Flowergirl

✿✽❀~ four ~❀✽✿

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I was on my way back from the gym the next Saturday when I saw her walking up to our front porch, flower trolley in tow.

I didn't go to the gym often—ever, really—but her comment from last week had really stuck with me. Regardless of the fact that she said she was joking, I couldn't help but believe there was a little truth to it. There was a little truth in every jest.

So in response to that, I had decided to go to the gym today and have my first workout in a long while. I was planning on going as soon as I could, but with school starting this past week, I didn't have any time until the weekend. I woke up early in the morning and pumped myself up before I left. I thought that going to the gym would really help me feel better about myself, little did I know it was going to achieve the exact opposite. Going there and seeing all the regulars—all the fit men that flowergirl probably saw on a daily—amplified my feelings on everything I already disliked about my body.

I traversed the walkway, surprising flowergirl when I showed up behind her, right before she was about to ring the bell.

"Surprise." I tapped her shoulder and she jumped a good foot into the air, making me laugh. Slowly, she turned around to face me with narrowed eyes and my God if I didn't die as I laid eyes upon her.

She was wearing a yellow and sky blue sundress with white flowers on it. It was short sleeved and so I could see the entirety of her collarbones; they were so large I swear the rift could hold water like a bowl. Her hair was down in its state of limp curls and her small lips were glossy. She couldn't hold her frown for long and it quickly became a smile, just as quickly as my knees became weak.

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. I wanted to tell her how if her eyes were any bigger then maybe she would be able to see just how quickly I was starting to fall. I wanted to tell her that that dress was making my heart pound harder and faster than it had in years.

"You're early," I said.

She laughed. "Yeah, my friend invited me to a party tonight so I'm trying to get to everyone earlier."

"What? Flowergirl's going to a rage?" I teased, leaning on the railing of the porch.

Her face became a colour I couldn't quite describe. The red of embarrassment mixed with the gold and brown of her skin created a new colour altogether. It was so beautiful, even God couldn't have fathomed it. "It's not a rage," she said. "It's just a little get together. A few friends."

I nodded, wondering what her friends were like. What kind of people did she like to spend time with? Would I fit in with them? Probably not.

"So what can I get for you today?" she asked, smiling.

I pursed my lips. "What kind of flowers are the ones on your dress?" I asked.

She looked down at her dress as if she had no idea it had flowers on it in the first place. "Oh, these are daisies." She looked back up at me. "Do you want to buy some?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She sifted through her cart, and I watched as she put together a bouquet of daisies, using smaller white flowers to fill up all the empty space. She held it up. "These are wild carrot flowers," she said, fingering the smaller ones with a smile on her face. "I think they really make the bouquet if you ask me. Beautiful, right?"

I nodded, my eyes on her as hers were on the flowers. "So beautiful."

She smiled up at me. "So you want this?" she asked.