Girl Meets Trouble #Wattys2015

Chapter 17: I Wish

I thought I was done feeling like this.

But eleven unanswered messages and nine missed calls later, and I think I'm back to the old habit of liking him all over again.  

It's such bullshit that I can't read or hear his name without feeling so damn emotional.

My head already hurts from overthinking too much, and sometimes I wish there was a turn-off switch for my brain.

 "Hey," Cassie greets me as she wanders over to the kitchen for breakfast.  "What's up with the dark aura, PMS pants?  Are you sick or something?"

"What?"

"You look ill."

"No, I don't!"  I scowl at her. 

"Yeah, you do," says Cassie.  "Kind of...green.  Like Grinch."

"I'm a human being, okay?  Not a robot.  I'm entitled to my own emotions."  I reply crossly as I stuff my mouth with my third pack of Cheetos.  "Am I not entitled to emotions anymore?"

"Someone's grumpy today, huh?  Harry's still calling you, you know?" She tells me as she pours milk on her cereal. "You're still sure you're not going to answer it?"

"I've already told you, Cassie," I grunt in exasperation.  "I do not know."

"You're nuts," she sighs, shaking her head. "Totally nuts.  If Harry Styles ever called me, I would pick it up in a heartbeat.  I would go rush over to the phone and I would tell him that---"

Cassie's little How To Deal With A Phonecall From Harry Styles 101 soliloquy was interrupted when the doorbell gives an abrupt ring and both of our heads turn towards the door.  I stand up from the chair and head out of the kitchen.  

I open the front door and a middle-aged man in a blue uniform stands infront of me, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers I've ever seen.  A huge bunch of deluxe flowers, all tied up in a pretty white, satin ribbon.

"Hello, ma'am," he greets me politely with a bright smile. 

 "I'm looking for Teddy Wyatt."

"Er...that's me."

"Well, it's your lucky day!"  He smiles and holds out a pen attached to a clipboard.  "If you could just sign here..."

I stare at the flowers in quiet disbelief as I take the pen he's handing over.  
Clutching the stunning bouquet of scarlet Ecuadorian roses complimented by ivies, hydrangeas and mini calla lilies, I can't help but gasp at the dainty selection of flowers, neatly secured together with fine, white lace and pearl beads.

Oh God, I thought I would only see these flowers from magazines.

Retreating back into the house with the bouquet, I feel a huge dart of emotion.  I don't know if I should be leaping for joy or running after the delivery guy to refuse the package.

"Oh, Teddy.  These are..." Cassie gushed breathlessly at the bouquet, staring wide-eyed.  "These flowers look absolutely amazing." She takes it from me and notices a small envelope tucked from the stems.

"Hey, there's a note!"  Cassie plucks it out and hands it over to me.  "Read it read it read it!"

A part of me is so desperate to read it, I can't even contain my hands.  But another part reminds me that I need some control over my emotions.

So with the little self-restraint I have left, I grab the envelope, rip it open with semi-shaky fingers and scan the message, reading it aloud.

Please see me again at the coffee shop tonight, Teddy.  You'll find me there until midnight. I'll be waiting for you.