#lemoncandy

Lemon Cookie huffed as he leaned against a tree nearby, watching as the girl with fluffy hair rambled on and on about the meaning of the flowers she was collecting.  He had ended up not paying attention to the actual lesson, rather just enjoy the melodic tone of her voice as she hummed a song soon afterwards. The peaceful grove they had found themselves in helped with the atmosphere.  No one else but them.  Just him and her, enjoying the blessings the end of spring had brought with them.  “So, uh...” “Hm?  What is it, Lemon?”  Cotton stood, turning to him with bright, wide eyes.  Those pretty eyes, colored a sweet pink hue, always reminded him of the metaphorical rose colored glasses that Orange wore when Lime was around.  Maybe he was wearing them too, and he just didn’t know?  The idea was preposturous, the more he thought about it. Oh well.  There was no use dwelling. “What are all these flowers for, anyways?”  Lemon asked after a bit.  “Lilies, roses, carnations... And all colored pink or red, too...” “They’re for flower crowns, silly!”  Cotton’s giggle was a lovely noise to the dull air, like a track that wouldn’t ever get out of his head.  Usually, such things would annoy him to no end, but when it’s her it was... soothing, oddly enough. “Flower crowns?” “You’ve never heard of them?” “Well... No,” Lemon admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck.  “Don’t really know much about those... Cute, soft things.” “Then c’mere, you!”  He suddenly felt himself being dragged along, Cotton having grabbed his wrist and leading him out into the meadow.  “I can show you how!  Come on, sit down!”  The excitement in her voice was contagious, he’d admit.  With a light smile, he’d follow her instruction, the sound of her voice gently guiding him as he wove a flower crown made of white, pink, and a few yellow lillies.  “See?  It’s easy, isn’t it?” “I... Suppose so,” Lemon would respond as he brushed his hands over the thing before placing it on his head.  “How does it look?” “Wonderful!  Do you wanna make a few more for Orange and Lime?”  Cotton would offer, and eagerly, Lemon would nod as he began work on a second flower crown.  Then a third.  A fourth.  And a fifth for her. It was a satisfying afternoon.  Time seemed to fly by as he listened to Cotton talk about whatever she wished; anything to hear the sheer joy and excitement in her voice.  It was such a pretty melody, one he wouldn’t mind hearing again.  For a moment, he had even forgotten the walk home, the track of her voice playing in his head over and over again.  Whether it be small little facts like how sea otters hold hands to avoid drifting away or just small moments that made her happy, he could only hear her voice chiming in those words.  He hadn’t even realized he was home until Orange snapped him out of his daze. “Someone sure looks giddy.  Seen a special someone today~?”  Her voice had a teasing chime to it, and Lemon could feel his cheeks flushing cyan. “S-shut up...” “Don’t worry, I understand,” Orange added on.  “That flower crown says a lot.” Not as much as the melody of her voice, to him at least.  He’d never say it out loud, but Cotton Candy? She sure was special.