Flower Shop Camellias

Pink Roses

"Yes! Yes of course!" 

"Really?" 

"You are truly remarkable Lance. I can't thank you enough for fulfilling my dream." 

Allura's eyes sparked as she clutched the slightly wilted Juniberry flower in her hands. Even though the sun had set and only her front porch light illuminated her face Lance thought that she was as gorgeous as she had ever been. She was completely enamored with the delicate petals. 

"Well, where do you want to meet up? Or should I pick? Considering that you're new in town." The sunny boy winked. 

"You decide! Clearly you know much of the wonders of this town and I would be delighted to see them." She jumped up and down  in her excitement. 

"Alright." Lance shot her a proud grin and then remembered. "Here let me." 

He gently took the flower from her hand and tucked it behind her long, swooping white locks. The stark contrast of the two colors was remarkable. The dazzling girl blushed from the gesture and fiddled with it in her hair. 

"H-how does it look?" 

"You look so stunning Allura." 

He took his fingers to brush stray strands of her hair behind the flower. Lance felt like his head was spinning. Lightly his fingers fell farther down to trace the skin under her chin. Immediately he regretted it once she stood back, started. 

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean--" 

"--Its alright." 

Lance watched in horror as the girl seemed to shrink a little and hugged her arms to herself. 

Shit. I blew it, God, I never think...She thinks I'm a creep.  

A gust of wind blew in between the space that distanced them. The wind chimes tethered to the porch violently clanged against each other into some nonsensical song. The flower delicately resting behind Allura's ear flew away from it's position. 

"No!" Allura grabbed out in desperation. 

Lance stumbled over the furniture as the flower skidded along the wood floor. Seconds before it flew into the darkness of the grass he grabbed it. 

"Thank you." Allura gingerly took it back, without making eye contact. "Shall I see you on Wednesday then?" 

Lance wanted to scream he was so relieved that he hadn't blown it. 

"Yes, yes. I'll meet you here at 4?" He hesitantly said. 

She nodded then retreated into her house. In spite of himself Lance did a victory dance on her front porch as the wind blew in again and the chimes gave him an obscure tune to dance to. 

                                                                                               ~*~ 

Keith slid the back door shut and stood there for a moment. The dark interior of the house surrounded him. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and felt the crumpled petals. It was right where he had left it. He lazily leaned in to the sliding glass door and lightly knocked is forehead against it. This is a mess. This is a disaster. A low groan escaped from Keith's mouth as he let himself wallow for a moment. He ran the silky-soft petals through his fingertips, somehow it felt soothing. 

The dark haired boy threw his keys onto the table and missed. They gave a pathetic clang as they hit the ground. Everything felt pathetic. He flipped the kitchen lights on and went to get himself something to eat.  Angrily, he tore the fridge door open to find it empty again. This was no surprise. Shiro did most of the shopping considering he was the one with the car. When he was gone most days, getting food in the house was pretty rare. Most of Keith's meals were obscure creations made up of left over odds and ends. Today's dinner was a couple of toaster waffles lathered with the last scrapings of strawberry jam. He chewed the limp waffle in slow bites, his eyes glued to the table spaced out.