If you asked anybody who the clumsy one out of Ruben and Cecelia's friendship was, they wouldn't have to think too hard before answering. After all, Cecelia was a cheerleader, and Ruben had trouble staying on his feet while standing still.

She may not have been clumsy, but she was forgetful. And unfortunately for her, her forgetfulness sometimes led to clumsiness.

Like when she forgot to tie her shoelaces and ended up tripping on the uneven sidewalk. Of course, Ruben didn't let her hear the end of it.

Especially after the second time.

It was 4 o'clock on a Wednesday, and both of Cecelia's knees were already scraped.

"I wish I had a bandaid for you, sadly, I don't," Ruben teased, "but I can kiss it better for you if you'd like."

"I have an idea." She growled, tired of his merciless jokes, "Instead, why don't you kiss my a-"

He rudely interrupted her. "Now, now. Don't throw a temper tantrum. Hey," he took on a more mischievous look, "you know how you keep falling because you keep forgetting to tie your shoelaces?"

"Does this story have a point, or do you just feel the need to remind me?" She deadpanned. The two continued their walk to Cecelia's house, as her car was in the shop for maintenance.

"Some people get flowers to remind themselves to do things. Know any good flower shops?" He grinned, his eyes sparkling with humor.

Cecelia rolled her eyes at his obvious attempt to get her to see Xerxes again. "I don't think so, do you?"

"I know one. But there's a really cute guy who works there, so every time I go in I get distra— oh, wait. That's you." He laughed as Cecelia bumped him with her backpack. "Seriously, we're passing by it anyways. Get some forget-me-nots and see Xerxes, I'll wait outside." He pleaded.

She looked into his big eyes and caved, as she always did when it came to Ruben. "Fine, but I'm only doing this for you."

The bell jingled as Cecelia walked inside, her face immediately lifting into a smile as she spotted Xerxes at the counter.

"Why, hello there." He grinned. "How can I help you?"

"I fell twice on my way here," she complained, "cause I keep forgetting to tie my shoelaces, and now my knees are all scraped up."

"I'm sorry to hear that," He laughed, cocking an eyebrow, "but what does that have to do with flowers?"

She felt heat rush to her cheeks. "Oh, right. I need forget-me-nots, to remind me to tie my shoes."

Xerxes laughed. "You know, most people just tie a string around their finger."

"I don't know a string store with a cute boy working the counter." She teased, grinning despite the blush, and thinking of how proud Ruben would be if he had heard her.

"Your flirting has improved since I first met you." He nodded approvingly, trying to hold back a blush as well.

"I know," she grinned, "thanks."

"Anyways, let me run into the back and grab the flowers. Do you want a full bouquet or just a small one?"

"A small one is fine," She said, and he disappeared, returning quickly with a half a bouquet of small blue flowers.

"I hope your knees heal soon," he smiled after she had paid for the flowers.

Cecelia tried to think of a witty comeback, but her brain failed her. "Me too, thanks."

"Hey, wait." He called after her as she began to walk to the door.

"Yeah?" She turned to face him again.

He reached forward and picked out a group of flowers from her bouquet. Cecelia felt her heart speed up as he reached out and stuck the small group of flowers behind her ear, the small splash of blue standing out against her dark hair and skin.

As her cheeks flared up, she avoided meeting his eyes, deciding to look at the ground and blush like an idiot instead. When she finally looked up after a moment of silence, Xerxes flashed her a charming grin, and she knew that tying her shoes wasn't the only thing she'd remember when she looked at the bright blue flowers.