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.:Roses for You:.
;;a MayxDrew story;;
"Hello. Um, are you retarded?" The boy asked, waving a hand in my face.
"I LOVE your hair!" I blurted, unable to control myself.
DAMN, DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD. I turned five shades of pink.
May Maple, 18. Just an average girl who fantasizes about green-haired stalkers…
Okay, it's not as bad as you think…really….
Just one green-haired stalker in particular.
Okay, how did this all happen again…?
xXx
"Here are your flowers sir! Congratulations on your anniversary! Thank you, bye!" I said while handing a dozen red roses to a young man.
The young man took the bouquet in his hand, nodded, and walked away.
I sighed and closed the door after him, flipping the sign to 'closed.' It had been another day at the Petalburg Flower Shop, and I was tired as hell.
I sunk down into my seat while trying to add up the day's total income in my head. But the big numbers made my head spin, so I took out my calculator. Yes, I fail at math.
"Five hundred forty-eight dollars and sixty-two cents," I muttered to nobody in particular. That was pretty good for today. There was only one thing left on my 'to-do' list: deliver flowers.
I flipped through the pages of my legal pad, trying to read my barely legible scribbles. I turned to the last page, where an address was hastily scribbled down. Hayden residence, 8012 Bloom. Order: Half a dozen red roses.
I sighed. What the hell was with all the orders of red roses today?! Was today Valentine's Day again? Was I missing something?
"Whatever," I mumbled to myself, running to the garden to pick out the order. When I had wrapped them in some shiny paper, put on my coat, flung my bag over my shoulder, and locked the door safely behind me, I headed outside to fulfill the request of this Drew Hayden guy.
"8010 Bloom, 8011 Bloom, 8012 Bloo-HOLY SHIT!!! His house is HUGE!" I gawked.
I stood for a total of four minutes, gawking and mumbling to myself. I know talking to yourself is supposed to be unhealthy…screw it. I'll talk to myself if I want to.
I snapped back to reality and knocked on the door with the heavy brass knocker. (Okay, so there was a doorbell there. Screw the doorbell! I wanna touch that shiny thing….oooohhh, it's so shiny!)
Then, the door opened and a guy with long-ish green hair with bangs steps out. Yeah, you heard right. GREEN hair. Complete with matching green eyes. Green. I loooove green. So beautiful and shiny, just like…grass. I love grass. I love green grass. Don't think I'm so crazy that I've started to fall for guys with abnormal hair color, but this guy was seriously cute.
What. Did I just think that?
I stood there for maybe half a minute, gawking again. Geez, what is it with me and gawking today? Gawking at a fancy mansion would be excusable, but gawking at a guy who wasn't even cute, was definitely not an excusable act!!!
"Hello. Um, are you retarded?" The boy asked, waving a hand in my face.
"I LOVE your hair!" I blurted, unable to control myself.
DAMN, DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD. I turned five shades of pink.
SILENCE
He just smirked. AHHHH! He smirked. I can't stand guys who smirk.
I just can't stand them because I always end up falling for them.
So here I was, still drooling over this smirking guy with green hair, and said smirking guy with green hair was still smirking! And he still had green hair!
"I'll take that as a yes. But thanks for the compliment anyways," he replied coolly.
I looked into his emerald eyes. I temporarily lost myself but tried to control it. "D-Drew Hayden?"
He nodded.
I remembered the flowers in my hand, "Roses for you!" I said, smiling brightly.
He smirked. "Why, I didn't know I had a secret admirer."
"Wha-WHAT?!" I blushed.
He laughed, "Calm down, woman! I was just kidding. But by the looks of it, I think you're starting to fall for me."
"What makes you say that?" I demanded with a look that had bloody murder written all over it.
"Oh, I don't know. You've been staring at me for two whole minutes."
"WHAT THE HELL. FOR YOUR INFORMATION IT'S ONLY BEEN ONE MINUTE, FORTY-FIVE SECONDS AND COUNTING!!" I practically shouted in his face.
"…" He flicked his bangs. "Okay flower girl, whatever you say," he murmured softly. "Can I have my roses?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Right." I tossed the roses to him, half expecting them to fall to the floor, but to my surprise this Drew Hayden guy caught them with ease.
"Anything else before I kick you out along with all the other fan girls?" He asked, his eyes glinting.
"I am not a freaking fangirl, thankyouverymuch!" I huffed.
"Then would you like to come in?" He asked sweetly, pulling his lips into an actual smile.
"Huh?"
"I said, would you like to come in? It's freezing outside."
"…Huh. Okay then, I guess." I grinned and stepped inside.
Whoa. This Drew guy was freaking RICH.
I sat on the leather couch. He sat opposite me and gently set the roses on the glass coffee table.
"So, who are those roses for?" I asked nonchalantly.
He laughed. "That's for me to know and you to find out!"
I pouted.
"They're for my father. He just remembered today was his and my mother's anniversary and he ordered them." He laughed again. His voice sounded airy, like the sound of chimes.
Oh god. Cheesy thoughts like that could only mean one thing. I swallowed and tried to forget about it.
"Another anniversary," I said, rolling my eyes and smiling. "I should have known. So far five people, including your parents, have their anniversaries today. I thought it was Valentine's Day or something."
He laughed. Laughed. Even though nothing I said was funny. He stared deep into my eyes and asked, "What is your name?"
I blushed at his closeness. His piercing eyes were staring at me intently, as if he found me to be the most fascinating thing in the world.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I joked.
He nodded and leaned back, shining an apple with the sleeve of his green jacket (GREEN!). "Well. I suppose I will find out, then." He smirked, and his eyes were daring. I guessed that he was the competitive type.
"STALKER!" I said and slapped his arm playfully. He was about to bite into the apple, but I snatched the apple out of his hands. He looked confused and said nothing while watching me dig into the apple.
He flashed me the brightest grin, "You go to Petalburg High right?"
"Yeah, what's it to you?" I demanded, taking another huge bite out of the apple. I love food.
"Excellent."
"Wait…do YOU go there?" I inquired suspiciously.
"Yeah, I just moved here. My parents want me to check out your school and see if I want to stay or not," he replied, the beginnings of yet another smirk evident on his face. "From the looks of it, I think I'm going to stay alright"
I gagged and choked on my apple. Ahhhh! I heard a thud and realized it was from me falling onto the floor. Damn, his floor was soft. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a pair of hands and two brilliant, emerald eyes.
Two hours later, I woke up to find myself at home…in my own bed.
"Huh. I must have been dreaming. I dreamt that there was a guy with GREEN eyes and hair! He was HOT!" I said to myself and laughed like crazy.
I immediately stopped laughing when I noticed that said green-eyed, green-haired boy was standing right next to the nightstand. He had that devious smile on his face. OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "Honey, did you hear something?" asked Mrs. Maple. "Nope dear," Norman replied.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "Happy annivers—hey, do you hear that?" "Yeah, stupid crazy psycho girl…."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CLOMP!
My face turned a shade of red. Hey, I think I just discovered a new color! I should work for Crayola!!
"Shhh, calm down woman." Drew's hand, which I had seen just before I blanked out, was once again on my mouth. I was admiring the smooth contours of his hand when I realized something.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!!" I demanded, grabbing a knife off of my nightstand. … Yeah, I have a knife on my nightstand. I'm glad I do, because of the situation I was currently in.
"Relax. I—"
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE HELL MY HOUSE IS?!!"
He sighed, "Well, first I carried you back to the flower shop, since it's the only one in the city. Then, using my brilliant mind I found your address scribbled on a legal pad," and he held said legal pad up, smirking.
Great. Stalker, smirker, AND egomaniac. How could this guy POSSIBLY get any better?!
"Oh. Haha.." At that exact moment I sweat dropped like they do in anime. I SWEAR!!!
"Geez…." He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. "Aren't you glad that I was here to take care of you?" he purred seductively.
I was about to tell him to shut up and edge away from his grip, when I found that it was surprisingly nice. It felt good. I'm becoming a pervert.
"Anyways, I have to get going. I'll see you at school," he said with a suggestive wink and disappeared before I had the chance to say anything more.
That. Was. Um…weird.
I noticed at that moment that the green jacket which I had just saw him shine the apple with was draped around my shoulders. It felt very warm, in a cute way.
Evil genius. He knew I would have to find him again and give this to him.
He knew exactly where to find my address, and he knew that I would be in the flower shop…
Oh, damn. That door was locked.
And I keep the key in my BACK pocket.
AHH. PERVERT!!!!
"PERVERT!" I screamed, pointing a finger accursedly in a random direction.
"What the hell May, stop pointing at me and get your lazy ass down for dinner," Max said matter-of-factly.
Damn. I'll just have to kick Drew's ass tomorrow, won't I?
Tee hee…I think tomorrow will be FUN.
xXx
…And THAT'S how it all happened…okay, maybe I DO have a SLIGHT problem…
Meheh…I'll update this, as soon as I get 10 reviews! Oh, I'm exactly aware of how evil and cruel I am! :D Press the pretty GREEN button, you know you want to!
-DreamsAreForbidden