The Guy, The Girls, and The Flowers
Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden. Today you caught me and demanded to come along to see if the girl is "pretty enough to warrant flower theft." I creep over the wooden garden fence, as I always did on the first Saturday of the month. Today isn't any different than any other month, I tell myself . It's just... her birthday. I swing my leg over the pointed wood at the top of the fence and wince at the pain from a splinter in my ring finger. I drop down from the rickety wood and a large twig SNAPS under my foot. The lights flicker on in the window to your living room and the curtains flutter open as I dive behind a rose bush. I see your face peaking out from behind the vibrantly patterned curtains. You're very pretty, with beautiful strawberry blonde hair and steel blue eyes with a light scar under your right one. I see you more than you see me. I'm in chemistry class with you, but I always sit in the back. You've probably never noticed me befo...