Title: peacock love
Genre: romance/humour
Rated: K
Pairing: Joella

Joe had just wanted to please her, just wanted to show her how much she meant to him. His precious flower, his lovely color that made his life like a rainbow.

He should have known he'd mess it up. He should have known himself better. But he hadn't been able to resist. He just had to go and do it.

She was so beautiful, like an angel. So lovely and featherlight when he picked her up and kissed her. What else should he have used.

So creative, so bubbly. So incredibly talented and her favorite color was red. Had there been other options? How had it gone so horribly wrong?

And cloth, she loved cloth. Fabric and nail polish. How could he have expressed her more? He had just wanted to please her.

And he loved her, he loved her so much. She was everything to him, so he had to do it.
Tears ran over his tanned cheek.

Her face should've been priceless, but Joe could only sit on the ground, his feet sprawled underneath him, looking up to her face –she hadn't yet spotted him– through his eye-lashes.

"Joe?!" She softly called, almost kindly. "Why does my room look like a giant, ketchup-filled, dressed-up peacock exploded in it?"