Flower's for Mother's Day
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Chapter Three- The Flowers She Sent
Peach had returned to the Flower Shop, hoping that someone would be there to talk with her, but no one was there. She sighed and turned off the lights and locked the Flower Shop from the inside. Making a cup of coffee in the dark, she went into her cupboard and fell asleep on the desk, the intoxicating flowers making her sleep.
"PEACH TOADSTOOL!" shrieked a voice loudly.
Peach jumped awake and fell off her seat, her butt landing hard on the floor. Light was streaming in through the cupboard door and standing over her was her grandmother.
Peach gulped at the glare on her Gram's face.
"WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT!? Zelda had to close the shop last night!" shouted Gram, her pale face growing red.
Peach quickly began to explain and her Gram's face slowly turned back to its normal color.
"You could've called," Gram muttered, her anger completely gone.
Peach looked down, blushing crimson. "I know… But I came back anyways and thought that maybe you'd be here…"
The sudden sound of music came from upstairs, indicating that Zelda was here, but the type of music meant that her boyfriend was here.
Gram sighed. "Zelda's here… Come on, we'll talk about this later. Store's about to open for business. Come on! Don't dilly-dally!"
Peach stood and pulled on her working apron, following Gram up the staircase.
They walked to the counter and Zelda was there, wrapping flowers into a bouquet.
The music deafened Peach and she walked quickly towards the music.
"Hold it together.
Birds of a feather.
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer.
Spreading the cancer.
You are the faith inside me.
No, don't, leave me to die here."
Help me survive here, alone.
Don't Remember!
Remember!"
"Breaking Benjamin?" questioned Peach, lowering the volume on the radio that was blasting music.
Zelda nodded and set the bouquet aside.
"Disrespectful junk," spat Gram.
"Oh, come on Gram, you know you like this band!" Zellie insisted.
"Only one of their songs!" insisted Gram.
Another bouquet was brought up to Zelda's face and she smiled at the dozen roses.
"Flowers for my beautiful flower?" purred the voice of Zelda's boyfriend.
"Link, I swear to Din!" laughed Zelda in a girly way. She took the flowers and smacked her blonde-haired boyfriend on the head.
Link was the same age as Zelda and he was tall, respectful and handsome. His blue eyes were like the depths of the blue ocean and his blonde hair was a wisp of sand from the Gerudo Desert.
Link laughed and his head ducked in slightly. "What? Aren't they pretty enough for you? Wait… no…" he thought to himself, "I think you need Freesia's. The prettiest flower of all!"
"I believe you need your head examined," snorted Gram, rolling her eyes and shoving more bouquet's into Link's arms. "Now get delivering!"
Yes, Link was the flower deliverer. He even rode the horse around because it supposedly made it 'more romantic' in Gram's eyes. Link actually didn't mind. He grew fond of the horse, Epona, and preferred getting around on her than driving a car.
"I don't have to get a license," he grinned when the discussion was brought up.
Peach smiled at the memory, but suddenly snapped out of it. "Wait!"
She ran into the back of the store and grabbed a bouquet of Edelweiss. She ran back to the counter as Link piled the bouquets in a big basket.
"Who's that for?" asked Gram.
Peach gave her a 'look' and Gram understood.
"I'll pay for it when you deliver it, 'kay?" said Peach, giving Link a wink as she placed it in the basket.
Link sighed, his head cocking slightly. "Where's it off to?"
"To the hospital down the road. Just deliver it to a…" Peach paused. What were their last names?
"To a lady whose son is named Ike," said Peach. "And please… Don't tell her who sent it."
"Secret admirer style?"
"More like guardian angel style."
Zelda's eyebrows rose, but Link shrugged. "Alright, I'll try and be back by three-thirty."
