Oh, the sheer bliss of it all! thought Vegito as he was walking towards a strange-looking door. This particular place was his most-treasured secret garden. It was beautiful, with a lot of lovely flowers growing(OK, you might think he's a sissy, but there's nothing wrong about guys liking flowers, right? Sorry to interrupt); violets, primroses, nasturtiums, whatever you can think of. But there was one particular type of flower that Vegito likes the most, and that was the black rose, a rare type of flower that neither you nor I have ever seen in this world, but it existed in Vegito's.
It took a while for Vegito to get through the entrance, because the doors were covered with thick ivy and the hinges were so rusty and desperately (and I really mean it) needed greasing. After some heaving and pushing, Vegito managed to to open the door (by now he was itching terribly because the place has got a lot of mosquitoes is my spelling correct? I'm not quite so sure anymore.., so when he came they started to 'attack' him)
He had a pleasent surprise when he came in. Sure, the place had transformed from a neat-as-a-pin clearing to flower jungle, but still...it looks much more beautiful than how it was since he last came to the place.
Morning glories had been crawling and growing its purple petals on the garden's pillars. The old oak tree that was in the the garden for many years had started to bear acorns(Vegito thought he could see a glimpse of a few squirrels up there). But most of all, black roses grew rapidly in the last few years, like locusts attacking a field full of crops., so now the place seemed to have more black roses than the other flowers.
(Oh, have I told you the reason why he came to this garden? I think I haven't, so I think I should tell you. This place was his most favorite place. He came here whenever he was happy, or when he was sad and depressed, or just to have some peace and quiet.)
Vegito sat down on a bush growing with black roses. He plucked one out, despite the sharp thorns that was sticking out of the stem, and looked at it with wonder.
How, he thought, does a guy choose a pretty flower for a girl?
He scowled at the thought. Just one simple thing, and yet it's so hard to fulfil. I shouldn't have bothered about it at all. But what about her? She loves this thing. Oh... that's it! I'm gonna give her a black rose. He smiled his famously naughty smile. See if she likes it this time!