My Flower

I love her

Julian's POV
Her tangled mess of red hair haunts me. Ever since the first day in the coffee shop, I can't stop thinking about her. She's just so cute! I think about her green eyes and the splatter of freckles across her nose.

"I have to have her."

My palms begin to sweat as I rub-down the counters. She's late! She is always here by 6:30. What if she is sick?
I take a breath and close my eyes, she probably just ran behind today. Just at the right second, she walks through the door, she is wearing a yellow shirt and denim jacket today. I think of the first time we met, and how gently her hand grazed mine as she paid for her order. I now have her order memorized, a chocolate chip frappuccino every day.

"Good morning Julian!" She happily chirps as she strides up to the counter. My heart feels as if it is going to burst, the way she says my name makes my knees wobble.

"Good morning Isabella." I smile and whisper under my breath, "my flower."

After work that night I sit in my car thinking of my sweet Isabella. I want to tell her how I feel about her. Over the past few weeks, I've gained the following information, she is a freshman at Dale Creek High, she is 15 years old, and she lives only a few blocks from the coffee shop. I start my car and take the short drive to her house, the light creeps through a sliver in her curtains and I smile.
She's lucky I'm not some pervert who wants to see her body. She should be more careful.
I catch a glimpse of her red hair and my heart flutters. I decided to look her up on Facebook and other social media, the girl really isn't careful with her information. Even her phone number is posted on her page.

I sigh a bit and take a quick picture of her through the curtains.

"Soon you will be my flower."

Bella's POV
My first day of high school went by in a blur, it has been two weeks since then and it still feels strange.
Music plays from my speaker as I change into my pajamas. My heart skips a beat as something dark passes over the window. After a second glance, I decided that it was nothing and close my curtains just in case. Later that night just as I was drifting off to sleep I felt something soft sweep by my ear and I was sure I heard someone whisper, "goodnight flower".