You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

It was common knowledge that George was colourblind, he complained constantly about how colours would blend together and look identical. For obvious reasons, blue was his favourite colour, considering it was the only colour that stood out from the others. He took Y/N's hand into his with a sharp exhale, "you're my blue".

"i lov-e you." ~~~~~ GEORGE DONT READ THIS 《complete》

"In a classroom? Wow, you're getting brave." Clay laughed as he looked around the room, "Never expected this out of you." I walked up to him, stopping right in front of him, our eyes locked onto each other. The grin disappeared from his face, my eyes red with fiery. I raised my hand to slap him, he grabbed my wrist. He scoffed, "Oh come one, you really shouldn't hit people." His grin appeared back onto his face as he inched closer to me. I stood there in silence and stillness, my hand frozen still with his finger's grip on it. ~~~~~~~~ Was it destiny that put us together or what pulled us apart? ~~~~~~~~ This shit is enemies to lovers trope