Author's Note: This is a collection of VERY short stories I have been tinkering around with but have not been able to stretch long enough to be in a full length story. They are all work in progress and mostly taking up room on my computer so they wont all be winners. Also they are in no particular order though they all take place either mid or pre-musical. The time it takes place will be expressed in each story. I will not be writing a first meeting story because I think El loopy's is so fricken cute. And I will not be writing post musical because S. Snowflake's post musical stories are already perfect. Because of these reasons I dedicate these stories to them. Also you know this already but I don't own Little Shop of Horrors or any of the characters

"Seymour!" Audrey exclaimed as she rushed through the shop door, the bell jingling above her. Seymour was already positioned behind the counter toying with a now two foot tall Audrey II.

"Oh Seymour I'm sorry I missed your show. Your first big radio broadcast!" she kept talking as she turned her back to hang up her jacket, "I tried to be on time, really. I did catch the end though. Now tell me everything. How is Wink…"

Her words were halted as she spun around and saw his face. Unmoving he was staring at her with a look of shock and pain, as if he had been slapped.

"Audrey…" he breathed, "What happened?"

She looked down at her sling at which his eyes were glued.

"Oh."

She had been so careful up to this point. Most injuries she was able to cover with makeup, a long skirt or long sleeves. The ones she wasn't able to she wrote off as her own clumsiness, something Seymour understood all too well. A sling was harder to explain.

"I'm okay," she said forging a smile, "Doesn't hurt too bad. Really."

His look of pain didn't waver. Absentmindedly he touched the top of his right cheek, realizing for the first time her black eye wasn't a fashion statement. She mirrored his movement. He looked as if he was about to cry.

"No, no really I'm okay! Besides it's not his fault it's mine."

"His?"

She looked down at the floor. Stupid! She thought.

"My… my boyfriend."

Neither spoke for a minute. Neither moved.

"And you believe him?" he asked finally.

She smiled as her vision grew cloudy with tears.

"Well, yes."

She turned her back on him now. Slowly she unraveled her scarf from her neck and hung it over her coat.

"I don't," she heard him whisper to himself.