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Well.
I have to let you all know. I'm ghost trash.
Of Teacups and Little Moments
"Shoes, shoes... what the hell do I even have a damn Hawaiian shirt for?" With a grawl of angered frustration, Ghost slammed his closet closed. Trash's graduation was in just under 3 hours and here he was standing around in his boxers looking for a pair of dress shoes. With a groan, the frustrated young man slumped down onto the bed. He stared at his messy floor that was littered with rejected clothes. He needed to get dressed, call the restaurant to confirm thier reservation, pick up the flowers he bought... It wasn't everyday that someone graduates, and Ghost had every intention to show just how proud of her that he was. But, like every situation with the two of them, Ghost couldn't help but over think everything. He didn't know what to wear, if she would like the Italian restaurant he'd picked for the evening, if the flowers were to flashy and romantic, or were they not enough, too plain? "She wouldn't care what they looked like, so long as I showed I care," he mumbled. Standing up, Ghost moved back to the closet, he really needed to just grab something semi formal and go. Giving a sigh, he grabbed the only pair if dress pants he owned and fished around his floor for the purple button down that Trash had thought looked nice on him before. It would need to be ironed, but he supposed he could spare the time do that. He stood up and stated distastefully at the rumbled clothing. As he made his way to the door, something caught his eye. With a frown, Ghost reached over and tugged the blue under shirt off of the item. "Oh." Sitting there, on his messy, cluttered desk was a beautifully crafted, hand made tea pot. It made him smile as he picked it up. When Trash had given him this gift, just weeks before he'd given her that message in flowers.... This was what they were. An overly emotional mess of sentimental gestures and thought felt gifts. It's over analyzing the simple things and down playing the important ones. He smiled with adsolute happiness. What the hell. What the actual hell, was he doing? Stressing about his looks and trying to plan an evening out at some fancy unpersonal restaurant. A generic date with generic flowers. Ghost glanced at his alarm clock sitting innocently on his bedside table. He had exactly 2 hours and 29 minutes to get ready. It was more than enough time. XXXXXGRADUATIONXXXXCONGRATSXXXX "-Class of 2016!" With a deafening roar, graduation hats flew and people grabbed the person standing nearest them in hugs. Graduation, finally. Trash smiled widely as she disentangle herself from the mass. She scanned the crowd trying to find the one person she most wanted to see. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist and spun her around into the warm embrace of her roommate turned boyfriend. She laughed as she threw her arms around his shoulders. "Congratulations, sweetheart!" Ghost spun her around easily before setting her down and stepping back. With a waggle of his eyebrows, he produced a simply wrapped package. It wasn't huge, only about 5 inches tall and maybe 5 and half inches long. She took it with small laugh, examining the brown paper it was covered in curiously. "It isn't much," he warned, "and it's no where near as good as I know what some people could make, buy you needed one for the evening." With nimble fingers she uncovered the packaging and opened the simple box. Nestled inside was a beautiful blue teacup with flecks of silver and gold. Honestly, it was a handsome piece. She couldn't help but smile at the simple and thoughtful gesture. She turned it around in her hands as she examined it, on the bottom she found something made her breath escape her. "In life, there will be many more moments where we'll drive ourselves crazy to make it amazing. So here's to over analyzing the simple things and down playing the important ones. Love Ghost." Trash blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the tears building in them. "Hey, come here, don't cry. You're gonna make me cry. You know I'm the emotional one in this relationship." Gently Ghost pulled her to him and hugged her close. She huffed with exasperation. He would start crying. Probably ruin the makeup she could tell he'd used. "It's beautiful," She stated firmly. " And you're not allowed to cry. It's my graduation, so I'm the only one who has permission to start to sobbing." This time it was Trash that moved back. She didn't go far, just enough to wipe her eyes and look at the people around them. Everyone around them seemed to be greeting family and friends. Her happiness turned a little smug. Maybe they weren't the most normal of couples but they were pretty amazing in her book. She turned her eyes to the teacup, before turning her gaze to the warm smile of the man she could see herself spending the rest of her life with. "What do you have planned for tonight?" She watched his smile turn downright cheeky. "Well, let's go find out." XXXXXGRADUATIONXXXXCONGRATSXXXX Okay @literal-antique-trash, here is part one of my gift to you for your graduation. I hope today was amazing. I'll post the other part tomorrow.
Jonquils and Frankincense
    Burgundy,
The flowers read like a letter, handpicked and fresh from the little shop not but a ten minute walk from their shared apartment. Ghost had walked past the bright and cheery place on his way to work for weeks. He had often stopped to smile at the young women tending the flowers, offering a friendly greeting before continuing on his way.
He flicked the soft purple ribbon that held his bouquet together, idly musing on the meaning of each careful chosen piece of flora. Ghost had meant to stop by weeks ago, just to pick up a small splash of color to brighten up their small kitchen. He knew how much his roommate would appreciate the gesture, but until yesterday it hadnât really been a huge concern of his.
A flash of pain stabbed him in the chest as his musings wondered to the events of yesterday evening. Heâd been lounging in his room, a book held lazily in his hand, when his roommate had slammed the door to their apartment open. XXXXâŚXXX
âGhost!â
The call had jarred him from his peaceful hazy place among the written word. In any other situation, Ghostsâ temper would not have allowed him to keep his cool. But, that voiceâŚ
âGhost! Look at this,â a blur of movement and suddenly his bed is occupied with one more body. The voice and body belonged to his roommate, Trash.
Ghost snapped his book closed as he turned to regard his friend. She held her laptop on her lap, typing furiously on the keyboard, soft flyaway hair floating before her eyes. Ghost smiled with ease as he shifted closer to look at the screen. His affectionate expression morphed into confusion as he watched her log into her tumblr account. It soon froze all together as he saw what she intended to show him.
With a triumphant grin, Trash turned bright happy eyes to the male on the bed next to her. âLook at this! All these people that would date me!â she chirped. She scrolled through her feed pointing out her favorites and answering the newer answers. For a minute Ghost felt his eyes sting and his mouth tighten. Why would she do this? Why couldnât she just be happy with what he could give her? Was he not good enough?
Almost as if sensing his unease, Trash turned her gently eyes to her friend. She frowned as she saw his hard expression. She wondered for a moment if it was something she had done, but nothing sheâd done recently could account for such an expression on her normally laid back friend.
âHey? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?â she asked softly. Ghost turned his eyes to her worried eyes. Suddenly a whole myriad of emotions seemed to flash across his face before settling on an unidentifiably soft emotion. Her breath caught and for a moment she didnât know what to feel. These moments happened often. Moments when Ghost seemed to soften his edges, where his awkward fidgeting petered off and when he would gaze at her with this unknown emotion. She just didnât know, didnât understand. Did he, did Ghost, maybeâŚ?
âSorry, I was thinking about something I was reading.â Came his reply. He moved his eyes from hers and suddenly the spell was broken and she could breathe again. âIâm not surprised that all these people want to date you, sweetheart. Youâre a beautiful and talented writer, artist and friend. Anyone, man or woman, would be lucky to call you theirs.â His voice came out gently and he seemed to find his wall intensely interesting.
Trash paused, feeling her cheeks heated up and her smile widen. âYouâre such a sap.â She snorted. Reaching out, she pushed his shoulder lightly. He turned to smile at her, though she noticed his eyes didnât meet her own. She paused. Trash Hesitated slightly before opening her mouth to ask if-
âIâm thinking Mexican for dinner.â He said suddenly. Ghost pushed to his feet. He moved to leave the room, studiously avoiding his friendâs uncertain gaze. âDos Amigos has a special on Wednesdays right?â
Trash watched Ghost retreat. XXXâŚ.XX
And that had led to now. To today. To Strolling into the little Flower shop down the road, a handwritten note gripped tightly in his hand, a product of a mad frenzied night of research and hurt feelings. Ghost had taken a piece of paper and wrote a letter in flowers. Maybe he couldnât say what he felt in English, but flowers had a language also. One he could use.
    Yellow Acacia, Frankincense.
He wasnât good at romance. He wasnât some picture perfect prince charming with muscles and big bright personality. Ghost was an average awkward young man. Messy black hair and dirt brown eyes, nothing to appeal to the heart of a young bright woman, nothing but his sincerity and faithful heart.
    Peach Blossoms. Ivy. Moss Rosebud.
He was offering Frankincense and praying for ivy. Ghost felt his heart beat rapidly as he placed his simple and strange arrangement into the clear vase heâd bought in the shop. His hands shook slightly as he touched the orange-yellow, tubed shaped petal of one of the four Jonquils that were spread throughout the bouquet.
    Agrimony and Jonquil.
With a fortifying breath, Ghost picked up a pen lying abandoned on the breakfast bar and scribbled a simple message, before turning to leave once again.
Iâll be back tomorrow at 3pm.Â
    Yellow Tulip. XXX. End .XXX Well? What would you answer with @literal-antique-trash :]
Flower meanings (found here)
*Frankincense Faithful heart *Agrimony Thankfulness, Gratitude *Burgundy Unconscious beauty *ACACIA, Yellow Secret Love *Ivy Friendship, Fidelity, Marriage *Jonquil I desire a return of affection *Peach Blossom I am your captive *Tulip, Yellow Hopeless love *Moss Rosebud confession of Love
