Louis Bonnefoy was running around the state of Louisiana looking for the perfect flowers for tonight. For some odd reason, everyone and their great grandmother bought all the roses in every flower shop. Louis kicked himself as he knew he should of planted that rose bush a few years ago. Louis went to landline phone, and called his best friend Mississippi. Missy picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Miss, I'm screwing up so much right now. It ain't funny anymore, not after the first five flower shops," Louis said, ready to silently cry after this phone call.
"Tell ol' Mississ, what's wrong?" Missy said sweetly, always willingly to help the distressed young man.
"James and I are having a date in..." Louisiana glanced at the clock, and groaned. "In an hour! And I have no roses to give to New York!" Louis practically sobbed into the phone.
"Okay, hunnie. Deep breathes. You're lucky, France visited me early in the morning today-..."
"Why was he here?" Louis interrupted Missy. She pulled the phone away from her ear and glared at it. She quickly put the device back to her ear.
"Pardon me, as I was sayin'. He was visiting to talk about you, he just asked how you've been and what not. I said , you were doin' just fine. He gave me some roses to "improve the room", whatever the hell he was tryin' to say, my house is just fine. Thank you," Missy said into the
"He didn't try anything with ya, did he?" Louis asked, concern about what that Frenchmen would have done if Mississippi wasn't such a... Strong person..
"Louisiana! Give that man some respect! He can't hurt a fly! He just likes people," Missy tried to defend him, but it landed on deaf ears.
"So the roses, please?" Louis said, impatiently.
"Is it at your house?"
"Yes, ma'am,"
"I'll be there in 15 minutes,"