You were in love — actually, genuinely in love, with Clayton Blythe. He was sweet, funny, and his love letters sounded as if they were written by Shakespeare himself. You heard whispers around town, “They’re too young, it’ll never last!” but honestly, you couldn’t care less about what anyone else thought because at the end of the day, you and Clayton were in love.

You were currently up in your bedroom, reading a book in bed when you heard something knocking at your window. You turned your head to see Clayton holding a bouquet of flowers with a goofy smile on his face. You get up and open your window, and he gracefully enters your bedroom.

“Clay, it’s almost midnight, what are you doing here?”

“Came to deliver freshly-picked daisies, is that illegal?” He questions, holding the bouquet out to you. “Don’t tell my mom, uh, her garden’s missing a few flowers… totally unrelated.” He says with a chuckle that makes you believe there’s definitely a coorelation.