Creek One-Shots

He Loves Me Or Not?

Flower pellets.

Different colors scattered across the grass.

"He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me!~"

Giggles, smiles, cheers, pounding heart beats.

"I like that flower! That flower knows fate!"

Two boys in the distance, they 'tut' in disgust.

"Maybe I should try another one?~"

A blue anemone. A very beauty of a flower.

"He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me not. He loves me~ He loves me....not."

As the last pellet lands on the ground beside him, a single tear falls.

"He......loves........me.........not?"

The two boys in the distance gave way for another one, another one who walks towards the boy with the flowers.

"His favourite flower.......loves me not...."

"Why waste your time on petty flowers?"

The flower boy jumped, a bright blush flushed his cheeks.

"Their beautiful...."

"That many be true, but why waste your time counting on flowers to tell you if someone loves you or not? Their just flowers."

"But one flower holds the truth."

"And which one would that be?"

The flower boy pointed towards the blue anemone.

"My favourite flower?"

"He loves me not."

"....."

The silence had started, beside the flower boy were flower pellets, but also a lot of blue anemone flowers.

"But if that were so.....then why does my heart pound?"

"Did you run?

"No."

"...."

The silence came back.

"What's your favourite flower?"

"Red roses. Red can be termed as......sexual."

"You have one?"

"Yes."

"Give it here."

The flower boy handed the rose over, being careful not to be pricked by the thorns.

"Okay."

"What do you plan to do with it?"

"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me."

The pellets fell down, the flower boy gulped.

"I could of started with 'He loves me not' and got a 'He loves me not' back. Flowers don't tell you if I person likes you. The person does."

The flower boy picked up a blue anemone, the other boy picked up a red rose.

"Does he love me or not?"

"He loves you."

They exchanged flowers.

The two boys in the distance scoffed in disgust, walking off.

"And he loves you back."

They shared a sweet, short kiss, before heading back into the school grounds.