Flowers
"Come on, Jade!" Cat Valentine giggles, crimson locks of red hair bouncing with her movements as she skips gleefully across a wide, open field of rainbow colored flowers. A warm spring wind breezes through the field, and makes the plants sway with life.
The sun is a bright ball of orange flame, flickering faintly behind a row of trees standing erect and proud. The sky is a canvas of baby blue, pink and light purple pastels. A hummingbird beats its wings gently as it darts from flower to flower. The air smells like honey.
Cat's laugh can be heard for miles.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Jade West huffs, using the back of her black, frayed hoodie sleeve to wipe droplets of perspiration forming on her brow. She sidesteps a bee, and almost lands boot first into a small, but certainly not avoidable pond of mud. The almost mishap causes her to dig her eyebrows over her nose in frustration –she freaking hates nature – but seeing the look on the younger girl's face makes her rethink her reactions.
She doesn't want to ruin the moment.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Cat daydreams, doesn't say to anyone in particular, head tilted, brown eyes upwards. Her hands are on her hips daintily, and her smile is luminous.
Jade takes a brief glance up and sees the sky, and nothing but. Something that's always been there. Something that's going to always be there. "Sure."
"It's even better in the summer; Fourth of July when they set off the fireworks." Cat's eyes gloss over, and Jade has to gingerly tap the redhead on the shoulder in order to snap her back to reality. "It's like magic, Jade."
"I'm sure it is." Jade agrees, a black dot in the middle of a rainbow. She scratches the back of her neck, and watches as a young couple, not much older than her, stroll hand in hand through the foliage in the distance, eyes locked on one another, smiles plastered on their perfect faces.
Jade remembers a time when she used to do those things with someone she thought she loved. It had been nice, those two years. Each day had felt like heaven, like she was on Cloud Nine and nothing, nothing could ever bring her down.
When he had broken up with her, Jade was blindsided. She felt hurt. Betrayed. Unloved. Unwanted.
It had taken some time, but with a little effort, and some aid from Cat, Jade wasn't exactly back on Cloud Nine, but dammit, she was sure going to try.
And this is what trying looks like. She thinks, biting the inside of her cheek and she steels her eyes away from the couple. She doesn't want to stare at them too long. It's creepy, and she doesn't like the feelings that they give her.
They make her remember, and that's something she doesn't want to do. Not anymore.
"I'm glad I was born in the spring time," Cat is saying, and she's already on her knees in the dirt, brushing her fingertips lightly over the delicate petals of the flowers around her. "It's the prettiest time of the year."
"Well, you and nature have something in common." Jade tries –cause that's what she's been doing lately – and gets on her knees as well, picking a nearby neon pink poppy and she nestles it in the crevice between Cat's ear and her hairline. The younger girl beams. "You're both very beautiful."
Cat's smile spreads from ear to ear, and before Jade knows it, Cat's hands are gripping tightly around her neck, and they're cold, but Jade doesn't have time to complain because Cat's kissing her.
She's kissing her, full and hard and sweet and passionately. On the lips, and everything.
Jade savors the moment, savors the taste of Cat's watermelon bubblegum. She savors the warmth of the setting sun on her back, she savors the way the breeze feels combing through her hair.
She savors the wild firework display of flowers behind her eyelids.
She doesn't care how long it takes. She'll make Cat love her, or she'll die trying.
Hello, friends. This is just the beginning to many, many other fluffy oneshots like this.
The start to a collection of drabbles, if you will.
Title is taken from the title of an Owl City song.
Enjoy the cuteness.
-Ali