Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Fuck You

A/N - help me

John's POV

   I work in my father's flower shop. It's not much but I love it. The smell, the colors, the people. Guys come in on valentines and beg me for roses. Young people come in and great their grandmothers favorite flowers who's on their death bed. It cheers me up to see compassion and love come into my shop. I tapped rhythmically on the front desk and sighed heavily. Today was a slow day and I was bored out of my mind sitting on that stool. Suddenly the bell on the door rang and a man darted in. He was short and in good shape. He had chocolate hair and hazel eyes that seemed to twinkle. He had a bit of facial hair and his hair was tied up in the worlds messiest ponytail.
   "Welcome to Laurens Flo-"
   "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Question." He put his hand in a blade on the desk in front of me and I chuckled.
   "Rough day?"
   "About to be."
   "Oh really?"
   "How do you say fuck you in flower?" I burst out laughing and nearly fell off my stool. "I'm serious, Laurens!" The man groaned and pulled his hair.
   "Relax. Why are you saying fuck you?"
   "I'm breaking up with my shitty girlfriend so I can ask out the guy I've had my eye on for weeks." I giggled and hopped off my stool.
   "Why is she shitty?"
   "She won't let me talk to other people. I'm bisexual so I must be after everyone." He scoffed and followed me into the shop.
   "How are you going to end it?"
   "I was gonna give her flowers with a note that said fuck you and I was gonna give a whole speech about how our relationship wilted just like these flowers will and the she should keep them so she knows she's a shitty person." He explained, I laughed and started putting flowers together. When I finished I handed it to him and smiled. "This says fuck you?"
   "Yellow carnations for 'I'm disappointed' and orange lilies for 'I hate you'. Geraniums for stupidity and a single rose just for you." The man blushed and I blushed more. "That's not what I meant! I just meant you analogy you wanted to use. Roses stand for romance so you can give it to her and tell her to watch it wilt like your relationship!"
    "You really caught my drift,-"
   "John."
   "John...cute name." I blushed and handed him the flowers. "I'm Alexander Hamilton But you can call me Alex."
   "Well, Alex, I wish you best of luck." He paid and left the shop. I sighed heavily flopped in my stool, putting my head in my hands trying to stop blushing. 

Time Skip brought to you by Eliza's shattered heart

   It's been a week or so since Alex asked for fuck you flowers and I can't help but wonder how it went. I couldn't help but feel like I recognized him from somewhere. I'm chilling on my shift and watering some of the flowers and weeding out the dead ones. I heard the bell and looked over to find a smiling Alex.
   "Hey!"
   "I wanted to come and thank you. The rose was beautiful touch." I chuckled and put my spray bottle in my apron. "I have one more thing to ask though."
   "And what's that?"
   "How do you say 'I've had my eyes on you for awhile but I've never actually had the courage to talk to you'?" I chuckled and thought for a moment.
   "How about-" I started looking around and Alex followed. "-roses cause dah." Alex giggled and I smiled. "Red Carnations for admiration. Pink Tulips to declare your love. Some Sedum to cure broken hearts."
   "This'll work?"
   "Hey, who works in a fucking flower shop?" I teased.
   "Alright, alright, flower boy." He paid and thanked me and was on his way. I felt a little jealous, was I actually crushing on him? Not possible. I closed up shop and headed home. I kept thinking of Alex and it took forever to fall asleep.

   I woke bright and early and headed off to my usual coffee shop. My friend Martha was at the register and there was barista going thirty miles an hour behind her. I placed my order and waited by the couches. When my order was called I grabbed it and frowned at the latte in my hand. There was beautiful cream heart in the center and cinnamon on top. I love cinnamon but it wasn't in my order. I checked the side of the cup and indeed saw my name. I drank it and headed to work. I tied my apron on and got to work. I sprayed flowers and weeded out the dead ones. A few people came in and a couple girls flirted with me. I was nearing the end of the day when the bell rang and I looked up. Alex stood staring at me with the flowers from yesterday in his hand and a sad expression.
"Hey." I smiled, Alex sighed heavily and slumped against the shop counter.
"Hey."
"They didn't work?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect them to work."
"Why?"
"Because I haven't given them to him yet." I opened my mouth to reply but Alex smiled and held the flowers out to me. "Hello, John Laurens." I blushed and stared.
"I thought you said you've been eyeing him for weeks!"
"I have."
"Stalker." I laughed, Alex giggled and smiled mischievously.
"I work at the coffee shop you frequent."
"YOU PUT THE HEART IN MY COFFEE?!"
"Yup."
"Fuck you."
"Awwwwww, come on! I saw you smile." He cooed. "So...are you taking the flowers or..."
"Give me those." I giggled and snatched them up. "I thought I recognized you somewhere."
"So...do you wanna go get dinner or..."
"Let me close up."
"Score."

A/N - trash