Flower Boy // hes

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pillowtalk is hella 🔥.

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[ L i l l i a n  B r o o k s ]

I walked back into my dorm room; utterly confused. Who could have sent this? Is this some sick joke? Why would they do this in the first place? Multiple questions swirled in my head.

I remember we had to do an assignment on that a few months ago. We had to take flowers,  and find their representations or meanings. A yellow chrysanthemum means a secret admirer. Just like it said on that note.

Suddenly, my phone alarm rang, signaling that my class would start in ten minutes,  also interrupting my thoughts. Well that's just bloody fantastic.

I rushed to the door once again; and I barely made it in time for my biochemistry class. Professor Byrne was already discussing the equilibrium of acids and bases.

For the first time during this course, I found myself distracted and frankly, uninterested.

My mind was buzzing with confusion and curiosity about my "Secret Admirer".

All of a sudden, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to my left to see Harry, one of my few friends in this campus. Although these past few months that we've known each other, I've always felt something whenever I was around him. I'm not sure what I was feeling, but there was something for sure.

We have pretty much the same schedule,  because we're both juniors,  and we have the same major. I have him in all my classes; except one.

He gestured at my laptop in front of me,  silently telling me to check it. I oblige his request,  and I pull up our chat we tend to use a lot in our boring classes.

HAROLD: You alright, Lillian? You seem out of it today.

LILY: Yeah. I'm okay. Just thinking about something.

HAROLD: Oh? What is it?

LILY: Okay. But promise me you won't laugh at me.

HAROLD: Promise.

I looked over to him, and he was holding his right hand up, as if to promise; making me laugh silently.

LILY: Okay, so this morning, I was on my way here, but when I opened my door, I saw a flower laying on the ground. I picked it up. It was a yellow chrysanthemum. Then, I found a note on it. It said "Yellow chrysanthemum: a secret admirer". I was just so confused.

HAROLD: Hm. Interesting, Did you keep the flower, or did you throw it out?

LILY: I kept it. It's on my desk right now. It was such a lovely flower; I just had to keep it.

As I looked over to Harry once more, I swear I saw him smiling. What a strange lad.

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| EDITED | 06.14.16 | 11:00 P.M.