I work at a flower shop in the middle of South Park. Small shop, nothing special but we get a lot of business. Today was a slow day until a fat boy ran into the shop.
He slapped $20 dollars on the counter, "How do I say "Fuck you" in flowers?!" He screamed, making me jump. I recognized this kid. This is Eric Cartman, the asshole of the school.
I raised and eyebrow but thought for a second, "Well.. You'd need a bouquet of geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadow-sweet for uselessness, yellow carnations because those are just disappointing, and orange lilies for your clear burning hatred for this person. It would be quite striking and full of loathing."
He stared at me but shook his head, "Whatever, I just need to give these to an ex-slut who cheated on me."
I leaned over the counter, "It's gonna take me a minute so you can just hang out and i'll be done in a few." He nodded and leaned against the counter. I ran to the back of the shop and came back with the arrangement of "Fuck you" flowers. I sat in my chair and started to arrange and cut the flowers.
I looked up at the boy, "Cartman is it? I've heard about you around school. I think your locker is a few down from mine, not sure though."
His head snapped over and he looked at me thoughtfully. "And you're <y/n>. No complaints about you. You don't talk and you stay outta the way. That's pretty cool I guess.." He trailed off and looked out the window, the light reflecting off his chubby face.
I had zoned out when I was looking at him and only snapped out when my flower scissors caught my finger, causing blood to start pouring from my middle finger. "Ow, shit!" I screamed as I scrambled to find some paper towels.
Cartman turned and say the blood pooling in the hand that was holding my finger. He shot up and grabbed some tissues from the front of the shop, "The fuck is wrong with you?" He screeched as he started to wrap my finger in paper towels.
I looked at him again, the tissue starting to soak up more blood. I pointed to the box of tissues, "More please?" I handed me the box and I wrapped my finger, going back to working on the "Fuck you" flower set.
He shook his head, "You okay?" I nodded and smiled, continuing to cut and shape the bouquet. Once I finished them I handed him the perfectly arranged flowers with a small fancy card that said "Fuck you, slut." In perfect cursive, per Cartman's request.
The next day, I felt a thick hand on my shoulder when I was pulling some books from my locker and I turned to see Cartman, "Hey, so.. thank's for the flowers or whatever. I think the message came across to that bitch.. Uh.. How's your hand?"
He pointed to my wrapped finger and I glanced at it for a second, "O-oh, that's good and it's doing really well for it only being a day, thanks for asking, actually!"
He shrugged, "It's cool, I guess.." I nodded and started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, accidentally forcing me into his chest.
"Oh shit, sorry I just.. Can I come buy some more flowers tonight?" He asked, stuttering a bit.
I shrugged and looked down, "I don't see why.. Do I need to make another set of "Fuck you" flowers?" I giggled a bit.
He laughed and shook his head, "Nah, just getting a gift for someone who I think is pretty cool I guess.." He trailed off and let go of my arm. He waved and walked off. I couldn't help but think to myself how cute that chubby boy was. He wasn't an asshole to me so he seemed pretty cool.
Later that day while I was in the shop playing on my phone, I heard the bell ring and the familiar slap of money on the counter. I glanced up and saw Cartman.
"Let's get started." I stood up, "Okay, what kind of flowers do you want. What message do you want these flowers to give off."
He shrugged, "I dunno, I kind of want it to say 'I really like you and I think we should be together.', but maybe you should just choose some of your favorite's because I don't know what she like's and I kind of want it to be special. I think that she'll really like all your favorites."
I shrugged and turned, "Hopefully she likes red and pink roses that complement pink alstroemeria.." I started to gather the flowers and the supplies to make the bouquet.
He smirked, "She's going to love them.."
I finished the bouquet in a few minutes and looked up at him, "Would you like to add a message?"
He nodded, "I want it to say, 'Would you like to go on a date?'.. Kind of strong but hopefully she says yes."
I smiled and started to write the message for him on the small card and stuck it in the flowers. "Hope she loves them!" I handed him the arrangement and watched him leave out the door. Damn.. there goes my chances with him. Hope she says yes..
I got to school the next day and opened my locker, only to see the exact bouquet I had made sitting in my locker. I raised an eyebrow and looked around, looking for Cartman. I turned back to my locker and a few seconds later, the familiar hand of none other than Cartman was resting on my shoulder.
I turned to him and looked him in the eyes, "Those were for me?" I questioned him.
He nodded and pulled them from my locker, pressing my against it in the process. He smiled at me, "So? Whatd'ya say? How does a date with me sound?"
I smiled, "I'd love to go on a date with you."
"Woohoo!" The boy screamed and handed the flowers I made back to me, "How about I wait for you after school and we go down to the arcade and grab some pizza."
I smirked, "That sounds perfect." I kissed him on the cheek and tucked my flowers into my locker, "I'll see you after school, okay?"
I heard him start to walk away and I grabbed his arm, pulling him back to me and landing a kiss on him. He kissed back after about half a second and leaned me against my locker, the crowd of people ignoring us completely. He pulled back and smiled at me, "See you after school, <y/n>."
