Will You Be My...

"...valentine?", Chrysoberyl asked, holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums. "No, that didn't feel right..."

Chrysoberyl looked way past the rock she was standing behind, and sighed, looking at Flower. She wanted Flower to be her valentine, and she wanted to ask her the right way. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, and tried again.

"Will you be my...sweetheart?", Chrysoberyl asked. "Ugh, not that, either." She facepalmed. "Okay, let us try again..."

"Will you be my...carrot cake? Lover? Pumpy-umpy-umpkin? Huckleberry pie? Cupcake? Gumdrop? Sugar? Pangolin? The apple of my eye? UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

She sat down next to the rock, hopeless. She could not think of one good thing that came out of her mouth. She might as well stay here until Valentines Day was over. Then she wouldn-

"Chrysoberyl?"

Chrys flinched, and looked up at the voice. It was Flower.

"Would you like to be Flower's...valentine?"

Chrysoberyl gasped, and her eyes turned into stars. "R-really? You mean it?!"

Flower nodded. "Flower did not expect you to be surprised...we are best friends, are we not? Now let us go!"

She grabbed Chrys' arm, and started playing with her. Chrys smiled.

It was perfect.