𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

♥︎ Skittery x Reader ∥ Roses Are Red

   "Why? Is everythin' okay? You're not movin' out of the lodging house, are ya?" (Y/N) frantically asked.

   Skittery chuckled. "Don't worry," he said. "I ain't goin' nowhere."

   As they walked, they passed a building plastered with red and pink streamers, balloons, and cut-out hearts.

   "Hold on," (Y/N) said while stopping. "Is today Valentines Day?"

   Skittery stopped walking too. "Yeah it is," he replied.

   "I thought it was next week."

   "You got a Valentine?" Skittery asked as they continued to walk.

   "Nah," (Y/N) replied. "Yous?"

   "Hopefully by the end of the day," Skittery replied.

   (Y/N) nudged his side. "Ooh, thinkin' of askin' out a pretty girl?" Skittery nodded shyly. (Y/N) giggled, but inside she was screaming.

   But not the "OMG my shipppppp!!!" kind of scream. More of the "my crush will never love me back!!! NEVER!!!" kind of way.

   See, (Y/N) had had a crush on Skittery for ages. He was the kindest and most attractive boy she'd ever met. But she never had the courage to tell him. And now it was to late, because the girl Skittery wanted to ask to be his Valentine certainly couldn't be (Y/N). She was in the friend-zone.

"Well, I'mma head this way," Skittery said, pointing in another direction. "See ya later."

"Yeah, see ya."

   The two friends parted ways and started shouting out headlines. Skittery wanted to sell every single pape in his hands. He had a plan to ask out the girl, but he'd need a few things first. And he'd need to sell his papes before all the stores closed at nine o'clock.

   He started to shout out some headlines. Some real, others which he made up. Anything to get some extra cash.

   Once he successfully sold his last pape, Skittery pulled out all the money he made that day. One hundred and two cents. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out the spare cash he'd saved over the past week. Forty-six cents. He had one dollar and forty-eight cents in total. That should be enough, he thought.

   He checked his pocket watch. 8:45. He had to hurry. He had a few stops to make.

8:46

   Skittery ran into the flower shop on 53rd street. "Mrs. Roseberta!" He cried as he saw the flower shop owner.

   "Skittery!" she said as he walked up to the counter. "How are you dearie?"

   "I'm fine Mrs. Roseberta." He placed thirty-five cents on the counter. "One rose please."

   The elderly lady looked at him with a cheeky look. "Oh, finally got the guts to ask that girl out, huh?" Skittery turned red.

   Skittery had come many times to the flower shop to buy a rose for his crush, but never actually ended up buying one.

   "U-um, yes."

   Mrs. Roseberta giggled. "I have just the rose." She moved to the back room and came back with a beautiful red rose. She handed it to Skittery. "Red. Symbolizing love, beauty, and perfection. It says 'I love you' in every language on Earth."

   Skittery admired the rose in his hand. "It's perfect. Thank you so much Mrs. Roseberta," he said, tipping his hat.

   "Now go get her." Mrs. Roseberta whispered. Skittery quickly exited the shop.