Based off of the prompt on tumblr, 'Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says, "How do I passive aggressively say fuck you in flower?"' By demisexualmerrill. Flower names by koscheiis. I will not pretend to know flower language. Also I don't have tumblr. I just saw this screenshotted on Pinterest. By the way, they are in high school, just so this doesn't look weird. Will contain swearing, and I'll warn y'all later on if there are other things to worry about. Enjoy.
Edgar Allen Poe is a very shy person. Quiet. Skittish. One might even go as far as to say introverted. Which is why, when a short, loud boy suddenly busted into his place of work, asking how to curse someone out in flower language, he understandably panicked.
It had been a normal day in the flower shop. Mostly empty. Silent. Just the way he liked it. Edgar liked it at the flower shop. As much as he would rather work at a bookstore or a library, the flower shop was nice too. Sadly, he wasn't allowed to bring Karl to work. Karl was a raccoon. Raccoons like to eat flowers. He learned that the hard way on his first day.
Anyway, when the boy had slammed open the door, Edgar had been watering some flowers by the counter. He had jumped so badly that a pot of the plants he had been hydrating (pansies, if you must know) had crashed to the floor. "Quick! It's an emergency! How do I say 'fuck you' in flower?" The boy shouted, apparently unphased by the loud crash. During the silence that followed, the boy looked around, and seemed to notice that the shop was empty, save for Edgar. He remembered the broken pot and scrambled to clean it up. "I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered as he hastily grabbed the larger pieces of clay. The boy opened his mouth, probably to say something but was cut off by Edgar's coworker and classmate Yosano running into the room.
"Poe! What happened? I heard a crash-" she stopped mid sentence, seeing the boy and the broken pot. "Oh! Ranpo-kun! What are you doing here?" The boy grinned at her. "Do you know how to say 'fuck you' in flower? I'm getting some for a prank" Yosano sighed, but didn't really seem mad. "Of course that's what you're here for. Just wait for Poe and I to clean this up. It'll just take a minute." The boy, supposedly Ranpo, nodded and trotted over to one of the chairs by the door. After they had cleaned it up, Yosano left to put away the brooms, and Edgar was left to find the flowers for Ranpo.
"Um, s-sorry about that," Edgar mumbled to the black haired boy, brushing his purplish hair out of his eyes. "W-what did you want again…?" The boy smiled slyly. "I asked how to say 'fuck you' in flower. Do you know the right ones?" Edgar nodded and thought for a moment. "W-well, are you looking for a bouquet or just one? Because I know a few that could work," the boy grinned mischievously at the reply. "A bouquet sounds great! I'm giving it to a teacher at my school, Mori. He's a real pain in the neck" Yosano laughed as she walked back into the room. "I remember that tool! I had him as my home room teacher for my whole 2nd year! Tell me what he says. You are so getting in trouble if he figures it out though,""Worth it."
Edgar shuffled off to get the flowers ready, leaving the two teens to catch up. He figured they must be friends in school. His job at the flower shop was 'to help him socialize more' as his parents said. They didn't really need the money, it's just his parents wanted him to develop his social skills more. He wasn't exactly charismatic. He only had a few friends, and they weren't very close, anyway. Edgar's parents wanted him to become a lawyer like them. Edgar, on the other hand, wanted to be an author. He had already written a few short stories (mostly murder mystery) and a few poems. His parents wouldn't listen though.
He went to the back of the shop to prepare the bouquet. He grabbed some foxglove (insincerity), geraniums (stupidity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me) and orange lilies (hatred). Luckily, he had at least some talent in flower arranging. The flower colors fit very well together, with the pink foxglove and geraniums. The white meadowsweet complimented the carnations and lilies as well.
Edgar made his way back to the counter to find Yosano and Ranpo chatting away like old friends. Yosano looked over and nodded in greeting. "Here, Ranpo-kun can pay here," she said as she gestured towards the counter. Edgar placed the bouquet onto the table. After Ranpo had paid, he waved goodbye to Yosano and Edgar. "See you tomorrow at school!" He left. Yosano frowned at Edgar, telling him that he needed to be more careful, and he can't go knocking over flower pots every time he got startled. He apologized, probably more than necessary. He sighed as he walked home from work. School tomorrow. Great.
Done with chapter one! Sorry if this is short. I don't know when I'll update, but I'll try to make it soon. I think I'm gonna make it from Poe's perspective again, maybe first person and see if I like that better. See y'all later!
I'm back! I wasn't actually going to continue this because I have no motivation, and then I saw someone followed this and now I can't let whoever that was down to yeah. I always get sad when fics I enjoy discontinue, so I decided to try not to make anyone else sad. I'm honestly shocked that anyone's actually enjoying this, because I didn't think the first chapter was very good, but whatever. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy. I don't know where I'm going with this.
I glanced out the science room window. It was raining. Hard. I sighed. I hadn't thought to bring an umbrella. Science wasn't particularly boring (in fact, it was quite entertaining today, with the added risk of fire and chemical burns from the experiment our teacher was demonstrating), but it wasn't hands-on, at least not today, and I was beginning to wonder why I had even bothered to show up at all. I could have just sat in my locker and munched on my snacks until it was time to go home, but I was going to get bored with that before class was over anyway. Also, I hardly ever show up to class, and I was going to rack up more detentions if I kept skipping.
Anyway, I was more concerned at the moment with how I was going to get home without getting wet. It would be nice if it stopped raining all together, but I know I'm not that lucky. Another option was getting one of my friends to drive me to my house, but Yosano had a shift at her side job at the flower shop, and everyone else either had plans or after school clubs. There was always the bus, but I don't really know how to use the bus, and I don't know where the bus stop near my school is either. That left walking. Yes, I get lost a lot, but I didn't really have a choice anyway. Besides, I knew how to get back to my apartment complex on my own.
…roughly.
I gave a huff through my nose and slumped forward in my seat, only vaguely listening to Kaji-sensei rant about chemical reactions and gunpowder. I sometimes thought our teacher wasn't right in the head. He spoke about death a lot. The bell rang, signaling their dismissal. I stood up at the scrape of chairs and the rustling of bags as I glanced out the window. Still raining. Wet clothes it is.
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Standing just under the doorway of the school's exit, I prepared myself for the heavy rain that would surely drench me in seconds. Most of the other kids had already gone home, so that left me and my favorite hat and my bag full of not very water resistant snacks. I sighed, adjusting my cap so it was covering my glasses to keep them more dry. Just as I was about to step out into the downpour, however, someone gently tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, only slightly startled. I figured the rain had masked their footsteps. I was not, however, expecting to see the boy from the flower shop standing there, holding a large black umbrella in his right hand. He quickly withdrew his left, seeing that he had my attention. "U-um," he stuttered. "Do you need an umbrella? I was gonna walk home, but I saw you didn't have one, so I thought…" I looked at the taller boy, then felt a grin slide onto my face.
"Flower-shop boy!" I exclaimed suddenly, making the other jump. "U-um, yeah." He murmured. "Do you want to go home or not?" There was no real question in his voice. I nodded, wondering if he could even see me with his purple bangs covering almost half his face. He returned his attention to his umbrella, unfolding it and stepping out into the downpour. I followed without hesitation. "Do you know your way home?" Right. I still had to get home. That's why I was still here. I told him the basic directions. He nodded and we started walking down the sidewalk.
I resisted the urge to start a conversation. The taller male had seemed pretty timid earlier, so I figured he didn't like to talk much. We walked in silence for a while. I only spoke to tell him the basic directions to my family's apartment building. When we arrived, he simply walked away with a simple wave. Then he was gone, and I was standing at the door just inside so I wouldn't get wet. That was weird.
