(This one is set in a graveyard and kind of sad if you are prone to those kind of things don't read)
Aquarius-
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Aries-
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Song-friend please- twenty one pilots
Aquarius p.o.v
I was Scanning the racks and racks of flowers and plants I was searching for the perfect bouquet. But all of them were way to... um tacky and colourful. But they all smelt really good. Anyways I was currently looking at a bunch of light orange tulips that were laced together by ivy and ferns when a gentle hand touched my shoulder, I jolted and turned my head to meet the light pink eyes of a white haired boy in the flower shops uniform, he was around my age and cute.
" do you need any help miss?" He said softly, I nodded
" would you be able to make me a custom made bouquet?" I asked, he smiled and lead me towards the counter were behind it was many flowers,plants and utensils.
" what kind of bouquet were you wanting?" He asked, I paused thinking
"Uh I was looking for a bouquet for my best friend" I replied with a straight smile, he looked at me harder then spoke
"Really I don't believe you" he straight up said, I blinked
"What makes you say that" I said crossing my arms becoming annoyed with his rudeness.
" I can tell" he said blankly dropping his smile, I huffed
"Well it's not for my friend but who's it for doesn't concern you" I said also dropping my politeness and smiles, he frowned
"Well what do you want for this person" he said ignoring my annoyance
"well he-she likes soft colours and is usually really nice and kind" I smiled sadly, he nodded and started to make the bouquet. I watched him as he picked the perfect flowers matching them with the right green plants, he finished and presented them to me
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It was actually perfect, I smiled a genuine smile at him
"Thanks how much?" I asked, he rolled his eyes
" on the house if you tell me who it's for " he said meeting my eyes, I sighed
"they are for my Mum" I said coldly then grabbing them out of his hand, he narrowed his eyes but the relaxed,
"Hope she enjoys them" he waved as I left the shop in a puff. How rude
--time skip--
I entered the grave yard and headed to the back and to the grave that sat under the oak tree.
Here lies Joyce water
Mother,friend
Rest in peace
I sat down and slotted the bouquet into the slot next to the grave and sat against the tree and lay there for a couple of hours enjoying the silence. Well I was sure I was about to drift off to sleep, but a twig snapped behind me, I jolted upright and looked from where I heard the snap. There was the guy from the flower shop, he hadn't noticed me because he was bending over a small grave by a nearby flower bed, he had a tiny little bouquet of roses, he placed them on top of the grave and said a few words I couldn't hear. He then turned around and saw me. I smiled an awkward smile he returned it and walked towards me.
"Hey" he said
"Hi" I replied weakly
" so this is your mother" he said gesturing to the bouquet next to the grave, I nodded in defeat, a sad feeling washing over me
"Who were you giving those roses" I asked trying to avoid crying, his eyes grew sad
"My brother" he whispered,I sighed and nodded patting the ground next to me for him to sit, he did
"he was only a toddler" he muttered
"That's terrible" I murmured, he nodded we sat in silence for about 10 minutes but not an awkward silence a calm sad one.
"My names Aquarius" I said out of the blue
"Aries" he replied looking at me, "funny how your names Aquarius and you have blue hair" he joked sadly, I rolled my eyes
" I get that all the time" I sighed he laughed at me.
We then spent the rest of the day laughing and ignoring the sad feelings that surrounded us with each other. It was like it was fate helping us with our problems.
