flowers//newtmas {SLOW UPDATES}

ONE

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newt sighed. he loved being a florist, he really did but his workspace was just so... not him. the walls were covered with a caliginous wallpaper which was already peeling. it was as if the brick walls were trying to escape from being suffocated by the wallpaper. a few pretty paintings were hung up as newt's attempt to brighten up the place and cover up the holes in the wall.

he wished he could afford to revamp the whole building and all the furniture. there were only a few pieces of furniture in the musky shop. the front desk which was made out of a brown-stained wood and looked as if it was about to collapse any second, newt's chair which was placed behind the table and was cushioned with a dark emerald velvet material and a few small tables with a variety of flowers and bouquets neatly organised on top.

the space was just so dull and lifeless. the only things bright in the room were the delicate petals on the flowers, newt's knitted sweater that his grandma made for him and his chain necklace which glistened in the sunlight.

he dreamed of having a flower shop like the one on the north side of town. oh how wonderful that shop was, it had pastel pink walls and white, wooden flooring. the place was clean, it didn't have graffiti scattered all over the walls like newt's shop. instead, it had many different flowers in many different flower pots surrounding the entire area. inside was even better. the shop had a small café where you could sit down and watch the perfect people walking past the squeaky clean window while sipping a luscious hot chocolate. it felt so calming and welcoming, you'd never want to leave, you would just want to walk around in loops, admiring the stunning flowers. the scent of fresh cut flowers always filled the air and it was heavenly.

of course newt would never admit his admiration for the dreamy shop as he had to keep his reputation as the troublemaker up. he already got made fun of for working as a florist, who knows how his best friend minho and others would tease him for adoring the pastel pink shop in the north side of town.

he wished things were different in the world he lived in. he wished south siders realised that not being obsessed with all things dark was okay and normal. he wished that the north siders would treat the south siders with respect and realise that they weren't that bad. he wished that every time he drove into the north side on his motorcycle, everyone wouldn't look at him like he was a monster, like he didn't deserve to be surrounded by such beautiful nature. he wished he could walk into the delightful flower shop without having eyes burning into the back of his head and people watching his every move, like he was about to do something treacherous. he wished everything would be normal again. he wished for something amazing to happen and fill newt with joy. he needed it.

A/N- oh my gosh i didn't realise how scary publishing the first chapter is! hopefully it's okay :,) make sure to let me know if i've made any mistakes or want to give me tips on how to write better! (i definitely need them)
thank you for reading! lots of love and hugs -jaime <3