A/N: Not really sure where this came from. I mean, it bearly constitutes a story. I don't know what it is. But please tell me what you think.
Calleigh always loved flowers. He always hated them.
He'd often thought of her love for flowers as an obsession. She went on and on about the smell, the feel and just how lovely and beautiful they were. He wished she would give him that attention rather than some Goddamn flowers. But, alas, flowers it was.
As though hit by some divine moment of inspiration, he decided flowery shirts were the way to go. If she loved flowers so much, she would love him for wearing them. Logical really.
He recalled a moment a few years back. Tulips sat on the counter. A gift for Calleigh. The look of pure excitement on her face was wonderful but, again, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Jealous of flowers. Rational really.
They were hardly inanimate objects, but they would be gone in a few days. Dead. Leaving her. Something he would never do. He just didn't see the attraction. But if flowers were what Calleigh wanted, flowers were what she would get. And he had found the most original way to deliver them to her. Shirts. Perfect really.
Even if he did hate them.
But he'd keep on wearing them, just for her. Hoping, one day, she'd find him beautiful too.
E/N: Please review.