Flower Boy [l.h]

Chapter 1

"As to what our memorable former students say 'Here's to teenage memories!' Thank you and congratulations graduates." Our valedictorian ended her speech.

Here's to teenage memories. Thank you Jenna. For that speech that made me think of Luke. Here's to teenage memories. Yes Luke. Here's to teenage memories.

He never said a word to me after his big break. What happened to always? Always, always, always. Bullshit. I never thought that good-bye would be the last thing I'd hear from him. Truly is a good-bye. It's been years since I'd last seen him, we made plans after graduation. To live together in a small apartment where my grandpa used to live, since it's near the college we both wanted to go. Now it's graduation and he's probably in Europe right now opening up for One Direction, which by the way is one of my favorite band and he never bothered called me to introduce myself to them.

I know, I know I guess I'm over reacting but it hurts. It hurts. It hurts knowing that the person I love isn't talking to me. It hurts that there is a possibility he has forgotten about me. It hurts that the person I love doesn't love me anymore.

Take deep breaths Lauren, it's graduation day just take deep breaths.

"Lauren Patricia Maine." Principal Werner called, I stood up placing my right hand on top of my red graduation hat to prevent it from falling off my head. As I went up the stage, he handed my diploma and shook hands with him. I walked down with my diploma on my hand. Finally.

Graduation ended, some were crying and some were happy to leave. I ran to my family and gave them a big hug.

"My little girl graduated!" My mom exclaimed. "Let me see that diploma of yours." She grabbed my diploma and took a serious look and smiled.

"We're very proud of you. So sad we can't watch you working very hard in New York." My dad said, yes, I'm going to New York. I got accepted in New York University and decided to study there. "Do have to leave tomorrow?"

"I have to. I need to get used to New York and memorize where I have to go when I need to go to that place." I explained. "And besides Aunt Karen and Uncle John will take good care of me and guide me this Summer." I told them.

"Just promise us that you will call us and skype with us." Mom said, that's what I said when Luke was about to leave.

"I promise." I said honestly. Exactly the same words he used. But broke it, just like how he broke me.

"Come on, we have a celebratory dinner to attend." Dad wrapped his arms around my mom and I and dragged both us to the car.

After the celebratory dinner three of us went home. I walked up to my empty room, my stuff are all packed and my room is completely empty. A small floral box was on top of my bed. I sat on the edge of my bed and took off the lid. I small smile formed my lips, memories. Pictures of my best friends and I, love letters from my past admirers, and a small dead daisy that a secret admirer that was found taped on my locker during year nine. It was the first ever flower he gave me. He tapes these different types of flowers with a poem, song or a letter attached to it. My friends and I didn't know who he was so we called him Flower Boy. But at the end of year nine, he gave me this map that will guide me to him. It lead me to the small garden at the back of the school, flower petals spelt his name 'L U K E'. It was sweet and it instatly made me like him because of how much effort he put into it and how cute he was that he was too shy to reveal himself earlier. Flower Boy.

"Skype alright? Don't forget." Mom said as she let go of hugging me for the sixth time. I'm not exaggerating, six times. the announcemnt of boarding my plane was announced three minutes ago, my mom and dad couldn't let go of me.

"Yes mom, now I have to go. I might miss my flight." I told them, tears formed their eye. I grabbed both of their hands. "I love you okay, never forget that."

"We love you sweetie. Okay. Okay. Go. We'll miss you." Dad said, I let go of their hands and walked to the entrance of my plane.

Leaving home means leaving all the memories I have created good and bad.