flower boy | g r e t h a n * ON HOLD *

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at 5:45 pm, there is always a boy who wears flower crowns, sitting around an orchard of sunflowers, peony blossoms, and pear blossoms.

" look ethan! " my little sister amy yelled, pointing at a large red flower with a mass of petals and no visible stamens. the height of the flower was approximately 30-36 inches.

" it's beautiful, " i say smiling at her, getting the flower and putting it behind her ear.

" you know the name of the flower? " she ask getting it, and taking in its scent.

" not at all, i'm not an expert in flowers amy, " i say laughing, ruffling her caramel hair. she crosses her arms and looks at me with a cute angry face.

" why don't you go find more. don't go to far though, " i say pointing a finger at her, making sure i made myself clear. she nods, and starts jumping around the bed of different flowers. there were a lot of different flowers here. they had different colors, different sizes, some have different amount of petals. some have less, some have more. some flowers haven't even bloom yet, which is strange cause it's summer.

i kept looking around the flower bed, when a boy caught my eyes. he was wearing a flower crown which contain white, pink, and small violet flowers. he was wearing a grey knitted sweater, and he was wearing black pants. along with that he was wearing adidas. the sleeves of his knitted sweater covered his hands like cuffs. he was collecting different types of flowers. he had a small notebook in the other hand. every time he would find a different kind of flower, he would write something, or draw.

i found myself walking towards him, making sure not to step on any small flowers that were laying on the ground, so i wouldn't make any noise. i touch his shoulder, and he flinched.

wow, he is gorgeous.

his hair was a soft brown, like the bark of an oak tree, not dark but simply gentle in any light. his eyes were blue. not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the small blue flowers that he was holding in his big yet small hand compared to mine. his eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering when the light hit them, turning them grey. his eyes were that kind of blue. small freckles were plastered on the bridge of his small bottom nose. his cheeks and lips a shade of pink. a small dimple form in his right cheek when he saw me holding different flowers my sister just collected.

" hey. i'm grayson, " he says holding his hand out for me to shake.

" i'm ethan, nice to meet you, " i say shaking his hand, returning him a smile.

" how old are you? " i ask grayson.

" i'm sixteen going to be seventeen in six days and you? " grayson says smiling at me.

" i'm seventeen going to be eighteen december sixteen, " i say chuckling.

" i see you like flowers, " i say sitting down next to him. flowers surrounding us, covering us from the sun.

" yes i love them, " he says smiling, opening his notebook and continue doing what he was doing before i interrupted him.

" you like flowers as well? " he says pointing at the flowers that are in my hand.

" uh i do, a little bit. this are actually my sisters, she is collecting even more flowers, " i say chuckling. he nods at me smiling. his face; his personality, holds pure innocence.