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    — OPHELIA —
    i wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed
    17 y/o - cis female - wallflower


    plot: Ophelia is many things, but above all, she is good. She's a good person, and that's enough for her. She's also in love with a boy from her school, one who would never look twice at her- the captain of the football team, the student body president, the most popular boy in town. That is, until they're both ditched by Valentine's Day dates at a fancy restaurant. They're suddenly thrown into a whirlwind of drama, adventure, and, most of all, love.


    IC: All dolled up in a floral dress and ballet flats, Ophelia Aayana walked into the swankiest restaurant in town, Les Étoiles, and walked up to the podium to speak to the hostess. "I'm Ophelia. I'm here for a date with DJ Darling?" she said quietly, with a small smile. The hostess smiled back and picked up two menus.


    "He's not here yet," the woman said, beckoning Ophelia to follow her as she walked toward the tables. "But I'm sure he will be soon." She led her to a small table near the wall and pulled out the chair for her. "A waitress will be by in a moment to take your drink order. Have a lovely evening, and happy Valentine's Day." Ophelia sat down and opened up her menu to begin browsing.


    "What would you like to drink, ma'am?" a woman with a slight southern accent asked just a moment later. A bit startled, Ophelia looked up and smiled again. "Um, a lemonade would be fantastic," she said, and the woman smiled and walked off. Ophelia read through the appetizer section of the menu until her drink arrived, then thanked the waitress and took a sip.


    Time passed by, until DJ wasn't just a couple of minutes late- he was ten, fifteen, twenty-two minutes late and counting. The waitress had long ago begun to give the blonde pitying looks, and Ophelia herself had stopped even looking at the menu. She was just about to pull out her wallet to make sure she had enough for her drink and a tip when she saw him, a few tables away: not DJ, but a much better boy, a boy she had been in love with for several years. He sat alone, wearing a suit, with the same lost, sad look on his face Ophelia was sure she wore on hers. She wanted nothing more than to go talk to him, to say something, but she couldn't. She was terrified, and humiliated, and honestly, she was exhausted. So she resolved to sit there until he left and glance at him every thirty seconds or so, and hope he didn't see her. Not that he would. He never saw her. Not at school, or at the store, or in the public library. Les Étoiles shouldn't be so different, right?


    Wrong.


    ♚ makaio


    — LANDON —
    maybe this world is just too cruel for us to be together
    18 y/o - cis male - jock


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    Landon must have showed up early. Les Étoiles was already buzzing with valentines dates and various others, so when he arrived he wasn't that surprised that his date hadn't showed up yet. Why would he be worried? Not a girl in the entire school would turn down a date with Landon Quincy, right? The teen sat down, fiddling with his thumbs and giving a small thanks to the waitress when she delivered his water. The seat across from him sat empty for what felt like hours, and no matter how many times his chocolate orbs shifted from the ice in his water to the empty seat, she never came.


    A twinge of disappointment was beginning to pull at his heart. Shuffling in his seat he realized he probably looked rather pathetic sitting alone in a restaurant on Valentines Day. With a sigh he brushed a hand through his ginger locks, scanning his surroundings with the last slither of hope he had. Nothing. A no show. He had been ditched. In the midst of his lookout a flash of gold caught his eye. A girl just across the room sat alone, just like him, with a melancholy look reflecting her heart, just like his. He recognized her - she went to his school. Ophelia, the wallflower, a diamond in the rough.


    Realizing he had been staring he turned away quickly. She was pretty, he always thought so. But their worlds were decades apart. Imagine it; the most popular boy in school, captain of the football team, dating a girl who isn't a cheerleader. People would talk, and Landon was never one for drama. He avoided it whenever he could. So, he never talked to her, not once, but what about now? A beautiful girl, sitting among couples, with lack of a valentine.


    Without a second thought Landon stood from his lonely seat, making his way over to the blonde's table. God, this is stupid. Just turn back now before you do something you regret, he mentally kicked himself. It was too late, and before he knew it he had already been close enough to catch her attention. "Hey," he offered her a smile "Ophelia, right?" He already knew her name, so he didn't really know why he asked. He wasn't usually nervous when talking to girls, but something about her made the butterflies in his stomach flutter. "Is this seat taken?" He asked her, motioning to the empty chair across from her.


    [size=8]♚ makaio

    — OPHELIA —
    i wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed
    17 y/o - cis female - wallflower


    Around the third time Ophelia glanced over at Landon's table, it was empty. Well, good, she thought. Now I can leave. She was about to reach into her purse to grab her wallet when she noticed that somebody was standing by her table. Not just anybody- Landon. As soon as she noticed him, he began to speak to her. The fact that he even knew her name was so shocking that it was a moment before she could answer his question. Blushing pale pink, the blonde tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear and said, "Um, no, not really."


    How embarrassing. All dolled up, ready for a date, just to be ditched and noticed by the most popular boy in the school. On Valentine's Day. It was enough to make a girl want to die. Instead of screaming or getting up and leaving, as she wished to do, Ophelia just gave him a very small, very quick smile while staring down at the table cloth and motioned for him to join her. She wasn't sure why she did this- this was the worst situation in the world, why was she making it worse for herself? Maybe it was because of the tiny part of her saying that it would get better, not worse.


    ♚ makaio