sign the paperwork and am instantly handed a white envelope, which I can only assume is a card.
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
I know I was a jerk, But I miss you.
With a soft smile, I stare at the card written in his amazing cursive handwriting.
“Excuse me, miss.” I hear the voice of one of the workers pipe up.
“Hmm?” I hum out, still in awe over the card. “Excuse me.” He repeats himself.
Irritated that he wants my attention, I look up to see Justin in one of the florists’ suits. Immediately, I squeal, “You were here the whole time!”
Nodding slowly, he smiles softly before I toss my arms around him for a warm embrace. Justin, with a relieved sigh, hugs me tightly, both arms around my waist, and snuggles closely.
After a few minutes of silence and a longing gaze into my eyes, he asks, “So, are you still mad at me?”
“Kind of.” My shoulders shrug slightly. “It’s hard to be mad when you’ve sent so many flowers.”
“That’s the hope.”
“Have you seen all those flowers? Do you know how much time someone took to prune those and make sure they were perfect? I mean, I can’t believe you were able to even find that many flowers in one shop! In fact I—”
“Peyton.” Justin brings me out of my anxiousness.
Pulling my arms away from him slowly, I ask, “What was Peter talking about…about all those girls?”
After taking a moment to process his thoughts, he licks his lips. “So, before I gave up my life to be a Lost Boy, I was a lot like Peter.”
“A jerk?”
With a bit of a laugh, he nods. “Girls fell at my feet. There was never a moment in time that I didn’t have a date. There was never a girl I couldn’t have. So I’ve dated quite a few girls, met many of their parents, and done quite a few things.”
“Oh.”
“But I didn’t want to tell you because that’s not who I am anymore. I’m a different person now. I care about my choices. I care about people, and I know how much better life is when, well, you actually put your heart into a relationship.”
“We’re in a relationship?” The question forces me to raise my eyebrows.
“I don’t usually send that many roses to girls I’m not involved with.”
“I thought I was just a decoy.”
“Maybe to them.” He reaches out to wrap his arms around me again. “But to me—”
“Prove it.” I stand up for myself for what feels like the first time since I met him. “You know me and so many of my secrets, but you…Every time I look up, there’s something new that slaps me in the face. I mean, what’s the deal with the tattoo on your wrist? Why is there a musical note? What about your family? Your parents? What’s with the skeleton key you carry around? That key looks so ancient that I don’t think it could open a pharaoh’s tomb. And what’s Neverland?”
“Slow down, Us Weekly.” He chortles, placing his hands in the air. After a small pause, Justin says, “Spend the day with me?”
“We have class in like forty five minutes.”
“Skip.”
“I’ve never skipped class before.”
“Everyone has to try it at least once,” he says encouragingly with his mischievous grin. “Come on. Skip school this one day, and I’ll let in on some of those secrets.”
“Some?” I tilt my head. “I want all those answers.”
“I’ll give you those answers and probably more, but only if you skip school and spend the day with me,” he says in his familiar, charming voice.
Staring deep into his eyes, I grin at how adorable he looks in a florist’s delivery boy suit before I let out a heavy sigh. How often does a guy dress up and do something like this? I can’t even remember the last guy who gave me anything, including a sweet smile. And, not to mention, the curiosity of not knowing much about the person I’m going to help save the world with is beginning to weigh on me. “Deal.”
“Do you mind if I change first?” He points to the uniform.
“I don’t know. I kind of like
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
I know I was a jerk, But I miss you.
With a soft smile, I stare at the card written in his amazing cursive handwriting.
“Excuse me, miss.” I hear the voice of one of the workers pipe up.
“Hmm?” I hum out, still in awe over the card. “Excuse me.” He repeats himself.
Irritated that he wants my attention, I look up to see Justin in one of the florists’ suits. Immediately, I squeal, “You were here the whole time!”
Nodding slowly, he smiles softly before I toss my arms around him for a warm embrace. Justin, with a relieved sigh, hugs me tightly, both arms around my waist, and snuggles closely.
After a few minutes of silence and a longing gaze into my eyes, he asks, “So, are you still mad at me?”
“Kind of.” My shoulders shrug slightly. “It’s hard to be mad when you’ve sent so many flowers.”
“That’s the hope.”
“Have you seen all those flowers? Do you know how much time someone took to prune those and make sure they were perfect? I mean, I can’t believe you were able to even find that many flowers in one shop! In fact I—”
“Peyton.” Justin brings me out of my anxiousness.
Pulling my arms away from him slowly, I ask, “What was Peter talking about…about all those girls?”
After taking a moment to process his thoughts, he licks his lips. “So, before I gave up my life to be a Lost Boy, I was a lot like Peter.”
“A jerk?”
With a bit of a laugh, he nods. “Girls fell at my feet. There was never a moment in time that I didn’t have a date. There was never a girl I couldn’t have. So I’ve dated quite a few girls, met many of their parents, and done quite a few things.”
“Oh.”
“But I didn’t want to tell you because that’s not who I am anymore. I’m a different person now. I care about my choices. I care about people, and I know how much better life is when, well, you actually put your heart into a relationship.”
“We’re in a relationship?” The question forces me to raise my eyebrows.
“I don’t usually send that many roses to girls I’m not involved with.”
“I thought I was just a decoy.”
“Maybe to them.” He reaches out to wrap his arms around me again. “But to me—”
“Prove it.” I stand up for myself for what feels like the first time since I met him. “You know me and so many of my secrets, but you…Every time I look up, there’s something new that slaps me in the face. I mean, what’s the deal with the tattoo on your wrist? Why is there a musical note? What about your family? Your parents? What’s with the skeleton key you carry around? That key looks so ancient that I don’t think it could open a pharaoh’s tomb. And what’s Neverland?”
“Slow down, Us Weekly.” He chortles, placing his hands in the air. After a small pause, Justin says, “Spend the day with me?”
“We have class in like forty five minutes.”
“Skip.”
“I’ve never skipped class before.”
“Everyone has to try it at least once,” he says encouragingly with his mischievous grin. “Come on. Skip school this one day, and I’ll let in on some of those secrets.”
“Some?” I tilt my head. “I want all those answers.”
“I’ll give you those answers and probably more, but only if you skip school and spend the day with me,” he says in his familiar, charming voice.
Staring deep into his eyes, I grin at how adorable he looks in a florist’s delivery boy suit before I let out a heavy sigh. How often does a guy dress up and do something like this? I can’t even remember the last guy who gave me anything, including a sweet smile. And, not to mention, the curiosity of not knowing much about the person I’m going to help save the world with is beginning to weigh on me. “Deal.”
“Do you mind if I change first?” He points to the uniform.
“I don’t know. I kind of like
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