The Sands Of Thyme (A Tythan Flower Shop AU)

Chapter Two- Texts and Tiger Lilies

- One Day After The Events Of Chapter One -
Ethan was a mess this morning.  He had woken up late due to a broken alarm clock, had found out that his shower only had cold water the hard way, and the only thing he had in his fridge was a toaster pastry and half of a leftover sandwich from yesterday

A fucking toaster pastry. And just one! Who has only a single one of them? They always come in pairs... maybe he was just being unlucky.

Pastry in mouth, he ran down the street, swooping into his favourite coffee shop, Pewdie's Pies. No clue why it was called that, but the name was kinda cool.

He was greeted with the regular bartender, and resident pastry expert, Rosanna, or better known as Ro. She smiled at him, already knowing his order.

He sat down in a chair at a table as she made his drink, thinking back to yesterday.  Why did Tyler give him his number? Why did he think that the walking pepperoni pizza was cute?

He was brought back to reality by his coffee being set in front of him, and he looked up to see his favourite Swede: Felix. The blonde smiled his charming smile, one that Ethan used to have a crush on.

" Hey Shorty McPepperoni.  Your looking all flustered and dreamy today. What's up man?" Ethan responded with a grunt, which Felix just laughed at.

" Just...... work, alright?" The blue boy mumbled, basically shoving coffee down his throat. His friend chuckled, and went back to doing whatever the hell managers do.

He finished his drink in record time, and sped down the street to Pottermore. Good thing about his job; it was very close by to his apartment.  He also got there in record time, just as he saw Mark check the time.

"ETHAN RUN! IN EXACTLY TWENTY ONE SECONDS YOU'LL BE LATE FOR WORK!" The Korean screamed, pointing to the ticking clock.

Ethan ran. Ethan fucking ran. He ran like his life depended on it, and got inside and clocked in with seven seconds to spare.  He gave a sigh of relief, flopping over the dirty countertop

"Why so late today, huh? Is a certain hunk keeping you awake?" Mark teased, displaying a shit-eating grin. Oh, how he wanted to punch that grin off of his face.

Ethan substituted for just punching his chest, and snapping "No, you perverted idiot. My fucking alarm clock broke. Now, begone thot, I need to get working."

His friend took the message to heart, slipping away and seriously what the hell do managers do in the back rooms?????? Do they watch porn all day???? Do they even do their work? It's hard, not knowing. He really, really wanted to know.

Work was uneventful, except for a certain customer that Mark enjoyed, named Amy, knocking over a hydrangea pot.  The blue boy saved the day, sliding over on his side and catching the pot in his arms. Sure, a whole lotta dirt was splattered on his face, but Amy, Mark and Kathryn were impressed. Good job, Eth.

Lunch break rolled around quickly, and he realized that he had gotten a text from an unknown number.

Hey man. It's Tyler. I just got on lunch break, I'm guessing you did too, so I just wanted to see how things were going??

Ethan squeaked, sitting in a table in the back room and responding.

Wowie man, we got off at the same time. Things are cool here at the shop, I made a goalie-worthie save.

He gave a cute giggle, which he could hear Kathryn awwwe-ing to. He didn't care if they were going to gossip about his relationship with Tyler. He just really wanted to talk to the brunette.

(E- Ethan  T- Tyler)
T- Sounds p sick. The only thing that happened so far for me was a bride had a meltdown :p

E- dude. That's harsh. I wouldn't want to get in the way of a rampaging hormonal female.

T- God, your funny man. Hey... I was just wondering, tomorrow after work, maybe you wanna like hangout?

Saying Ethan was freaking out was an understatement. His fucking crush just asked him if he wanted to hang out! How could he not freak?

E- Wowie, sure dood! Where, and when?

T- alright mom, don't worry, I won't have you out too late ;) you wanna come over to my house at like 4:30?

Oh, okay, now he was blushing. Everything was just g r e a t

E- I'm cool with that man. Send me your address bby~

Why. Why did he SEND THAT. WHY? He could've sent it without the bby, but he did anyways. Maybe he thought it would be a funny joke??

T- alright love~ XXX ------ way. I'll be expecting you~

And with that, Ethan officially died.  Tyler had flirted back, and he knew his address now.

If he thought that this week was going to be long, it just got a little longer

They chatted for the rest of lunch break, until Mark came in and pestered him to get back to work.

Ethan trudged out into the shop, his face lighting up when he saw someone. He hadn't seen them since college, and he could barely hear Mark telling him that this guy was a new employee.

"Jackaboy!" Ethan yelled, leaping into the taller males arms. 'Jack' lifted him up, swinging the blue boy around as if he was a child.

"Ah, my cranky cranky boy. How are you man?" Jack chirped, a charming Irish accent coming through his speech.

"Awesome." He gasped, and pointed to his friends hair. "When did you dye it green? Same time as me dying mine blue?"

They talked for most of the day, chatting about random things in between helping customers.

It was an ideal afternoon, and soon he was on his way back to his apartment.  He jogged his way there, not bothering to stop and talk yo anyone he passed. He was a man on a mission.

When he got inside, he threw himself on the couch, turning on his Nintendo Switch. It had been a birthday present from his mom, and he adored it.

Tyler and him had agreed that he would come over, and the two would just hang out and play mario kart and stuff.

So, Ethan trained, and practiced Mario Kart until one a.m in the morning. He actually fell asleep with the screen still on, thank god for automated shut down.

He dreamed that night. Dreamed if warm, soft things, and curly brown hair sinking away into stormy waters. He wanted to drown in those waters, they were warm and made him feel wanted.

He almost didn't want to get off the couch when his alarm rang in the morning.