Jaspar One Shots

No.10 The Flower Shop

A/N: I thought of this because I work at my aunt's flower shop and I imagined this happening to me and my crush, then realized I could make this into a one shot!

Summary: Joe works at his aunt's flower shop. One day Caspar comes in looking for flowers for his mom. Though the flowers are gorgeous, they're nothing compared to the worker who helps Caspar find the perfect flowers.

Warnings: Um, I don't know.

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Joe's POV

The day I started working at my aunt's flower shop is the day that it hit me that I wasn't a kid anymore. I was going to work for my money. Work. No more lazying around home, watching whatever happens to be on TV. I now have a job.

It's kind of weird to think that my friends are all working, too. Except most of them work at the local grocery store. I applied there seven months ago, and they haven't called me in yet. At first I was upset, but after hearing my friends complain about working there, I felt better about my job.

I work at my aunt's store Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Sometimes Saturday if she needs me. Today was Friday, so after school I'm heading over there. I'm currently in my last class, spacing off as usual. I'm sorry, but if teachers don't want students falling asleep during their class, they need to make it interesting! Or at least let us take a forty-five minute nap!

"Settle down, everyone! I know the bell is about to ring but that doesn't mean you start packing up!" our science teacher yelled.

Five seconds after our teacher yelled this the bell rang. Students got up and started to file out the door, including me. 

"Sit down! The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do!" our teacher screamed, trying to get order.

"Actually, the bell tells us when class is over, not you!" Caspar yelled back at the teacher.

I laughed at his comment. Caspar must've heard me because he turned his head towards me and smiled and winked. I immediately stopped laughing and turned red. I continued walking towards my locker to grab my bag and head to my car.

If you haven't already guessed, I have a crush on Caspar. Sadly, Caspar and I aren't friends. Okay, that's a lie. We are friends. We're not best friends. But being friends is better than not being friends, so I'm halfway there.

I got in my car and pulled out of the parking lot. I arrived at my aunt's flower shop just in time. I work from 4:00-5:00 p.m. because school doesn't get out until 3:30. And because her shop closes at 5:00.

"Hello aunt Izzy, hey Val," I greeted. My aunt's full name is Isabelle, but people call her Izzy. Val is my cousin, and her full name is Valerie.

"Hello J-dog," my aunt greeted teasingly, knowing that I hate the name J-dog.

"Aunt Izzy, I don't call myself that anymore," I groaned.

When I was younger, around five years old, I thought that I wanted to be a DJ-rapper and my stage name would be J-dog. Now aunt Izzy teases me about it anytime she can.

"Why not? I really liked the name," my aunt commented. 

"Ma, quit being mean to Joe," Val scolded.

"Ah, he knows I'm just joking," aunt Izzy said.

Despite my aunt being fifty-nine years old, she's really fun to hang out with. She's really easy going and super laid back. I loved hanging out with her when I was younger. Now I'm working for her. Oh where had the time gone? Wait. That makes me sound like an actual adult. I take that back.

"Yeah, I know. Joe, since you're here, you can vacuum up front," Val said.

"Okay," I replied.

It didn't take long to vacuum. Once I was done I went to the back, where my aunt works on the flower arrangements, to see what else she wanted me to do. I don't usually do much, seeing it's the last hour and that's when things start to slow down.

"Um, can you bring these flowers to the cooler for me, please?" aunt Izzy asked. 

I took the vase of flowers from her and walked to the front of the store. When I shut the cooler door I heard the ringing of the bell. I looked towards the door and I saw Caspar. He looked at me and smiled. I stared at him, shocked that he came here.

"Hello Caspar, how may I help you?" I asked, once I was over my initial shock.

"I need flowers for my mom. Her birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to make sure I ordered them," Caspar said.

"Okay. What were you thinking of? We have these already made flowers in the cooler or we could quick make one up for you," I said.

Caspar walked over to the cooler and examined the flowers. "Ooh, this one!" Caspar exclaimed, pointing towards our most expensive bouquet.

"Alright. Just wait here a second so I can get a pen and paper so I can write this down," I said.

"Okay," Caspar answered. Then I turned and left.

"Who is it?" aunt Izzy asked.

"It's Caspar. He's my friend from school."

"Oh. What does he need?"

"Flowers for his mom, but he already picked out the flowers. I'm just looking for a pen and paper so I can write down what he picked," I explained.

"Ah, okay. Here's pen and paper."

"Thanks," I said, then left.

At first, I didn't see Caspar. He wasn't where I left him. I started to scan the store and found him looking at some other flowers.

"Um, I have some pen and paper," I said. I didn't want to disturb Caspar, but at the same time I didn't want to seem like a creep, just staring and watching him.

"Great!" Caspar said. 

"Okay, so you want the pink Chrysanthemum arrangement. And, when are you going to pick this up? And are you going to pay now or when you pick it up?" I asked. 

"Yep. Is it alright if I pick this up at 9:30 tomorrow morning? And I'll pay for it right now, if you don't mind," Caspar replied.

"No problem. I'll ring you up over here," I said, pointing at the counter.

"Okay, so you're total will be $29.75."

Caspar handed me thirty dollars. "Out of thirty?" I don't know why, but everyone always seem to do that. Like, if they give you more than what the total is, you always say how much they gave you out loud in a rhetorical question. Weird.

"We will keep that nice for you. Have a great day," I smiled.

"Thanks. And before I leave, I just want to say how gorgeous the flowers are," Caspar complimented.

"Oh, thank you. I actually did the one you bought," I said proudly.

"I figured. And although they are gorgeous, they will never be as gorgeous as the person who made them," Caspar said, smiling at me.

My face turned red as a cherry. He quickly kissed my cheek and left, but not before he winking at me.

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A/N: Another bad one shot. I don't like the ending to this one, but I don't really know how to end it otherwise. If I remember, I'll fix the ending so it's a bit more bearable.