Dandelion

You tuck his yellow head tightly under your own, breathing in his delicate spice. He just tenaciously popped up in your life and was impossible to get rid of. You smile when you think of how he flew apart when you blew him earlier, and then you laugh when you realize you've finally figured him out.

Justin is a fucking dandelion.

You recall something about rubbing a dandelion under your chin - if it rub off it means you're in love.

And, damn it, if you don't just feel bits of blond boy clinging to the skin beneath your jaw.