I took katcar's idea for Sunflower to be high, but I changed it up a little... Hope you like! :)

I've also upped the rating for this one... It's not that bad but I'm a little nervous... It has some implied notions that might not be appropriate for those who wouldn't get them... Which makes no sense... I don't know... Blame my strange mind XP

Sunflower was having a horrible day. Actually, she was having a horrible life.

After she flunked out of college, due to not going to class, she had started her own band. The band, Pedals and Thorns, broke up after an unsuccessful trip to Los Angeles where they were hoping to get a record label. She hasn't spoken to her guitar playing best friend, Green-Pea, in a while.

When her band broke up, she had absolutely no money and couldn't seem to hold down a job. The boss at the restaurant she worked at wanted a little more than just dessert, so she quit.

She was tired and had no other means to make money. Unfortunately, after her fall from glory, she became friends with the wrong type of people and became close friends with Cannabis.

Whenever Cannabis and Sunflower would hug, she would immediately feel very exhilarated. She would start bouncing incessantly. She would also forget things easily.

In short, she was a high.

Unfortunately, even after Sunflower and Cannabis had broken up, the effects of their hugs never truly went away. She couldn't attain a job position because of it.

She was at an all time low.

While she was lying in her flower bed, she noticed that the morning Leaflet had arrived. Most of the time, she would leave it there until someone stole it for she usually didn't have the energy to go get it, but today was different. Today, something compelled her to open the door and grab the paper.

She lay back on her flower bed and opened the Leaflet. The first thing her eyes wandered towards was an ad for a job with a man named Crazy Dave. It said something about needing plants to fight off zombies on his neighbor's lawn.

She sighed. No one would ever hire a Sunflower that acted like a hippie even though she couldn't help it.

She walked out of her apartment and decided to take her morning stroll.

Peashooter was desperate. He had only had his job for a day and he couldn't keep up. He was going to need some more recruits, preferably recruits that could grant sunlight. Sunlight was a plants life source in the fight against the zombies and, simply put, the sun wasn't fast enough.

He was frantically searching throughout the park when his eyes caught a glance of an orange flower roving around aimlessly. Behind her, in her footsteps, were little spurts of sunlight that died the second they touched the ground. She looked very solemn and his immediate thought was that if she drops small doses of sunlight when she was sad, what could she give if she was happy?

Sunflower was strolling through the park when she saw a green figure racing towards her. She stopped, curiosity getting the best of her.

When he finally caught up to her, he told her of an amazing place filled with frequent zombie attacks and about his need for someone that could produce sun.

She tried to explain to him that she hadn't been able to give off sun since her band split up, but the words came out all jumbled and she couldn't focus on what she was saying long enough. This happened every time she talked to someone. Cannabis's curse, as she called it, had set in.

Peashooter was indeed confused at the look on this young sunflowers face. He grabbed a petal and led her to the house. He didn't have time for dawdling.

When he brought her to Crazy Dave, she had a dazed expression on her face. He had no idea why, but she was smiling. He was amazed at how pretty she looked when she smiled.

Then he noticed something even more important; she was glowing. Literally, she was glowing. Her face and petals started to glow a faint white. When it faded, there was a great amount of sun at her feet.

He gasped and touched the sun. When he did, he felt even more powerful than he ever had. She was going to have to stay.

Sunflower woke out of her dreamy state to find herself in the stems of a green plant she only vaguely remembered seeing at the park. She looked around at her surroundings and found that she was on someone's front lawn. She asked who the plant was and he called himself peashooter.

She then asked where she was and Peashooter responded to her by saying that she was on the front lawn and that she needed to make as much sun as she could.

She smiled and obliged. She was around a man and Cannabis's curse wasn't taking its toll on her. It was a wonderful feeling.

Wherever she was, whatever she was doing here, she was happy, and she would do anything to keep it that way.

A little strange, I know. I didn't want to make it took long but I didn't know how to end it well.

By the way, Cannabis, as I was told by , is a synonym of marijuana. Also, I'm not a regular smoker (not one at all, actually) so none of what she was feeling was written from personal experience... In case you're wondering.

So tell me, what'd you think?
Love it? Hate it? Review it.

Thanks! :)