I just had this idea. Don't judge me
Sunny Monroe stood frozen and staring at the dressing room unable to blink. Not a square inch was uncovered by sunflowers. It was like a blanket of snow had fallen over the entire place. But there was a disturbance in the flower force. Sonny waded over to the place her dresser use to be, almost feeling guilty that she was tampering with this perfect layout.
A small piece of paper was on the floral cube that was once furniture. She glanced at the script on the note.
It seamed fitting
A large smile crept upon her face. They were obviously from her boyfriend Andrew.
Sonny Monroe ran into the cafeteria, her eyes darting around until she found her target: Andrew. He worked in the cafeteria, so Sonny no longer ate slug. He had the deepest blue eyes you would ever see, He had an award winning smile, and could charm a mountain lion. He was handsome and he loved her. Sonny stopped thinking about it when she realized she was describing the wrong person.. She was still smiling when she ran into someone warm. Speak of the devil.
"What do you want Chad?" there was venom in her voice.
"You ran into me, remember?"
"You stepped right in front of me!"
"I wanted some food Monroe, and this is were the line starts.'
"Why are you so smug, Chad?"
"I could ask you the same thing. But if you must know, I did something nice today."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes"
"What'd ya do?"
Chad seamed taken aback by that, and a little embarrassed.
"Aren't you gonna tell me?"
Chad took out a napkin, and scribbled something on it.
"Go thank your boyfriend for the flowers. Then read this. Better yet, get him to rewrite the note."
"How_"
"Go"
Sonny walked over to Andrew a little suspicious.
"Thanks for the flowers," it sounded more like a question than an expression of gratitude.
"Did you like them?"
"Yeah. They were beautiful."
"Oh… glad you… think so"
"Can you hold on a second?"
"Sure" Sonny took the napkin and unfolded it.
It seamed fitting
"I especially loved your note,"
"Yeah it was pretty great, wasn't it?"
"Uh huh, my favorite part was when you complimented my eyes,"
"Yeah, that's my favorite part to,"
"I thought so" she took a cup of soda and poured it on his head, "Here, take a napkin," he took the napkin out of her hand and read the inscription:
It seamed fitting
I know it was mush, but, I mean, well. Forget it. Just review, and spare my fragile heart.
