A/N: Hello there! I hope you liked the first chapter! And as I promised, the next chapter of the short story, "Feelings Told Through Flowers"

*And the crowd goes wild* lol

Anyway, today (Sunday) is when the first flower will be received.

And it so happens today is Sunday! Lol

Maybe I should try a daily update?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own one ounce of the Twilight Saga, although I wish I did…

So Please Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Fleur Pousse, Tout Comme Mon Amour (A Flower Grows, Just Like My Love)

"Love is the flower you've got to let grow."
~John Lennon

EPOV:

"Can these be sent out today?" I asked the elder shop owner

"Of course, but it would cost a tad more," she replied while cutting the irises

"Its okay, it's for someone special," I smiled just thinking of Bella.

"Oh? A girlfriend perhaps?" she asked with a wide smile

"Not exactly…not yet anyway," I replied, once again going over the plan in my head.

"I sense you have a plan," she stated, wrapping a purple ribbon around the neck of the vase.

"I do, and I would like to ask for some assistance?" I asked, hopefully she would be able to help me with my courting.

"Of course," she smiled and stuck out her hand, "Lisa, shop owner,"

I shook her hand, smiling, "Edward Cullen,"

"So, what is this plan of yours?" Lisa asked, than added, "Oh, and that will be forty dollars and seventy-five cents,"

"Got time for a story? I asked, handing her the money.

"Nothing but," she replied happily

I told her about Bella and how my feelings for her have changed over time and how I can't seem to tell her. I told her my plan. I told her how the flowers were hopefully going help express my newly found love for her. She listens carefully, absorbing every detail. I told her which flowers I wanted to send, when, and with which message.

Lisa looked at me with awe, "Edward, I've had a lot of men come into my shop, and each and everyone came to buy flowers to fix a mistake or try to woo a girl for all the wrong reasons. But you, you're doing it to tell a story, to show your feelings in a special and intimate way. I admire your chivalrous act."

"Thank you, I just hope she will feel the same," I said, thinking about the possible rejection.

"Sweetie, if this girl is smart, and by how you've describe her, I know she is, I have no doubt she'll return your love." she told me reassuringly.

I smiled, "Thank you, for everything."

"Anything for love," she smiled sweetly back.

The flowers were going to be sent to her apartment, since she did not work today and Alice would be there to see her reaction.

Every part of the plan was set, now all I had to do is wait for the end of the week. I had no worries that she'd figure out who it was, but I couldn't help but fret about the possibility of her refusal.

BPOV

I stood up to open the door. Alice called me this morning to ask if she could come over. She mentioned something about cleaning and a new wardrobe. I knew because of my lack of acting and lying skills, I wouldn't be able to avoid this. So I answered the door with as much joy I could muster.

There was no doubt Alice had gone shopping before she arrived, so I was not surprised to see shopping bags; though I was anxious to find out whom they were for.

"Alice! How much did you buy?" I exclaimed when I saw she had; who I'm guessing was the taxi driver, holding bags as well.

"Oh hush! There's only two bags for me." she said, trying to reassure me.

"Who are the rest of the bags for?" I asked, confused.

"You! Silly, Bella!" she said as if it was so obvious. I moved aside to let her come in and put the bags down, the taxi driver behind her. He set down the bags and scurried off, he almost looked afraid of her, and so I laughed.

I then turned to stare at my best friend, "Alice, I don't need a whole new wardrobe!"

Instead of answering she gave me a pout, and I knew I was done for. No one could resist her pout. And besides, it's better not to disagree with Alice in anyway, so I let her throw away half my closet and replace it with the new clothes. And I admit some of the stuff was really cute.

After Alice finished her clean out, I was about to ask Alice what she'd like for lunch, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

I had not expected anyone other than Alice, so I wondered who could possibly be visiting at... Two o'clock in the afternoon. Mail was certainly not an option, it was Sunday after all.

When I opened the door, I was faced with a delivery man. He had a vase full of flowers— Irises, I believe— and gestured for me to sign the clipboard.

Confused, I signed for the flowers and took them into the kitchen. Alice came to see the vase; she had a smug smile on her face.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked her while taking another look at the flowers.

"Oh... Nothing..." knowing Alice I knew shed never crack, so I left it alone.

She spoke up after a moment of silence, "Is there a card?"

"Hmm..." I looked in the bouquet, "Oh here it is," picking the card out of the flowers.

The card was purple, like the irises and inside was a typed note:

Every flower has a meaning

I hope this will have you believing

The feelings that is pure and new

The one that has me immensely confused

And the one that is making it difficult to talk to you

It has me frustrated and stirs the inside,

The feelings that make me want to hide.

Hoping the flowers will help me out

I give them to you without a doubt

Hoping you find who is to name

The one that is hoping you feel the same

My love, I hope you don't mind a guessing game. Each day I will send you a flower with one of the letters in my name on a card. It is your job to collect and decipher the name, as well as the flower. The saying "A picture is worth a thousand words," comes to mind, but in this case it's a flower. Each flower will be different, and will lead you to my ultimate confession.

I read over the note again and again making sure this was real. This was completely romantic and it was hard to believe I was being courted. I saw the letter my admirer mentioned; it was a 'W'

My brain quickly ran over the people I knew whose name started with a 'W' but I came up with nothing. But I read the card, for the millionth time and realized I needed to collect all of the letters before putting it together.

I handed over the card to Alice for her to read and I saw her tearing up.

"This is the sweetest thing ever!" she wailed, while wiping away tears.

"Alice, are you okay?" I asked concerned

"Yeah, fine. It's just so romantic!" she swooned

I laughed; Alice was such a softy, "I agree, I can't wait for the next bouquet."

"Oh! Did you find out what the meaning of the flowers?" she asked happily

I shook my head and went to retrieve my laptop. When I came back I sat my laptop on the kitchen counter, sat on the chair, while Alice read over my shoulder.

After ten minutes of searching, and it only took so long because we needed to make sure we had the most reliable website to tell us the meaning, we found the irises meant something along the lines of "your friendship means so much to me."

"Hmm... So this person is a friend..." I thought out loud.

"Have any guesses yet?" Alice asked, it was obvious on her face, she either knew or had a pretty good idea who it was.

"Not a one," I sighed

"Well by the end of the week, you'll know." she stated proudly

"That's only if I unscramble the letters correctly," I ran my hand through my hair.

"I have no worries, your a smart girl," Alice patted me on the head.

After we finally had lunch, a late one, might I add, Alice left to feed her husband. I swear she treats Jasper like a little puppy, feed him, love him, take him out. I chuckled at the thought.

I checked my text messages and saw I had a new text from Edward.

Hey just wanted to see how you were :)

I swear this boy could make me smile no matter what my current emotion. Even a simple text was able to make myself feel happier.

I've known Edward for a few months now and it would be a lie if I said I didn't think of him as more than a friend. But lately, he's been distant, only talking through emails or texts. And whenever we were face to face, he barely said anything to me. I was worried, we always had something to talk about and now, I'm lucky if I receive a full sentence. Something was up.

I couldn't do anything though; I just needed to let him figure this out on his own. He's a twenty-six year old man. If he had a secret girlfriend, I'd either have to tell him my feelings or try to get over it.

I just wished he reciprocated the same feelings I had for him.

A/N: So yep, that's Chapter 2.

One flower sent- six more to go.

Hm, does Edward have a secret girlfriend? No, just being a secret admirer.

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Next Update: Monday (here's hoping)