Newtmas / Dylmas Oneshots

Newtmas AU: Colors

3rd person's POV

Admiration
\ˌad-mə-ˈrā-shən\
noun
: a feeling of great respect and approval

Flower
\ˈflau̇(-ə)r\
noun
: the part of a plant that is often brightly colored, that usually lasts a short time, and from which the seed or fruit develops

Color
\ˈkə-lər\
noun
: a quality such as red, blue, green, yellow, etc., that you see when you look at something
: something used to give color to something
: a pigment or dye

Love
\ˈləv\
noun
: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person

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This is a story-a love story actually-on how the daily delivery of flowers from someone unknown to a specific flower shop in town and may I add, on how the meaning of each color of a flower could change the life of a person who admires flowers. So much.

And.

They're both boys, specifically.

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Newt. 18. Flower boy.

Yes, what you just have read is true about Newt.

He is a flower boy.

Not the kind of "flower boy" in special occasions, like in marriage.

A flower boy in a flower shop.

Simple as that.

But him being inside the flower shop for 7 hours straight and knowing that people are just not going to come by at his shop at any moment is not simple.

Newt thought that at the first opening of his glorious shop, people are going to rush in quickly and the shop is going to be filled.

Well, he thought wrong.

Yet he guessed and still forced himself to guess that luck is not yet around the corner; still a block or two away. Or even miles away.

He doesn't know.

He looks at his wristwatch for the 9th time around and read the time.

6:00 pm. Sharp.

Indicating that his work is over.

He watered his own plants and flowers for the last time that's surrounding the shop.

Just imagine how beautiful those are.

People ignore Newt's flowers and plants. Even bypassers ignore it.

All of his flowers and some of his plants are really good-looking.