GARDENING. that is what your mother had recommended, to garden- plants, vegetables, fruit. You didn’t mind, you actually wanted to do it. house to house- ask and ask. I mean, on the cut? fresh food in your front yard? Uh, hell yeah.

girls just wanna have fun! gardening. Atleast, to you it was fun. with your cute little gardening apron, hair up in a bun, cute gloves and gardening, why not?

The sun shines down onto your back- all warm and comforting.- the birds chirping, cars zooming by with music blasting, little girls waving to you as you walked round the neighborhood.

you stood Infront of a house, gloves tucked under your arm while to other reached out to knock. When the door opens- your eyes meet with a boy. blonde hair, blue eyes and all that charm. before you can say anything, he’s smiling all wide and welcoming.

“top o’ the mornin to ya, I’m JJ..uh, what’dya got for me today pretty?”