You had no idea whom these boys were. They claimed you knew something that you really didn't and it was starting to aggravate you. Who were they? and why could this asshole behind you restrain you so easily with just one arm? Answers would come in d...
(y/n) walks down along the path, not in a rush to be anywhere. Did she have a home? yes. Was there anything there in particular that needed tending to at this very moment? not exactly. The cat was at the vet still for another weekend, and the world would keep spinning if she didn't get home and turn off the bathroom light so she could save some money on the bills
(y/n) did have a sense of wanderlust and it would be that now the idea struck her to go to the flower fields. Despite living close to a city it was also surprisingly green in the area. Lots of forestry and plenty of things like zoo's used for tourism. It was an odd idea to go to school in the middle of a city but live relatively quietly on the outskirts of the city border.
She liked it that way however as she continued to smile thinking of going to the fields with her closest friend. (f/n) had finally found out what she wanted to major in and had been pursuing it since the end of freshmen year. (y/n) supported her only feeling small pangs of jealousy when she saw how passionate (f/n) was about it. Sometimes she wished she had a path in life like that but wandering and going wherever the world saw fit also seemed to fit (y/n) well.
She felt the first jagged rock try and pierce its way through her shoe and (y/n) knew she was getting close to her home. The driveway had always been unfriendly towards anyone who tried to tread on it. (y/n) remembered when she tried to ride a bike to get to class but ended up falling to the side and getting some nasty scrapes on the side of her leg. She smiled remembering how much (f/n) had worried when she finally got to class with scores of bandages along her right thigh.
(y/n) sighed in contentment and went inside her house closing the door as she got ready to inform her friend of the definite last minute meetup she wanted to do.
~~~(Y/N) P.O.V~~~
I sighed breathlessly as I walked with light feet through the field. (f/n) had agreed to come after some coaxing. I would've gone anyway but it felt better to share this experience with her. No matter how many times I set foot in this field the magic never faded from it. The flowers in all their beauty coloring everything that wasn't the pavement in shades so pure. I didn't feel at home here, I never felt at home anywhere, but places like these I knew I would always come back to. My earbuds played the small melody as I walked so purposefully aimless through the field. I thought I heard the faint calling of (f/n) but something else caught my eye. Someone I would soon find, was standing in the middle of the orange and yellow section of marigolds.
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I walked closer knowing (f/n) would be able to handle a few more minutes without me there, it wouldn't be the first time I was "lost" (sometimes I really was but I decided to not tell (f/n) that). He had orange hair just like the marigolds. Intrigued I walked closer to find that he seemed to be looking up in almost the opposite direction of me. His mouth slightly open, eye's half lidded, but he wasn't saying anything. He held something in his hand quite large. I kept walking, now only a quarter mile of flower in between me and him, and I recognized the item as a hibiscus. It was the most stunning one I had ever seen in all my time at these fields. A pang of sadness went through me when I realized for him to be holding it he must have picked it, therefore the flower wouldn't last till the next 2 hours.
After that thought I continued to observe the hibiscus while walking closer, but at a significantly slower pace now, it was blindingly yellow. Yet this factor made it all the more magnetic. I found myself subconciously reaching to grab the flower in his grasp, he still hadn't noticed me and, regrettably, I hadn't noticed that now I was practically standing next to him. My hand grazed over the first large yellow petal and-
"(y/n)!"
(f/n)'s extra loud shout caught me off gaurd as I closed my palms instinctively and ended up tearing off one of the petals. The noise seemed to startle the boy as well because his jaw snapped shut and his eyes opened wide in alert. He swiftly turned to me with an unreadable expression in his eyes and his stance becoming almost hostile. His eyes landed on me and then wandered to the torn petal in my left hand. I had my eyes wide as well, mouth suddenly dry as I met eyes with the stranger, when he stopped looking at my hand to observe my face. One of my earbuds fell out and landed against my bag. The sound almost deafening in the silence between us.
"(y/n)!"
(f/n)'s more urgent and irritated call snapped me out of my daze. I swiftly turned around letting go of the petal in my hand. I ran as fast as I could without crushing any flowers to make it back to the path. I didn't catch the way his expression shifted from that unreadable one to surprise and the way his shoulders relaxed. Nor did I catch the way his mouth opened and his arm reached out, almost in an apparent attempt to call back to me. I got on the pavement and sprinted full force to where I knew (f/n) would be. Leaving the boy in the dust.
