short stories ♢ t.j.

Flowers

*hello frens, I'm glad you're here to waste your time on my chapters. Please enjoy anyways..*

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*fluff*

Thankfully, my soft daffodil hands are covered by the warmth of my sheets. The white, stainless and rough shirt rubs on my shoulders, as I adjust my comfort.

Breaths burst bubbles in the colorful interior walls when the singing smile from the window chants. The sun has features of its own, but you can never look at them truly.

Crinkled, my bed huddles together and shuffles as I put my weight on my feet. The emptiness of my bumpy skin tingles every inch. Walls blow the the fire; delicate pink float around on clouds to sing a joyful good morning.

Pulling the tight, but loose cream skater skirt hugs my curves and stomach; shaping my length. The daily routine of daily life whispers the numerical list in my ear and head.

Lastly, the sweet scented baby pink over sized shirt lays on top of my torso and I blend in with the walls. Skintone of mine wraps the outfit together with my visual freckles.

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Forgetting my list of chores, I'm already in the streets of Ohio; waiting for something marvelous to happen. Nothing ever happens.

Purple building bounce from my walking and I grin from the quirkiness of mine. The usual black textured roads glisten from the midnight rain and the misty atmosphere.

I see the usual boy with the enchanting hair, the one that twists my wrists from shyness when stares are actioned. His glowing tongue peeks out when his mouth grows upwards and I take the same emotion.

The boy works daily in a floral shop, Starling, a shop that infatuates me with royal blue blooms, bubble gum roses, and yellow crescent sunflowers.

His wink floats to me and my reaction is to blush and pace away with my head low like a scared baby sheep. My feet intertwine and I trip myself from embarrassment. I walk up the hill with no one on the road except me.

This happens everyday; fluffiness of my outfits rest on my frame as he stares suddenly while I blush and bite my lip from him winking through the front window of the flower shop.

I look forward to it everyday, his white smile turns the light in mine as well until it's time to say goodnight. Softly, this is the last day I will pace away, trying to breathe from the mocha eyes.

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I throw on my clothes with my daily routine right in my face and try to seek confidence somewhere in me. The sharp corner to the left repeats again and I see him...waiting for me.

My sleeve is wet from sucking on it and my pointed flats go inwards as my arms angled together tightly for denial. My walk through the flower shop door takes my breath away as he brightens the whole room and I can not see.

Forgetting my lines, forgetting my jokes, I stutter from his existence. I feel his warmth reaching out to me with his touchy cologne thaws his eyes. Purple blooms reflect in his eyes and I could hold back from the dream I fell in.

"H-h-hello...." I whimper, closing my eyes pleading for an answer.

"200 days."

"Pardon?" My eyes open slowly and I examine his outfit again.

"We have made eye-contact for 200 days and you have took your courage to speak to me." He whimpers and his smile got bigger than ever.

"I-I...I just liked your appearance...and the flowersss..as well." Trying to make him giggle.

I can't make eye-contact up close, even though it was part of my daily routine. My chin was raised up and the boy said,

"I would like to know your name...you have such a beautiful frame. I am lucky to see you everyday."

My cheeks have never been this hot and red before as my feet hugged each other from fear and my shoulders widen from success.

"Tyler Joseph...but Tyler is the preferred name"

"That's beautiful, you're softness is so distinct from everyone else in our town." We both giggle and he slowly takes my hand and hugs our fingers together. My mind can't function, my heart dancing and the beat of the song stuck in my head paused.

"My name is Josh, not as gorgeous as yours but..."

"No Josh, I love your name." I can't stop smiling as he can't. The flower shop is all white design with pop colors of flowers burst like a Starburst. It looks like he runs the tiny, but spacious shop.

"I have something for you Tyler Joseph and I think they match you perfectly."

He jogs to the back of the shop as I wait awkwardly and stare at my lace sleeves. My tiny arms compliment the material and the other pieces of the outfit. When he comes back, he has a big bouquet of baby blue and pink flowers that shine from being poured on by water from the rain.

"This collection is for you, I picked them out myself at a flower garden. I-I hope you- um..like them." His stutters sprinkle endorphins in Tyler and he hugs Josh; like he's not a stranger.

"Thank you..they are beautiful. They match my clothing style quite a lot.." I giggle with confidence and a little louder. I am now getting comfortable around him.

"You're very welcome, Tyler Joseph. Those flowers will represent how much I love you. When they die, I will stop loving you."

I frown, but he smiles like that sentence does not stab me. He loves me....

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The days have passed and I painfully wait for the flowers to die and I could not help but to stream a tear down my foundation cheek as there are only two flowers left.

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The next day, there was only one flower left and I waited until it died and I lingered with denial.

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My emotions rose, shoulders mold into a happy memory of Josh saying hello at his flower shop.
That last baby blue flower never died, it was a fake flower.

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I hope you liked that frens, I'll come back with another one soon.

byyee!!

*t.j.*