she climbs onto the scooter,
turning around to smirk at me. "are you coming?"
it doesn't seem like the
safest or the
smartest
thing to do,
but with the sunlight rippling across her face,
dancing in her eyes,
nothing else seems to matter.
i climb on behind her and hold on tight.
a/n: hello! i'm dedicating this chapter to a fellow phandom member, @apostolic_girl_7603
check out her stuff and maybe give her a follow :)
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supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
