A/N: Hi guys, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I do not use any bad language and try to keep it clean. (I'm Mormon)
Cress's POV
Cress probably had the worst possible career choice for someone like her. Couples would stroll in, having the same lovesick daze each day and she would just watch behind the counter in envy as they chose their flower. If I wasn't clear, she works at a small flower boutique. Cress fantasized about having a boyfriend herself, but for some reason her quiet, unnoticeable appearance didn't leave all the guys swooning at the doorstep. Not that she would have time for a boyfriend. She had college classes all day then she would rush to the boutique for her shift. The only day she did have off was Sunday, which she mostly studied on that day.
Today was particularly sunny day in Minnesota. Instead of Cress thriving and enjoying the fresh Vitamin D, she was hibernating in the cluttered shop, reading her fictional love books while snacking on a very green apple. Cress looked up as the bells rung, announcing somebody has entered the sweet smelling building. Another couple walks in. The first person was a very curvy women, who was wearing too much make-up and some booty shorts that looked quite a few sizes too small, but maybe they were just made that way, Cress doesn't know this lady- she can't judge. The second person was probably the most attractive man Cress has ever seen. Thankfully, she didn't stare into his piercing blue eyes and sandy brown hair. Cress went back to looking at her book, trying not to seem like the complete
"This one looks like the one Kim Cardashian got on her wedding day. Oh! Did you see their ceremony? Kanye was totally flirting with Kim's bridesmaids." The girls voice would give you a head ache if you had to hear it for more than five minutes. It reminded Cress of those snobby, stereotypical, cheerleaders.
"Sweetheart, shouldn't we chose a flower that doesn't represent dramatic people who get money thrown at them if they put on a good show." The man says in a concerned voice.
These two clearly had no idea how to pick out flowers. Cress reluctantly rose from her seat and set down her sour apple, making her way to aisle four. There stood the two, the girl with her hands on her hips glaring at the man, looking as sassy as can be. He didn't seem to notice though, he was looking at the selection of flowers.
"H-hi. Do you need any help?" She says in the quietest voice possible, but with them still hearing her.
"Why? Who are you?" The girl says in a rude tone.
"O-oh. I-I work here. " She stutters out, now feeling like her insecureness was crushed by the girls overwhelming confidence. She rubs her hands along her arms trying not to feel like a complete idiot.
"But why are you so short?" The girl blunts out, laughing. Cress didn't find it very funny. She stared at the floor, playing with her long, blonde, tips of her hair. She felt like a small stink bug, being squished under the girls heeled boots. She started planning her escape when:
"Thank-you. We would love some help." The blue-eyed man interjects, shooting looks at his girlfriend. She instantly stops laughing and rolls her eyes. Cress bites her lip, trying to muster up courage. She looks at the snob.
"So are the flowers for you?" She squeeks, trying to do her job.
"Obviously" The girl is now analyzing her fingernails, as if actual human conversation was "like two years ago". Cress stumbles back, wanting to leave.
"Darla." The man says sternly. He glares at her then turns to me. " They are for her. We're looking for something pretty, that will also match." He answers politely. She feels better and leads them to the second aisle.
" This flower will bring out her eyes and it matches your nail color." Cress says still trying to shrink, then scurry away.
The man picks up the flower I was pointing to seconds before, and tucks it behind 'Darla's' ear, who is still playing with her perfect manicure.
"You're right. It's gorgeous we'll take it." Cress nods, then scurries behind the counter, ringing them up. Darla's off doing who knows what, and that's when the handsome man leans in.
"I'm sorry about my girlfriend. I'm probably gonna dump her." he says like it's nothing. Cress gives him an uncomfortable smile and hands the flower to him. Darla returns, and demands her hand into his. They walk out, the bells jingling, and Cress shrinks into her chair, letting out a sigh. She gets up and roams the aisles, picking what has become unorganized into perfection. She hums a little tune as fallen flowers get put back with the other plants. Cress getting lost in her song, playfully dances. Suddenly her abdomen collides into one of the shelves and she shouts in pain. She puts her hand up to the place where the shelf hits her and flinches. She dashes to the bathroom and pulls her shirt up. Blood was oozing out of a long forgotten scar. Suddenly Cress's vision darkens and she now is in a dusty closet.
"Let me out!" A young voice cries. She groans in annoyance.
"No! You will learn how to behave!" Cress sobs uncontrollably-young Cress. She rubs the place where a flower vase had recently been thrown at the side of her stomach. It felt like she was trapped in that small closet for days when Mistress finally lets her out.
"I'm sorry Mistress for my intolerable behavior. I will not wave to the children through the window." She says in a robot voice. Mistress scowls.
"You better not"
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