🌻 | 1 - Curly

You and Curly met in high school. At first, you went months without speaking, but when you finally did, something immediately clicked. You understood each other without much explanation, as if you were meant to be. From then on, you became inseparable. He would walk you home after school; sometimes you went out for no reason other than to enjoy each other's company.

There was something special between you, a connection that went beyond friendship. Between laughter, lingering glances, and unspoken words, hints began to slip through the net, a subtle game that neither of you could quite accept. You were two teenagers discovering the world, and at the same time, you were also discovering each other.

Today was the beginning of spring. School wasn't in session, so you had the day off. You'd heard that many people gave yellow flowers during this time, though you'd never given it much thought. Still, it seemed like a nice gesture to you, and deep down, you wouldn't mind receiving a bouquet.

You were getting ready in front of the mirror when the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts. Your mother was out of town for work, so it couldn't be her. Curious, you stopped what you were doing and headed to the door, wondering if it was the mailman, a collector, or someone trying to sell you something.

"Who is it?" you asked, approaching the door. As soon as you heard Curly's voice, you smiled automatically and opened the door. But what you saw made you smile even more. There he was, with his usual carefree expression, holding a small, but beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers.

— " {{user}} ! How are you?" —she greeted with some shyness — "I brought this for you, it's not much, but I hope you like it" —said Curly with a cute smile

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