Once there was a girl who loved lilacs.
Loved them a lot.
And she had a terrible day.
Near tears, she called a boy.
He talked to her even though he was at a party. (He's really amazing like that.)
Flash forward 19 hours.
The doorbells rang.
The girl opened the door.
(She was wearing a white lace dress, true to her name.)
There stood a redheaded boy holding a cup of lilacs.
The girl almost cried.
The boy stayed for the evening, having a light-saber war with they girl's siblings.
And the girl was happy.