The Sands Of Thyme (A Tythan Flower Shop AU)

Chapter One- Pottermore and Peonies

- One Year Later-

Ethan was behind the dusty, dirty desk of Pottermore, currently repotting a vibrant blue peony.  He swiped at a little trail of sweat that was inching its way down his forehead, effectively smearing dirt all across his already pimpled  head.  He sighed, trying to wipe off the messy brown dash that streaked across his head.

Aaand, that just made more  of a mess on his face.  The twenty-one-year-old sighed, going back to plopping dirt all around the exposed roots and stem of the flower.  He had to do this at least once a week, or the flowers wouldn't get enough nutrients and die.

Okay, maybe his thoughts were getting too plant factual.  He had become a huge plant nerd since he graduated from college a mere two months ago, when he had started working at Pottermore full time.  He'd researched quite a bit, which had him climbing the ranks of his colleagues  until he was just as respected and followed as Mark.

Speaking of Mark, he was humming some popular song in his really nice voice while rearranging some pots.  It was a slow day, only some regular customers milling about, waving away the beams of dusty sunlight and the mist that seemed to always be filling the air of the shop.

Hey, the system that watered the plants misted it around the room, and it was actually very refreshing in the hot summer.  Ethan didn't mind it, he had gotten used to it.  But, some of the newer customers seemed to be put off by the cloud of water in the air.

One of his favourites, who was a really nice dude and he actually hung out with sometimes out of work, walked up to the counter, sliding a bag of fertilizer towards him.  

"Hey, Moron."  The blue boy greeted, the so called 'Moron' rolling his eyes, and chuckling lightheartedly.

"Dude, stop it with the nickname.  You've called me it for too long man." Jordan 'Sparklypants' Maron groaned, tapping his fingers on the countertop.  Ethan rolled his eyes, clacking in the cost for the supplies, and stating in a monotone voice 'That'll be $10.50 ma'am.'

Jordan punched his friends arm, though he was laughing his cheery, infectious laugh.  Before he knew it, both Ethan and Mark, who had been hovering nearby, were giggling idiots.  "F-Fuck-king h-hell Jard-don.  S-Stop it with y-your stupid lau-ugh."

As the three were being their regular giggly bitch selves, someone walked through the front door.  The bell hanging onto the door tinkled merrily, alerting the staff (and Jordan) of an incoming customer.

Ethan gasped, his jaw dropping when he saw who came through.

It was him. The guy from Thalia's wedding a year ago.  He hadn't changed much, the dots of stubble still ever present on his chin, and the bright, welcoming gray-blue eyes popping on his now paler skin.

He had small bags under his eyes, it wasn't very noticeable, but it actually made his cheeks and eyes look sharper.  His cheekbones had become a little more prominent, but his chestnut locks were still curly as ever.

It was Tyler, that hot wedding planner that he met a year ago.  God, he hadn't changed that much.  The tall male, yikes, he was taller than Ethan Jordan and Mark, walked over to the counter, his spliced eyes sparkling with purpose and curiosity.

Ethan felt self-conscious under his gaze, running his hands through his pale blue hair.  When Tyler reached the counter, he plastered on a fake smile, feigning joy.  "Hi!  Welcome to Pottermore, my name is Ethan, how can i help you today?"

Tyler seemed startled to hear the name 'Ethan' come out of the blue boys mouth, but shook it off immediately. "Hello.  I'm a wedding planner, and i was wondering; how many white Camellias can i get by the end of next week?"

Ethan tapped his chin, thinking, and shrugged.  "How many do you need?  We get new shipments of flowers every week, we can order however many you need." Tyler seemed to perk up at this, and neither boys seemed to notice a certain black-haired duo sneaking away and letting their gay friend have his gay moment.

Real smooth.  Shouldn't best friends be there for their best friends?  Maybe not. But, anyways, back to this... Tythan moment.

Tyler smiled his ever-bright, memory satisfying smile.  "I need about... one hundred. I hope that's not a troublesome amount for you guys to get."  Ethan waved his hand, dismissing the concerned males thoughts.

"Nah, man, we can get that for you.  Trust me,"  He added, seeing disbelief sparkle amongst those stormy orbs, "It wont be too much of a hassle.  And before you ask, no, you don't need to pay upfront, we only take payment after the job is done, Tyler."

At that moment, Ethan knew, he fucked up.

Tyer was staring at the blue boy in a very confused matter, like, who the hell is this man and why does he know my name, before his eyes skimmed over the younger's features.  Understanding blossomed in his fucking gorgeous eyes, and he laughed.

"Ooooh, now i remember.  Your Blue Boy Cranky Ethan.  The one who literally fell into my open arms."  When Tyler finished the sentence, he sent a flirtatious wink Ethans way, making the smaller boys gay heart explode.  A blush was already tickling his ears and nose.

Tyler chuckled, booping Ethans nose.  "Your adorable, you know that?"  Ethan made a small, cute squeaking noise, which only fueled Tylers suspicion that the smol blue boy was the cutest thing on this planet.

"Anyways, man.  I guess i'll be seeing you?"  Before Tyler left, he raised his thumb to Ethans acne splattered, and dirt smeared forehead, wiping away the latter.  Ethans heart fluttered back to life, the only thing that kept him from thinking it was a dream.

Tyler turned around, casually walking towards the door.  Before he left, he shoved his hand in the air, making a finger gun and pointing it towards the ceiling.

And then he left.

When he walked out of the door, Ethan collapsed onto the counter, his gaze drifting off into a dreamy fantasy.  Mark happened to slide next to him at that very moment, startling the love-sick kid. 

'Soooo.... hows your boyfriend?"  The question earned a hard slap on the Korean's shoulder, and Ethan grunted angrily.

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND, MARK! HE'S JUST A FRIEND GODDAMMIT!" Ethan screeched.  Mark snorted, and pointed to his forehead.  The blue boy felt around it, feeling the spot that Tyler had wiped had a papery substance on it.

He pulled the paper down, and squeaked.  

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Call me sometime, cutie ;)

~Tyler

Ethan was freaking out, like FREAKING THE FUCK OUT MAN.  This guy, someone that he thought was really hot and apparently thought that he was hot back, just left him his fucking number.

It was going to be a long two weeks.