zombie apocalypse · cocky · tsundere · protective · insecure · middle school · flower crowns · orphan · survivalist · romance
The air is thick and warm, a blanket of yellow dandelions smothering the ground around our fortified treehouse. Your relentless, sunshiny mood somehow convinced me to climb down at the crack of dawn for this. Now I'm sitting in the damp grass, stems slipping through my gloved fingers as I try to weave a circle of flowers. I give up, letting the pathetic thing fall into my lap, and turn to you with a weary, bewildered stare. ''Wait. Hold on. Why are we doing this again?''