After I had calmed down, I planted my petunias, roses, and daises in rows. I took the crushed carnations and threw them in a trashcan outside my house. My hands were filthy, and I had dirt under my fingernails. There was only one row open, where my carnations were supposed to go. Stupid boy. Who does he think he is? I don't even know his name.
I walked inside to see my mother on the couch, watching The Days of Our Lives.
"Hey sweetie! How was planting flowers?" She asked, barely taking her eyes away from the screen.
"Fine. I got really dirty. And I met-" I stopped abruptly, trying to decide if I should mention the mystery boy or not. I decided against it. She would probably just make a big deal about really nothing. I'll probably never see him again.
"Met who, honey?" My mom asked, her eyes still glued to the screen.
"Just some friendly ladybugs," I finished, and I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands. I scrubbed away all the dirt, and cleaned underneath my fingernails. I even had dirt clumps in my hair. How did that happen?
The rest of the day, I just laid around and watched TV. Every couple of minutes I would look out my window to examine my flowers. I was proud of them, but it would be better if I had my carnations.
Stupid boy.
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Stupid girl.
I only went out there to say hello. I've been homeschooled my whole life, and just wanted to interact with another human being other than my parents. Sue me.
I wasn't planning on this gorgeous girl with eyes the color of the sky and hair as yellow as gold. I didn't say two words to the girl and my heart was beating two hundred miles a minute.
When I walked up, she was kneeling by what looked like an empty flower bed, with her eyes closed, smelling some sort of flower. She was so entranced by them, like it was her whole world. She had some shirt on, with 3 guys on it and "Supernatural" written a cross the front. Some kind of television show, I'm guessing.
"You enjoying those?" I commented. That's when she opened her eyes, and I was entranced. They flashed fear before concealing them, and glazed over. I stared at her, and I kept the smirk on my face even though I was completely lost in her baby blue eyes. Her golden hair flew behind her with the wind, perfectly straight. We stared at each other a while before I broke the awkward silence.
"So you just gunna stare at me all day, or are you gunna say something?"
The fence she had built around the garden looked really bad. The wood was rotting and the nails looked like they had been barely pushed in. I gave it a light kick to test the sturdiness. She came back to reality, blinking a couple times and clearing her throat.
"Hey I spent forever putting that up. Be careful." She stood up, and that's when I realized she had on the shortest shorts anyone could find. I tried to keep myself from staring.
I decided to go with the laid back, flirty approach.
"This thing? It sucks!" I laughed and kicked it again.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but you have no right to come over here and criticize and harass my fence." She stood putting all her weight on one leg, and held the flowers I guess she was about to plant.
"Well, don't be such a crappy builder then, and I wouldn't have to come over here at all." I said. I walked around the side of the fence I was on and walked up to her. I leaned down and picked up some flowers that were white with pink on the edges. They were really pretty.
"Please be careful with those. I love those flowers," she said, and tried to grab the bundle. I decided to be playful, and pulled the flowers out of her grasp. I heard a rustle, and then I stepped on something solid beneath my feet.
"Hey!" She gasped, and pushed me back. For someone so small, she sure was strong. She leaned down and picked up the flowers, which were now completely ruined.
"Seriously?" She looked at me with rage in her eyes.
"They're just flowers." I shrugged. What was the big deal? Just go out and buy more. She turned her back and I saw her shoulders shake lightly.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter? Did those flowers mean that much to you?" I immediately felt bad.
"Look, I'm really sorry. I can-" I went to step forward and put my hand on her shoulder, and she whirled on me.
"Don't touch me! Get out of here! I hate you!" She screamed, her face covered in tears.
I went to say I'm sorry, but I didn't want to make anything worse. I turned around and headed for home, not looking back.
When I got home, my parents were still gone. I went right up to my room, and read stories until dark.
I fell asleep with her in my dreams.
Stupid girl.
