Chapter Thirty

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Mavis.

"Mavi," Mom shouted from downstairs, making me ruin my eyeliner in the process. Taking a deep a breath, I try to stop myself from smashing the mirror. "Mavi," she yells again and I stomp downstairs, "what is it?" trying to keep my frustration in control.

She was standing in front of the kitchen counter looking down at something. "You just received something," she still doesn't turn around and as I walked closer I see the enormous flower bouquet laying there. My mother lift it and turn around holding a card in her hand. The bouquet was gorgeous, a beautiful arrangement with all kind of different pink flowers. Roses, tulips, azaleas and some others I don't even recognize the name. "I realized I never asked you about your favorite flowers, I hope this is good enough. From June."

After finishing reading the letter, her dark eyes regard me with mischief, a knowing smile dancing on her lips. "How come I don't know that you have a boyfriend," I took the card from her, rereading the words over and over as if to prove they were true, and not some kind of a joke. "He is not my boyfriend,"

"An admirer then?" her curious gaze still on me, and when I look at her I shake my head. "No, he is just someone that is willing to waste his time on me because he thinks I'm worth it," I still can't believe that I agreed to go on a date with him, or that he sent me flowers. No one ever sent me flowers.

"Mavi baby, you're not a waste of time. And I'm happy that this boy sees it, he sounds like a sweet guy." yeah, mom. He is the sweetest, but I still don't see what he sees in me. "I have a date with him, this afternoon." I find myself saying, and mom clap in excitement. "Oh my goodness, that's amazing. You must be so excited." Excited? more like a nervous, anxious wreck. My mom must have seen it, because she was caressing my hair the next second. "Mavis, don't start overthinking now. If he asked you out, he must like you, so just enjoy your time and have fun."

If only it was that simple. I wish I could make it that simple, but its like my brain decided on its own to think about how it could all go wrong. "I will try," I will try, I want to have fun and enjoy my time with June. She warmly smiles and hands me the bouquet, "you have a vase in your room?" I nod and she ushers me away with a wink, "Now, go get ready. Get all pretty and show off."

I roll my eyes and when I'm in the middle of climbing the stairs I turn around, "don't tell dad," she made a face, she doesn't like keeping things from him. "Please, just for now." she waits before nodding, "okay, but remember that your dad loves you, Mavi. And only wants to protect and help you," I know that, but his ways of helping me and protecting me make me feel worst about myself. I only bob my head in agreement, not wanting to argue over this, before strolling to my room and calling June.

"Hey," he sounds eager, as if he was waiting for my call. "I guess you received the flowers," I plop myself on the bed, trying to find what to say to him. "Thank you," my voice sounded strange, I don't know why. "You didn't have to,"

"You didn't like them?" his eagerness turned into concern, and I instantly felt bad. "Oh, no I loved them, I do. You just didn't have to go all out like that." the line was quiet before his voice filled the silence, "you think me sending you flowers is going all out?"

"Euh, yes?" I sound like an idiot. "Mavis, that's like the minimum." I frown at his response even if he can't see me. "No, it's not."

"Yes, it is for me. It's just flowers, I didn't send you a diamond necklace." he argues back. Well for me, it is a big gesture. I don't care that it's just flowers and not diamonds, just the fact that he took his time to go get me flowers and knowing him, he personally picked them because it is no coincidence that they are all pink makes me want to sob. I don't deserve him. "Well, let me tell you that this bouquet is better than any diamond necklace I could receive."

His little chuckle almost sends me over the edge, "I'm glad you like them. but let's not lie," I refute, "I'm not lying." he hums slowly and I find myself enjoying the sound. " alright, so what's your favorite flower. So I'm prepared for next time."

"Already preparing for a next time?" I ask, curiously. "Yes, I'm confident about today," a smile itch its way onto my face. I love it when he gets all cocky like this, it's funny. "tulips and white roses."

"Noted."

"You didn't tell me about the dress code, what should I wear?" it's not my type to ask this kind of question, but I don't to be underdressed or dressed inappropriately for the occasion. "It's going to be outdoors, and nothing fancy. So you can wear whatever you like." I bite my inner cheek, before asking again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mavi. I'm sure." he responds, and then quickly adds. "And I'm picking you up at five pm, sorry I have to go."

"Okay, bye."

"Oh, and mavis, stop overthinking this. Everything is going to be fine, I promise." I don't like promises, most of the time they are made just to be broken. But I believe in his. I strangely do.

I put the flowers into the vase and settled them nicely on the edge of my window, a sudden surge of excitement runs through my blood and I'm whipping around and running into my closet trying to find something cute to wear. It took me almost two hours to decide, I changed skirt after skirt and dress after dress nothing would work, until I found a pretty off the shoulders white sundress that I completely forgot about. The weather was nice, not warm enough though so I still paired it with a light blue cardigan. I kept the makeup simple, just altered the black eyeliner for a pink one because I'm feeling colorful today.

And before I knew it, my phone was ringing and June was waiting for me outside.

He was leaning against his car door, but he quickly straightened up shoving his phone into his pocket the second he heard the front door open. He dragged his gaze slowly over my silhouette until he settled on my eyes, the short moment felt like eternity before he broke it with a single smile and every fiber of my body hummed in joy.

He looked devilishly handsome, Slicked back umber hair glistening golden under the sun and chocolate eyes squinting into a smile. he was wearing A tight white shirt under a cream colored button up that he kept upon, brown pants paired with white sneakers.

I never thought I would say this about a guy, but I like his style. It's simple but at least he can coordinate colors and isn't stuck with jeans. "Are we going to stare each other down all evening? I mean I don't mind you're quite the sight but I would rather do it somewhere else." I slide my eyes back on his amused face, before I stroll toward him, he opens the passenger door and close behind me.

"You look stunning," he breathed the words the moment he sits on the driver's side. I could feel the burning heat of his stare and I could barely look at him, but I managed to do so and crack out a nervous, "thank you," I hear him chuckle. "Damn I never thought I would see you nervous,"

My head whirl around to face him with a sharp look, maybe I am nervous but he doesn't get to say it. "I am not nervous," his left hand was gripping the wheel while his right one was posed lazily across his chin, while he tried to hide his smirk. "Hmm, yeah of course."He doesn't believe me. "I said I'm not," his teasing smile still playing on his lips and I'm fighting the urge to kiss it off him. "It's okay, nervous look cute on you," I smack his arm and send him a glare, "call me nervous one more time and you can go on the date by yourself."

He chuckles. "I'm sorry, it just felt like one chance in a lifetime." I roll my eyes at him and turn my head away. "I will get you back on this,"

"Oh, I know."

The ride was quiet, expect from the low music playing on the radio. He was leaving the city, driving out of town for quite some time but not too long, I don't mind as long as it's him. His presence is calming and put me in a good mood.I don't realize that we arrived until he turned the car off, and told me to 'stop,' when I tried to open my door, just for him to come running around to do it himself.

I narrow my eyes at him, slightly shaking my head. "You know I can open my own door, right?" he ignores me and gently tugs me in front of him and pushes me to walk. "You already told me, but I like doing it so bear with me."

I look around, finding that we were in some kind of park, with lush green grass and tall trees perched on a long road leading to what seems like a small cliff. "We are going up there?" I ask, pointing to the highest peak of the hill, where a single big tree was planted. June nodded, looking down at my hand for a second before he hesitantly took hold of it and then looked back at me as if asking for permission. When I don't say anything he starts walking, "I hope you don't get tired easily,"

"I like walking, don't worry."

"You know, I was freaking out because I didn't know where to take you," he confessed, looking straight ahead while I stared at his profile. "You were freaking out?" he hums in response. "Yes, I had to call my mom because my friends are useless. And then when my mom gave me an idea, I was nervous that you would get bored." he then looks at me, a small frown dotting his face, "so please if you do get bored tell me,"

I've never met someone so honest with his feelings. Is it normal to be saying all that you feel and think like this? I don't even know. It's impressive to me because I would rather not talk at all than be so open with my emotions. I always think people would laugh at my anxiety, and think it's silly to be feeling like that over such small things. Or when I get angry about stuff, I would rather hit something than clearly express why I'm upset, because it feels like no one would understand. Telling me he was nervous and freaked out because of me, feels so strange.

Why isn't he self-conscious? Didn't he think that I would make fun of him? I wonder what it feels like to be this healthy with expressing your feelings. I envy him.

"I'm not going to be bored," I assert, looking away from his face. I got speechless before I could say something else. under the big tree, a big fluffy blanket was set on the ground, filled with a variety of food. From fruits to patisserie, to salty snacks and drinks. There were two cushions laid close to the tree trunk, and a blanket just next to them. It looked so pretty, very much aesthetic with the view behind it. To sum it up, it was Pinterest-worthy.

"You guys are finally here," Jamie popped out from behind the tree followed by Axel. "You took your sweet time." He then looks at me and flashes me a smile, "looking pretty, Mavis." June grunted in response, "alright, thanks for your help. You can leave, now."

"Don't be ungrateful," he replies, then adds just before walking away. "Have fun, love birds." Axel sends us a nod before walking behind him.

"Sorry about them, I needed help." June was doing something on his phone, while I kept looking around, astonished by the efforts he made just for me. And I thought he couldn't be more thoughtful, music started playing from a small bluetooth speaker I hadn't noticed before. It was low, but high enough that it wasn't too quiet around us. He must have remembered what I told him. "So do you like it?"

I face him, happiness flowing over me like waves on water. I couldn't contain my smile, "I love it."


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