I Don't Care Much for Flowers (Enola x Tewky)

Chapter the Fifth

"Now," Tewkesbury frowned. "how does one set up a giant tent?" He held the instructions manual awkwardly, as if it was fragile, and it would break if he gripped it too tight. "It doesn't say..."

I sighed. It's an instruction manual. It gives you instructions. "Give me that." I snatched the paper out of his hand, and saw words. Tewkesbury. As a young man, you should be able to assemble a tent by yourself. What strange words!

I looked over at the not young man. Perhaps an old boy, but definitely not a man. I flipped the page.

If you see that Enola girl, invite her over for tea at four on Thursday. Four on Thursday... the date stuck in my head. I went red, and stared pointedly at Tewkesbury.

"I... honestly don't know how to set up a tent." Tewkesbury looked at the ground.

"You really are useless!" I exclaimed, and set Dash on the bench. I got down on my knees, and started working on the tent.

"Um," Tewkesbury bent down, reaching for the pillow. "Does this-"

"Just..." I sighed. "Don't." I secured the tent.

"Is it done?" Tewkesbury asked, looking at the large tent. It was a black tent, about 10 feet tall and 20 feet wide.

"Not yet." I stood up, ready to do the last step.

"Okay." He looked at me.

"No." I pointed my finger at Tewkesbury. "Do not look at me like that. Ever."

"Alright." He stood silently, and watched me work.

A few minutes later, I was finally done. Mother would've been proud of my work. I looked up, excited that we could finally go in. However, I saw, or rather didn't see, the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwhether.

A/N Short chapter, but Rose wrote this on her bus, which is pretty impressive...

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