The Forbidden Fruit

Greens

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Crystalmystical1, Prettyvalerie, and writingdevotee. Thanks for all your awesome comments, lovelies!
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Seph

I woke up to my alarm playing smooth jazz with a cramp in my neck.

I sighed heavily, stared at my daisy yellow ceiling, and rolled over to face away from the wall. My white tank top fell off my shoulder a little, so I pushed it back up impatiently. I hadn't slept very well last night, and I could almost feel the bags under my eyes.

Almost immediately, something bright yellow caught my eye as I looked around my room sleepily.

Ah. The roses.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at the two rose plants sitting on the floor near my front door. One sat in a small pot painted pink, and the other was in a metallic tin. A small laugh escaped me as I sighed and pulled my white comforter tighter around me.

Was he really going to bring fifty pots of these roses? What in the world was I going to do with them? I laughed into my pillow, my hair falling around my shoulders and face. I lifted my head from the pillow to look at the flowers again.

He was weird. I mean, of course I thought that when he had picked me up in the middle of the park when I was writing in my field sketchbook. But since I'd seen him last, he always seemed on edge. Well dressed, actually pretty cute... But kind of nervous.

I swung my legs out of my duvet, stretched, and got up. It was Monday morning, and that meant work, so I had to get busy.

Before I opened my closet, I looked back at the flowers. After a second's pause, I walked over, picked them up, and looked around the room. Finally deciding on the shelf above my bed, I placed them there, side by side.

I picked out my work uniform from my closet: denim jeans (custom embroidered by yours truly with bumblebees, flowers, and tiny plants), and a white top. Thankfully, the place I worked at was pretty flexible with dress code, so I also grabbed a red bandana that I tied around my hair Rosie-the-Riveter style. I looked in the mirror, twirled a little, and then put on white kitten heels and gold hoop earrings. I checked myself again and sighed.

Somehow, I was never quite content with the way I looked. I'd always loved clothing and fashion and I'd always made it my business to explore as many small clothing stores as I could every weekend in the city. But I never was satisfied with what I was wearing or how my hair looked or anything else. I dunno. I always felt like something was missing. I just wasn't sure what.

Before I put on my pastel blue kettle, I walked over to my trusty vintage Crosley and sifted through my collection of vinyls. I pulled out one of my favorites—Chet Baker Sings—and flicked on the record player. Soon Chet's soothing voice filled my apartment, and I danced my way back to the kitchen, humming along with, "That Old Feeling." I opened the cabinet above my small white stove, standing back to look through my teas. I eventually chose a jasmine blend, one of my favorites, and danced around my circular dining room table while I waited for the tea to boil. At one point, I almost tripped over a chair that was kind of wedged between the stove and the table, and I giggled at how small my kitchen was.