You told your family all about your summer in Beacon Hills, California with your uncle. That is if you didn't get interrupted by your sister. Who never could manage loquacious parliamentary pendant. Though, at times you were greatful for it inpatients. Some details you vowed to keep to yourself almost slipped.
Liam. You vowed to yourself to never mention him to your loved ones. Loving in love with someone in the summer-to put it blatantly- is ridiculously archetypal. Even before the representation of Greece people fell for each other all the time in the summer. Yours and Liams story was no different. Met, when on cute dates, found things in common, tried out new things, fell in love, then had to be separated by the end of the summer.
You remembered all the dates at the movies, sometimes even sneaking in. The most memorable was when you went to the Dollar Store, bought eleven types of candy and a bowl. You put the candy in the bowl and place it on your stomach, being held up by your shirt. Making everyone believe you were pregnant. You loved the look on everyone's face you kept the gag going with his friends. Stiles nearly fainted. However Lydia told everyone you couldn't that size in the first trimester. They all relaxed after that.
Or the stargazing on his roof. You argued over what the "imaginary" shapes looked like-his words-. Looking at the stars just didn't seem the same anymore.
The scariest memory was when he proclaimed his love for you. It was at the beach. Something you had begged him to do. Then he said he loved you. You told him to loved him, too, but how long would it last. You were leaving the fallowing week.
Now you were back to your mundane life, forced to do the distaff house work, whilst your parents went out. No adventure, no friends, no love. Just that. You never told Liam about it. Knowing he'd take pity on you. After all his family came from a rich background. You'd avoid talking about it, and thankfully he didn't push you to tell him.
Months past and you where still bored. At least now you were working at a flower shop in town to earn money to move. Deep down you'd love to move in Beacon Hills to be with Liam, but the chances he'd still love you are slim. So instead you looked at real-estate a few towns over.
It was February Vacation for Colleges. It became obvious when some of the scholars came in to buy flowers for their significant others or mothers. It was one of the busiest times of the year-other than Valentines Day- do to them being away. You longed for a moment like that to happen to you.
Ms. Noone-your boss-requested your assistants in the back to help create bouquets for a 25th wedding anniversary. She was close friends with the couple, and demanded they be perfect. You couldn't help but find it adorable, how a sweet little old lady, could turn into the lead perfectionist in a matter of moments.
"(Y/n)! There's a young man out here who claims your the only person to pick out the right (F/f) bouquet" your co-worker shouted you. You look over to Ms. Noone and she nodded in approval, before return to her work.
You took off your gloves making your way to the front. Confusion settling in. Why you? You loved (F/f) sure, but you only told one person that.
"Liam?" You gasped, seeing him standing with a grin on his face, eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
"Hey, (N/n)" he nervously scratch the back of his neck." I know it's been awhile, and you probably don't love me anymore-"
You shut him up with kiss.
He never stopped loving you after all.
