FLOWEY'S POV
"Freak!" "Loser!" "Hey flower boy, get lost already!" I ran to the one place where I could be left alone, a small patch of Buttercups behind the school. I sat there and silently cried, it was like this everyday, but today was different "Hey" I looked up and saw a cute (gender), I blushed, but it soon faded and I glared at them "What do you want" They was surprised at my harsh tone "I just wanted to talk to you" They reached out their hand "I'm (Y/N)" I stared at their hand and slowly shook it "Flowey" They sat down next to me "So, what's a seventh grader doing out here for?" "Nothing" I looked down at the flowers, I didn't want to tell them about how I couldn't feel any emotion at all, I don't want to be left alone again "They're beautiful" I looked at them "Huh?" "The flowers, they're beautiful" They had a calm smile on their face "They're called 'Buttercups'" They looked at me and leaned back "So, did you plant these?" "Um, yeah" I was just waiting for them to mock me, but they just nodded "Hey Flowey?" "Hm?" "I really like that flower on your hat" They pointed at my hat "Heh, thanks" . . . . "Hey (Y/N)?" "Yeah?" "Can we be friends?" "Of course we can"
