waving a flower crown at me. He swiped his bangs to the side and cleared his throat, "uh, wear this-please?"

I smiled at him and took the crown.

"Go on," Brandon coaxed.

I placed the crown on my head.