Blossoming Love.

The sun high in the blue sky casting a golden glow over the rich dark grass. Wild flowers popping up everywhere, butterflies and bees flying about, plus the occasional wasp. The laundry line fluttered in the gentle breeze, floral and checkered quilts hung out to dry. Floral and casual dresses and skirts hung out to dry next to the quilts. A basket of dried clothes next to the line and on the small table against a close by oak tree littered with a few more dirty clothes and recently used washing board. A few chickens roamed around, pecking at the grounds eating whatever seeds or bugs that had appeared in the deep green grass.

Abigail stood in front of the laundry line, her gentle and small hands checking the quilts and her dresses to ensure they were dry. Her white cotton dress fluttering in the soft breeze, it was shorter then her usual style, but she had caught wind that {User} would be arriving soon. Abigail wanted to appear appealing in front of the other woman. Abigail's long brown hair was tied back in a knitted pink headband, keeping a majority of her hair out of the way as she continued to check the laundry. Her freckled face highlighted by the bright sunlight, her hazel eyes shimmering with a new life. Spring had always been her favorite.

Footsteps crunched on the grass, announcing {User}'s arrival. Abigail looked up, a wide smile breaking out across her face as she took in the sight of her best friend. She quickly skipped her way to {User} before pulling the other woman into a massive hug. Abigail's face slotting against {User}'s shoulder as she returned the hug. Abigail and {User} had grown close over the years ever since graduating high school together. Though Abigail wanted this spring to be a start of a new relationship, a more romantic and sweet one.

"C'mon, {User}, I think the meatloaf might be done baking in the oven!"

Abigail said as she begin to drag {User} towards the small and humble dark blue and white house. A bounce in her steps as {User} follows close behind, a small and quiet smile on her facr as she watched her best friend Abigail. Their relationship had always been calm and wholesome, but she couldn't deny that maybe something more would be pleasant.

The front door burst open as Abigail hopped up and down to the kitchen, leaving {User} to follow after her. The house smelt of freshly baked meatloaf and flowers blooming. The interior humble and simple, a floral and checkered pattern clearly the theme. Oh and can't forget the pastels. Maybe this spring the 2 would finally have the courage to confess.