The Flower's Magic [A B1A4 FanFic] complete

Part 3

It seemed like Ami sank in the sea forever. How am I not dead? As she hit the cold bottom, some sun rays began to light up the ocean, to the point it was too bright. I wonder where the rose will send me now.. somewhere peaceful at least. Ami covered her eyes and traveled to another world. She felt pillows, blankets and someone's back.

Ami glanced at her surroundings, she was in a decorative tent the size for two people. It was nicely built with white and blue sheets. She was sitting on the ground on top of many different colored blankets. A slumber party? She looked to her right and saw a yellow radio with annoying music playing. She reached her hand out to turn it off, and when she was near the radio, she saw someone else's hand reach for it, their hands met. She slowly turned around to see who it was.

A young, purple haired man was sitting behind her, their backs touching. She made eye contact with him and he was surprised, did he not know I was here? Ami started to wonder how all these weird places were generated and how she was chosen to go to specific ones. It was quite stressful. The man, she internally decided to call "flower boy" because of the flower designs on his shirt, shifted onto his back and pulled out a book. Ami did the same and closed her eyes on a mustard yellow pillow.

Ami regained her senses and felt someone's breathing. The flower boy's face was dangerously close to hers. Get out. She shifted slightly, not wanting to startle him. She looked up and his face didn't move an inch. He moved closer to her, Ami wanted to move back but she knew this magical world could kill her if she did something wrong.

A light bulb flickered in the back, threatening to go out. They both looked back at it, flower boy started to get up and he crawled to the entrance of the tent. He lifted the white satin and extended his hand to Ami, who was still lying down. She took it shyly and he helped her out.

Much to her surprise, the tent was inside a ballroom, the same one she was in a few hours ago. The only differences were that the lights were dimmer, fireflies were inside the room, and a blue suitcase was near the tent. Maybe he knows the other boy? Now that Ami looks at it, the tent isn't at all big.

"Hey!" Ami said, the flower boy turned around surprised at her sudden outburst. "You must know the other boy who was here. You know, the one with black hair and a white tuxedo." Flower boy stared into the distance as if in deep thought. He faced Ami with a smile. I take that as a yes. I should ask about the magician, but I feel like I'll be too nosy.

Ami patted down her floral dress down a bit, it was somewhat long and held by spaghetti straps. She noticed her hair was down and a flower was keeping it out of her face. Did flower boy do this? The fireflies were swarming around Ami at this point, she lightly touched one and saw the whole world turn black and white. Everything was frozen. Oops. She saw cracks form on the floor, walls and the ceiling.

Perhaps this world will kill me after all. Pieces of the ceiling started to fall off and Ami ran around looking for shelter. She opened the door at the other end, and inside of it was another dark vacuum, the world she was in was not very big. She turned around only to see the flower boy on the ground with pieces of the ceiling covering him. Its better to jump than to die.