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Flower Crowns-Part 2 (Thomas)

Thomas's flower crown skills had excelled past excellent. He was practically the king of the practice, learning how to make one in no time.

The relief he felt after that was unreal. Finally, he could make ones worth of your favorite flowers. Finally, he could make one worthy of giving to you.

Minho sighed as he listened to Thomas sprinting out of the showers yet again after the run. This was definitely getting old, and you still weren't catching on. At this point, he wouldn't be shocked if you were playing dumb.

That didn't matter to Thomas though. He was sure that this was exactly what he needed to get your attention.

So as everybody was sat around, eating their dinner, he was sitting in the gardens, weaving a flower crown. Today was the day, and he was sure it would go right. Well, he was hoping at least.

Sitting by Newt and Zart, you two quietly chatted, laughing every now and then at a funny remark. Minho watched from a distance while silently wondering how long it would take Thomas to sit with you.

Staying at the garden, Thomas kept weaving and weaving until his hands were sore. Then, he kept going until finally he had the perfect flower crown with your favorite flowers.

Standing up, he held it proudly as he walked over to where everyone was eating. As he passed by people with a crown in his hand they glanced at their friends in confusion. He paid them absolutely no mind as he approached you.

Hearing footsteps, you looked up to see the brunette. He was also sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest. To be fair, this was his silent confession to you. A silent declaration of his everlasting love.

Questions plagued his mind like the black death. What if you hated it? What if you didn't understand? What if you don't reciprocate his feelings?

He wouldn't let that stop him though. Very few things ever could.

You went to compliment his work only for him to plop it on your head with zero room for objections. Everyone's curiosity peaked with a few people sporting shocked expressions. Thomas, the most stubborn shank here, just dropped a flower crown on your head like it was nothing? That was never on anybody's bucket list of things to happen, even Minho's.

Your face burned at the Gladers eyes. While it was a very kind gesture, the attention was unusual for you.

Later that night, Thomas was frantically pacing around the Med-hut with Clint and Minho, ranting about it.

"Y/N was bright, bright red. Really, really red,"He rushed out.

"I would be too if you came and dropped a flower crown on my head,"Minho reasoned.

"What if Y/N is actually allergic to pollen? Did I give her an allergic reaction? Oh my shuck, did I almost kill her?"

"She works in a garden,"Minho reminded him.

"Oh. Right."

"That also isn't how pollen allergies work,"Clint added.

"Oh. Good to know. So I'm good to keep giving her flower crowns?"He clarified.

"Well, yes, but-"
"Perfect. Thanks guys,"He said before practically skipping out of there.

"We have to set those two up,"Minho sighed.

"Meddling in their business?"Clint clarified.

"Yes. This is getting painful,"He pointed out.

"True. What if we get them alone at dinner?"

"Yes, but we'll need reinforcements."

"Fry would do it,"Clint suggested.

"Perfect. Let's do it."

The next day Thomas was back in the gardens after showering. In the meantime, Minho went a little faster before going to find Fry.

Sitting back in the garden, he was back to weaving flowers. This time, he was using all kind of different flowers.

"Fry, come on. Just help us out,"Minho pleaded.

"Thomas has this handled,"He repeated. His words instantly earned him a look. The look of "that's a damn lie." "Okay. Maybe, not exactly, but he's not doing that bad,"He repeated.

"Fry, just help us,"Clint asked.

Before he could answer, Thomas came back up to you, a well made crown in his hand. With no hesitation, he placed it on your head. You smiled and lightly touched the flowers before smiling in thanks. Not quite knowing what to do next, he just stood there awkwardly.

"Okay. I'll help you,"Fry folded, physically unable to stand it any longer.

Then again, anybody wouldn't give in after that scene.