Hello-this is my second 'fanfiction'. I really want to actually write a fanfiction, but I have nothing I really want to fangirl about...So, for now I'll write some short stories here of love, even though right now I'm a loner...

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I hope you enjoy this cute little fic of a girl who helps out at a flower shop and meets a certain boy.

My head was all jumbled today. My heart beats slow, it hurts. He hurt me today. What kind of boy does that? What's worse, he's my crush.

"Ugh," I groan aloud.

"What's wrong Sue?" Tammy asks. She's the co-owner of the shop, also the daughter of the shop keeper.

I looked at her. She's so gorgeous, just like a model. Her legs were long and skinny. Her pale peach skin was flawless of acne and any little blemishes. Her light brown hair was always in a long braid that cascaded down her back. Her sweet blue eyes shone with kindness. She was a perfect person.

I leaned over the counter, "Tammy, your so pretty."

She looked up at me from where she was tending to flowers, "What? Why do you say that?" She beamed, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

"I bet guys crawl for you," I traced circles on the counter.

She walked over to me, "Okay, what happened?"

I rested my head on the wooden counter, "My crush called me stupid, and ugly. It was to his friends too! And he knew I was RIGHT THERE!" I raised my hands up for emphasis.

She raised an eyebrow, "Explain to me why you would like a guy like this?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, he's just so-you know- like manly. Or something like that."

She laughed, "Sue, please, there are more boys out there. Better ones too, just wait for him, he'll come one day. For sure." She smiled, "How about some candy?"

My eyes twinkled, "Really? Is it Werther's?"

She nodded. She rummaged through her pockets till she pulled out a tiny candy wrapped in golden foil. She handed it to me and I gobbled it up happily. She stared at me happily, "You sure love candy. I guess that means you're still quite a kid."

I huffed, "Why can't I be as pretty as you?"

"Now girl, I am 25 years old, okay? I am a grown woman, you're only 16, you still have years of youth left!" She walked around behind the counter, "Now I got to go wash up some flowers-"

Briing~ Someone entered the store.

"Take care of that customer, would ya? Thank you love," she went through the backdoor to where we stored flowers.

The man, about a head taller than me, walked around the store frantically. He wore a plaid flannel shirt and some black jeans. He had a gray backpack that seemed to hold about nothing. His blue converse seemed like it had better days, there were holes all over the poor things. His hair was jet black, short in the back, and his bangs fell a little over his eyes.

I propped up my head with my hands on the counter, still sucking on my candy. He walked over the the tulips, the lilies, the daisies. It seemed like he couldn't decide on what to get.

I walked over to him, "Scues me ,sir, do you need help?"

He turned to me, astonished by my sudden appearance, "Ah." He shoved his hands in his pockets, "No, I was just looking." He shifted his brown eyes back and forth.

"Okay then," I said. I started to walk away back to the counter.

"Wait!" he said abruptly.

I turned to him, my ponytail swishing and hitting my face. "Yeah?"

He scratched his nose, "Uh, what kind of flowers should I get a girl?"

My heart panged. He was a nice guy, unlike my stupid crush. I don't even know why I like Richard, he was so, argh.

I cleared my throat, "What kind of girl is she?"

He smiled slightly, "She's really nice. She just went through something bad, and I want to cheer her up."

I smiled, "How sweet. Do you want to get her a bouquet?"

"Yeah, I think she needs lots of love," he replied.

"Well I think roses are too cliche, and I don't exactly love their smell," I picked up a lily, "But I absolutely adore lilies! They're very beautiful." I beamed and grabbed a few more stalks of lilies. I wanted to make a bouquet with these now.

He smiled, "Well seems like a good choice. Can you make a bouquet with those?"

"Sure!" I replied joyously.

I grabbed baby's breath, some lavenders, and daisies. And created a simple, but elegant arrangement. I smiled at my work. Still in training, but I'm getting better.

I handed them to him, "Is it okay?"

He grinned, "Perfect, thanks. How much?"

"Fifteen dollars," I replied.

He handed me the money. He stood there for awhile, even after I cashed in the money.

"I'm Claude," he said suddenly.

I raised an eyebrow in question, "I'm Sue?"

"Such a cute name, " He smirked, "See you later!" He left the store and the bell rang signaling an entry/exit.

School the next day went normal. I went through all my classes not even thinking about Richard. I guess I was over him, just like that. Weird though, I kept thinking about the boy from the flower shop. I wonder who he gave the flowers to, was she happy? I want to see her reaction to my arrangement.

I sighed.

"Sue!" my friend called out.

"Ya?" I yelled back.

It was the middle of lunch so the quad was bustling with teenagers.

She motioned her hand for me to come over. I obeyed and walked over to her table.

She jabbed a thumb in another direction. "Rich wants to see you," she said through a full mouth.

"Richard?" I said. I looked over at Richard's table. And there he was, staring back at me. I gulped, man I do not want to talk to him.

I walked over to his table. "What?" I said in a some-what irritated tone.

He got up from his seat and walked over to me. He towered over me, two heads higher than my height. I looked up at him, "What do you want?"

Snapping his fingers, one of his posse pulled out a bundle of flowers. There was something about them. The purple and white hue that it was made of. Wait...this was my bouquet. He handed me my bouquet, his expression showing nothing.

I took it quietly as his friends hooted and hollered. God, they are so annoying.

"Sorry, about yesterday, " he said finally.

"It's okay," I replied quietly. No, it was not okay, but I wanted to get away from him. He didn't say anything more, so I started to walk away.

"Wait! Sue, will you...go to Sam's party with me?" He asked suddenly.

Who's Sam? Wait, what did he just ask me? I turned around on my heels, "So one day you call me ugly, then you ask me out?" I yelled out in frustration.

He looked nervous, "Well yeah?"

I threw the flowers at him, "GO SUCK IT!" I turned around and walked away, my head held high.

"What a jerk," Tammy said.

"I know," I mumbled. I was laying my head on the counter, my forehead feeling the coolness of the wood.

"He just-"

"Yeah."

She patted my back, "It's okay, boys are jerks."

I shook my head, my hair flying everywhere. I hadn't felt like putting my hair up today. "Not all guys are jerks."

"True, just most of the male population," she said.

I giggled, "Yeah."

Briing~ Someone entered.

"Ahem," they cleared their throat.

"Ah, yes, can I help you?" Tammy asks politely.

They whisper to her.

"Oh," she says. She walks away.

I expected the customer walked away with her, but they cleared their throat again. "Sue?"

I look up, it was Claude. My eyes red and puffy can barely make him out through my hazy vision.

"Er, you okay?" he asks awkwardly.

I sigh, "Like a pocketful of rainbows."

"I believe it's 'A pocketful of sunshine'" he says matter-of-fact.

"Sunshine hurts my eyes," I reply.

"Rainbows are reflecting light," he says back.

"Well Mister Scientist, I am not in the mood to talk to you," I say.

"Cause of the bouquet?"

"No, caus of global warming."

He frowns, "Look, he wanted to cheer you up."

"I don't look very cheery," I prop my head up on my left hand.

"True," he stands there quietly.

"I thought you were giving the flowers to a girl?" I said.

"Yeah?" he says.

"Richard's not a girl," I stick out my tongue.

He chuckles, "Well technically, it went to you."

He bends down so he can rest his chin on the counter, "Are you mad at me?"

His eyes were like that of a child's. How could I be mad at him? "No, I'm not," just a little upset.

He pats my head, "It's okay, I can punch his esophagus for you."

"Won't that hurt?" I ask.

"Not as much as down there," he says, glancing downward.

I burst out laughing, "Oh my - why would- bwuhahahaha!" I couldn't stop laughing, I must have looked so lame.

But he was laughing along with me.

As our laughter died down, I felt a lot better.

He stood up, "Man it's cold in this place."

I shrugged, "Gotta be cold for the flowers."

He nodded, "Aren't you cold? Your wearing short sleeves."

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm use to it -achoo-" I sniffed. Goosebumps started rising on my arms. Wow, of all times.

"Riiigghhtt," he took off his stripped sweater and handed it to me. "Here."

I walked around the counter and took it gratefully, "Thanks." I slipped on the sweater, feeling his lingering warmth.

He smiled, "It's nothing." He stared outside, "I think I'm going to go now, got to go run some errands."

I smiled sadly, I actually wanted him to stay, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

He looked at me with his calm brown eyes, "Yeah, tomorrow." He started to walk for the door.

Then my mind sparked, "Wait! How did you even know about me and Richard? Last I remember, you don't go to my school."

He walked over cooly and took my hand in his. He wrapped his other arm around me and brought me into a hug. He was warm, just like his sweater and smelled of the flowers in the shop.

He lightly placed his lips on my head, making my heart skip a beat. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. He held me awhile longer then let go.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, but for now, don't fall for Richard, don't get close to him," he said, "And also, you look pretty with your hair down." He left the store with a smirk, the bell's ring echoed through the store.

I'm sure to be red by now. He just, what. Like...huh?

Tammy walked in from the backdoor, bringing in some cookies and tea, "Ah, where did that boy go?"

I walked behind the counter, covering my cheeks with my hands to hide my blush, "Uh, he'll be back tomorrow. I think."

Okay, so the ending was yah, bad, but ima continue this and it'll make so much more sense. so stay tuned?