"What about these?"
I look over to Phil who was looking at a bunch of yellow tulips, he leans over and smells them before standing up, scrunching his nose out before letting out the most cutest sneezes ever.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of these roses," I say, turning back to the beautiful blood red roses in the pot closest to me.
"Why not a mixture of both?"
I muse over it before smiling and nodding at the idea, in my mind it didn't look so bad so what could go wrong? We go up to the counter and tell the woman what we wanted, smiling at each other as we rest our intertwined hands on the counter. The woman smiles.
"When's the date?" She asks, writing down our order.
"We want it to be a spring wedding, cherry blossoms are my aesthetic. We were thinking in April, because Phil's YouTube channel begins with A -we're trash we know- and possibly on the Twenty-fourth because Stiles," I say casually.
"Stiles is a character from a show called-" Phil starts.
"Teen Wolf, I know dear, I have a teenage daughter who is obsessed." She says, rolling her eyes while softly chuckling.
"At least it isn't drugs! Well, technically and clarified by Danisnotonfire, fandoms are like a drug so sorry to disappoint mother. At least it isn't alcohol!" We hear from the room behind the counter.
"Don't mind her, she's watching Jeremy Kyle and is in one of those argumentative moods."
"She's a subscriber, Dan!" Phil chuckles.
"You're Danisnotonfire?"
We hear a loud thud, a crash, a smash and heavy footsteps all in the space of ten seconds before we see a girl with stunning brown hair and the eyes to match. If I didn't swing the different way and it wouldn't be classed as paedophilia because of the gap age and the fact that I'm getting married, she'd be the sort of girl I'd go for.
She seems legit. She likes Teen Wolf, she likes Jeremy Kyle, she obviously likes my humour so we would be good to go.
"Hey! What's your name?" I ask her with a smile.
"Oh ya know, Elin, but you can call me Zaylin,"
"Alright... Zaylin,"
"Hey can you do me a favour?" She asks, raising a eyebrow.
"S-sure?" I say but it sounded more like a question.
"Can you ask me what my name is again?"
"Elin, Manners!"
"Ugh, can you ask me what me name is again, please,"
"Uh, what's your name?"
"YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO IT IS!" She says, doing the nae nae.
I laugh while Phil looks at her, amused and yet mortified at the same time. She stops and stands still smiling a little.
"Hey, I'm a big fan and extremely nervous, hence the weird actions you just witnessed."
"I thought it was great," Phil says.
I just grin.
"So, is Phan getting married?" she asks, leaning against the counter.
"Yeah, we were just ordering some flowers,"
"Hence why you're in a flower shop,"
"Small child with too much sarcasm,"
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MALADRESSE ✞
Fanfiction"Maladresse, it's French for me," "No, dude, that's moi," WARNINGS WILL BE DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT
