Water under the bridge

by katrinadunsire

the raven-haired boy walked into the flower shop a calm look on his face, his eyes were smiling and bright, tweek could feel his chest tighten "..hi.." tweek's voice was shallow and so quiet you could've to head a pin drop "Hm? did you say something?" the other boy turned his attention to the quivering blonde "gah!no!" tweek spat looking down at his feet "did you grow these?" "yes"

Crash

"Oh god!" the quivering blonde yelped as the flower pot crashed to his feet causing his chest to tighten.

Ding

"..wellcome!" the green eyed boy peered over his mess towards the glass door "..." the black hair of the boy danced as the wind blew through the door, for a minute he was silent "do you need a hand?" his voice was low and rough "n-no its fine.."

the blonde didn't make eye, he maintained his focus on the shattered planter in front of him "well I'm going to help anyways, go grab whatever you use to sweep I'll pick out the pieces of planter" the freckled cheeks of the blonde boy turned red, the man that stood in front of him was assertive…

"What's your name..?" the now dirty hands of the boy wiped some sweat from his hairline as he spoke.

"..tweek.." the blond mumbled, an awkward silents drowned he both of them "thanks, f-for helping me" tweek stood up walking to the back and grabbing a damp rag to clean the floor further.

The other boy looked around the bright lively flower shop "so.. What do you, do for a job?" tweek felt the need to push a conversation between him and the boy.

"I'm a film director" he lifted his hands to his head stopping them seconds away from his clean hair "do you have a washroom?" tweek nodded and pointed towards the back room.

Oh god he probably hates me, I'm talking too much

"Thanks for helping... You can take a flower of your choice, on the house" tweek rubbed his arm and the other boy smiled "thanks.." with that he grabbed a rose and walked through the door.

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Closing time already?

Tweek thought his shake hands placing the cup he was just drinking from down, blue light showed through the door and bounced off each planter and flower, tweeks green eyes were bright and solemn.

Ding

"Sorry but we-...re closed, it's you again" tweek looked up at the panting black-haired boy "i... I forgot my phone" he managed to choke out, "I was at home so I ran here" tweek nodded and looked around "I'll look in the washroom…" tweek said quite.

in the distance police sirens could be heard, this indeed wasn't a very good look on... what was his name?

"..hello? your phone isn't... in the washroom sorry" tweek looked around shamefully until his eyes landed on the norriet "what's your name?" tweek asked, "I'm sorry I've got to go!"

"But! Y-ack!- name!? What is it!"

"I'll tell you next time I see you!"

Just like that, he was gone.