The warm July air blew against my skin and whipped my golden air around my face as I walked to the backyard. The piece of land I had readied early still looked in good shape for my flowers. I kneeled down by the edge, and pulled out the daises. I held them up to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent.
"You enjoying those?" I heard a velvety male voice call out.
I opened my eyes and nearly dropped my flowers. A boy stood across from me, on the other side of the land. He looked around my age, with super green eyes and jet black green hair that fell almost over his eyes. He was wearing a white tank that defined his six pack, and some loose fitting jeans that sat low on his waist. He wasn't wearing any shoes, and his feet were slightly damp from the morning dew. His hands were in his pockets, sending off a "I don't really care" vibe. I was transfixed for a couple minutes while I stared at him, my mouth in an O. Suddenly I wished I had worn something other than booty shorts and a dirty Supernatural shirt.
"So you just gunna stare at me all day, or are you gunna say something?" He said, and lightly kicked the fence I had put up.
I blinked a couple of times, and shook my head to clear my mind.
"Hey, I spent forever putting that up. Be careful," I said, and stood up from where I was kneeling.
"This thing? It sucks!" He said while laughing, and kicked it again.
"Hey! Stop! I'm not a professional, okay? It was hard for me."
He kicked it again, raising an eyebrow.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but you have no right to come over here and criticize and harass my fence." Where did he even come from? There's not a house around us for 2 or 3 miles, and there's no car parked outside.
"Well, don't be such a crappy builder then, and I wouldn't have to come over here at all." With that, he walked around my fence and came to stand beside me. He picked up my bundle of carnations.
"Please be careful with those. I love those flowers," I said and made a grab for them. He pulled them away from my grasp, and the flowers fell out of the package they were in and fell on the floor. When he pulled his hand away, he also took a step back, stepping on my flowers.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, pushing him off them. I slowly leaned down and picked them up. The petals were scrunched and broken.
"Seriously?" I looked at him with hate in my eyes, and he laughed.
"They're just flowers," he commented.
I felt tears start to form, and I turned my back so this mystery boy wouldn't see me cry.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter? Did those flowers mean that much to you?" He asked, and I heard him take a step toward me. I said nothing, and I felt tears start to flow.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I can-" he started to put his hand on my shoulder, and I turned on him.
"Don't touch me! Get out of here! I hate you!" I yelled at him, tears flowing faster and faster now.
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, and then closed it like he decided against it. He turned and walked the opposite direction, and I watched him until I couldn't see him anymore, and I hugged the crushed flowers to my chest, silently crying.
"I'm sorry daddy."
