I never thought I would fall in love with the boy in the garden. He was snarky, sassy, and a little bit rude. He teased me, but I guess that was just his way of flirting. I can't imagine my life without him now. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning.
It was the middle of July, and the sun was just rising over the country hills. It was casting an orange-yellow glow over my backyard and the valley that lay behind it. I rose up from my bed, stretched, and bounced down the stairs to my kitchen. The clock read 6:30. I usually don't get up that early, but today was special. Since I was 7, I've had an obsession with flowers. I wasn't the super girly type. I preferred old t-shirts, tennis shoes, and hated the color pink. But I've always loved flowers. The way they look, and sway in the breeze, and the amazing fragrance that came off of the different kinds.
My mother had promised me if I kept my grades above a 90 all year, she would let me plant a flower garden in our backyard. I kept true to my promise, and worked hard all year. We went out and bought all kinds of flowers, like petunias, roses, daisies, and my favorite, carnations. I worked all day in the backyard, clearing a space for my flowers. I ripped up weeds, mowed, hoed the land, and even built a small fence to keep all of the animals out.
After making my cup of coffee, I sat down on my couch and waited for my mother to get up. I turned on the television and relaxed while watching Friends reruns. I sipped my coffee, checked the clock every 5 minutes, and rapped my fingers on the table next to me.
By 10:00, my mother was still not up. I couldn't wait anymore. I was 17, I'm pretty sure I knew how to plant flowers. I grabbed the package they were in, and practically skipped out the door.
