( gimme-coffee-now​. )

Being a teen meant being lazy, and with that came Jack’s tendency to leave things to the last minute; he never left himself enough time to buy flowers on this particular day, but that might have just been an excuse to avoid having to pick out something he was completely clueless about. Besides, there was a certain house whose garden was full of the prettiest flowers Jack had ever seen. Perhaps it was unethical to be stealing flowers for such an occasion, but really, the faux-albino teen didn’t give a flying fuck. Imagine birds fucking while they fly. He stooped down, crouching as he had a couple of times before to gather the flowers he wanted, vaguely remembering his mother naming them, though the words were hazy in his mind’s eye.

It did occur to him to just ask whoever this house belonged to, but where was the fun in that, right? Right. Dead people didn’t need fancy bouquets of flowers that probably cost more than Jack’s whole wardrobe anyway, and it was, in his opinion, a lot nicer to receive something picked and chosen by the one that gave them. Of course, these were all excuses that ran through his mind while plucking the flowers, keeping the stems long enough to be held, but being careful not to pull out the roots. He didn’t even hear a door being opened until a voice was wafting over to him, and in his haste to stand up, the flowers almost fell from pale fingers, slightly reddened by the cold.
“I swear I can explain!”

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