Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 12

Brandon's POV

"So, how is your guy's project going?" Abby and I's English teacher asked as we wrote out ideas.

"It's going okay," I answered.

"Good, good," the teacher nodded. She had this smirk on her face as if she knew exactly what was going on between Abby and me-and maybe she did. "You both just keep up the good work," she said and walked away.

"Abby, I think she knows that we're in item," I chuckled, knocking my knee against her's under our desk.

She peaked up at me from her paper, "well, she technically knew before we did."

I laughed, "God, that's so weird."

Abby's POV

"Hey, Abby, I drew you something," Brandon whispered, tapping me on the shoulder.

He slipped a piece of paper in front of me. It was clearly a cartoon version of myself with wings and a halo. I cover my mouth with my arm to keep me from squealing.

"Do you like it?" Brandon blubbered. "Huh? Do you?"

I looked at him, "I love it, Brandon, thanks."

He gently brushed our fingers together under our desks and smiled softly.

"Why an angel though?" I asked.

"Well, you saved me-not from anything in particular-you just saved me," he said softly tracing circles on my thigh.

"You're so sweet, you're gonna rot my teeth out." I put my pencil to the paper, "but I have a better idea." I drew small flowers around his drawn halo. "There-that's better."

Brandon giggled and rested his head against my shoulder for a second.

I smiled as he sat up, wobbling in his seat a little. "We should get to work," I suggested, "150 poems aren't going to write themselves."

"I wish they would."

****

I had finished the lines for Brandon's portrait during my art class, and as I finished up, my teacher walked by.

"It's looking good so far," he commented and leaned in a little, squinting at the picture, "may I ask who's it of?"

"Eh-just a boy I know," I answered quickly.

"Just a boy you know? Abby, I can pretend that I don't see you staring at that picture, tracing the smallest details over and over, I really can, but I can't pretend that I don't know that you're absolutely over your heels for this boy."

"Well-um, he's kind of my boyfriend, yeah."

He smirked, "young love, beautiful-mostly tragic-but sometimes beautiful." He cleared his throat, "well, I'm sure he'll love the drawing of him, you're a very talented artist, I hope he will recognize that."

"Yeah, me too," I whispered softly.

"Carry on," he said as he walked away.

****

"We should go on a date," Brandon suggested as we stood under the usual tree after school.

"What date do you have in mind?" I asked, eyebrow raised.

"I dunno, anywhere you want."

I smiled, "then you can spend the night at my house."

"Whoa now, don't you think it's a little too early for me to hop into bed with you and tear your clothes off-"