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Next one! I have so many ideas- I'm just super busy

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\\..Flowers..//

Fran sighed hopelessly, leaning on his hand boredly as he waited for more customers to come in. God he hated working at this shop, not that he had much of a choice. It paid well for one, plus the owner would probably burst into tears if Fran broke it to him that working at the store wasn't a life-long job for him. It was just so he had enough to get him through college, although technically alone it wasn't, he was just running 3 jobs as it was.

So he stood at the front, waiting as customers took their time picking out flowers! That's right, he worked at a flower shop. It didn't really bother him, they were quite beautiful to look at, but the smell of pollen and such got to be too much. All the people that bought here were never regulars, they were usually love-sick men that wished to buy something for their love or sometimes mother. Fran had the pleasure of hearing all about it, it's like the people thought he particularly cared about their lives! But the green haired male didn't complain, this was what it would take to get through college after all.

Just three more years...

He groaned at the thought, and the customer he'd just served gave him an odd look before hurrying out the door. Letting irritation cross his face he glared at the door. He was tired, he'd missed his bus and gotten to his first job late, a customer had been extremely rude today, and he still had to work 3 more hours. This was just great.

He yawned tiredly, happy that the owner had gotten him a chair to sit on at the counter. Tiredly he rested his head in his arms. No one buys anything around this time anyway.... it wouldn't really matter if I just closed my... He yawned again, cutting off the thought with sleep.

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"Ushishishi. Sleeping on the job, eh boy?" Fran blearily opened his eyes, trying to focus on his surroundings. With a yelp he fell backwards, realizing he was still in the flower shop. He rubbed his abused behind, looking up in surprise at the person whom had awoken him from his slumber. It was a tall, expensive looking blond man. Fran's cheeks heated up when he realized what the other had said, and his gaze turned into a stoic glare.

"M-may I help you?" He mumbled, still feeling embarrassed as he stood up and brushed himself off. A laugh met his ears and he looked up from his slightly dusty pants, glare in place still.

The man laughed, tenderly holding some flowers that the other person probably wished to purchase. "Yes, would you mind ringing these up for me?" Even the blond man's voice was proper, and Fran swore he saw a watch beneath the other's suit when the flowers were being handed over.

Tenderly the green haired boy took the flowers, unused to being in the company of such obvious business-men. He was going to be honest, they intimidated him! And it made it even worse that the business-man had caught him sleeping. Face heating up even more, he glanced down at the flowers. They were just regular tulips, lame taste if he did say so himself, and before he could help it, Fran snorted in slight contempt. The blond was probably buying it for a fancy wife, or something like that. Some people just had it lucky!

"Hmm? Is something wrong with the flowers?" The official man asked, causing Fran to panic slightly when he realized he'd been heard. Quickly his brain rattled for an excuse. None coming, he quickly just shook his head, awkwardly standing wondering how he was supposed to ask what type of bag or vase the other wanted. "No no, please tell me. I promise nothing you say will insult me~" Fran seriously doubted that, but feeling encouraged and in a bad mood he couldn't help but speak up.

"I was just thinking that tulips are rather plain. If these are for your wife or girlfriend or even a friend I think it's kind of boring." Fran said bluntly, looking at the tulips in disgust, as if blaming them for his bad day. With a sigh the green haired boy raised his head, reading to be yelled at for being rude. Instead of getting angry like most customers would do however, the man simply laughed, smirking slightly but more in an enjoyable way than anything else.

Fran's eyes widened in surprise, which seemed to amuse the blond man even more. "Oh, so what would you suggest, boy?" He bristled in irritation at being called a boy, and wondered if he should point out that he wasn't a boy; he was 19! Pouting in anger, he glared, then blinked when realizing that he- someone most people never asked about- had been asked a question. By a business-man no less!

Biting his lip in slight nervousness he glanced around the store, embarrassed by the answer to the other's question. "I like simple roses, I suppose. They're cute for couples and such." It was true! Ask anyone! Roses were the easiest way into someone's heart, Fran knew this. He'd seen endless amounts of girls and boys buy roses, and he'll give you a hint; they only came back happy when they'd bought roses.

The other seemed to think about this for a moment, before his smirk widened. "Well, I am very grateful for your insight; boy. But I'm afraid to tell you that you're jumping to an assumption, who says these are for my lover?" Fran sputtered, considering he really had just assumed.

With embarrassment he glared slightly, although it turned out to be more of a pout. "So... what are the flowers for...?" He mumbled in question, unsure now.

"Just your average house flowers, I'm afraid. Ushishi! I'll need to buy a vase to~ Are tulips alright for house flowers or does that not suit your taste as well, boy?" Fran scowled, knowing he was being poked fun at, although he still felt slightly guilty for insulting a customer, oh he'd definitely be in trouble if his boss found out about that! Panic started to course through him, but upon meeting the business-man's gaze Fran didn't really feel his job was in any danger. He had the feeling that he was more or less- dare he say- amusing the man! 'That's a good thing... I errmm, think.

"O-Oh, no those are fine..." He muttered quietly, carefully tying a string around the flowers then guiding his customer over to the types of pots and vases they had in stock. "Please choose something that catches your eye."

The other mulled over the pots, appearing deep in thought (however the grin never disappeared) and Fran could only watch, trying to maintain patience, as the other went back and forth down the aisle, as if the decision were a life-changing one. Okay, now he was just getting fed up.

"I've decided!" The business-man sad happily, standing up and grinning at him. Fran resisted rolling his eyes or making a snide remark, instead waiting for the other to continue. "That..."

"Yes?! Which one do you want?!" He exploded, patience coming to an end. Very hurriedly he brought a hand over his mouth, cheeks tinting again.

The blond chuckled. "I've decided that there are too many options, you help me, boy~" He didn't even try to restrain the groan, fisting his hands and then unclenching them, feeling as if his day wasn't getting any better.

With clenched teeth he turned to the vases, eyeing them all warily. Not really caring, he just picked out a light blue one, figuring it went well with the array of colors that the other had chosen for tulips. Most of them were yellow, and Fran had always considered yellow and blue to be a cute match. Tiredly he handed it to the business-man, all of a sudden feeling nervous. Could it be possible that the other wouldn't like it? Not that it mattered to him, it's not like he'd be seeing the customer again. Nervous eyes flitted across the other's face, looking for any indication that his choice had been a wrong one, but the blond's smile simply widened. "This will do quite nicely, thanks for your help, boy! But I think I've decided that I'm not interested in buying a vase." Unable to hold back anymore, he outright glared.

"First of all; I picked out the vase because you said you wanted it so you better freakin' buy it! I did not spend ten minutes of my life watching you pace around looking for something you had no intention at even getting. Second, my name is NOT boy! I have a name tag, see!?" Angrily Fran pointed to his name tag. "It's Fran! Just because you walk in here in a business-suit doesn't mean you can just boss me around, if you want to mess with someone..." Fran trailed off, panting lightly now from his little venting rant. His day had sucked and that had gotten a lot off his chest. God, he should really yell at customers more-

Oh shit. His annoyed expression turned into one of absolute horror, and the color drained from his face. His lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line, refusing to open in order to apologize, but scared out of his wits that the blond in front of him would demand to meet his employer. His large green eyes, were dancing with panic but still he could only stare, heart pounding as he waited to be scolded, although he refused to look at his customer, instead staring ash-fallen at the vase, like a child whom had just stolen from a cookie jar.

"Nice to meet you Fran, I'm Belphegor, but my co-workers, friends and haters call me Bel! Ushishishi~" With shocked bigger than usual eyes Fran looked up, hair falling in front of them because of the sudden jerk of his head. The business-man didn't seem put off in the slightest, instead smiling as usual appearing for all the world as if they'd just finished talking about the weather. "I think I've decided that I shall buy this vase though. Call me odd if you must~ Would you ring me up?" Fran nodded mutely, following like a stray puppy as the other walked back to the front/cashier. Almost robotically he took the other's money and handed back change, and only when the blond had waved his goodbye and smirked did Fran snap out of it.

The other was heading out the door, and with a random spurt of energy Fran jumped over the counter, running forward and tugging on the other's sleeve softly. The man looked back in surprise and the his breath caught, and Fran decided he was feeling very very odd today. "D-do you sir- a-ah I mean Bel- do you shop for flowers a lot?" Will you be back?

The blond appeared a bit bemused, before he laughed downright, smirk ever-pleasant. "Ahh... I don't usually make a habit of it, but I suppose it's growing on me. In fact I think I'll be buying some more fairly soon." Yes.

Fran smiled happily, before realized what he'd just did and blushing, immediately whipping around so he was no longer facing the business-man – no, Bel. "I-I see, that's good." Someone purred from the doorway and he couldn't help himself when the blush spread, although he fought against it.

"I'll see you, Fran."

"Bye, sir- Bel." And then the little bell on the door wrong and he heard the door shut, signaling that the blond had left.

With a sigh, Fran went back to work, for some reason feeling as if his bad mood had lightened just a bit.

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In the following weeks the business-man that Fran had now become quite close friends with visited more and more, until it became a daily occurrence. Sometimes he'd stay for almost an hour and they'd simply talk, telling stories and laughing. Fran opened up more as the time passed, letting his true sarcastic side show through which amused his blond friend to no end. Every single visit the business-man would buy more flowers, asking for Fran's advice. The green haired clerk would then ask what his friend wanted the flowers for. It differed every time 'My cousin is having a birthday party' was one, and 'My pet mink is sick' was another. Fran had the feeling that all of the excuses were made up, but he never questioned them, instead laughing and if it were a particularly wild one hitting the blond over the head.

But today was different.

As usual, Fran was working and Bel came in at around 5:00pm. Everything started out normal, they chit-chatted about nothing in particular, and they made fun of some of the customers that were picking out flowers. It wasn't until it came time for the blond to buy something that things with wrong.

And Fran knew they had went very, very wrong.

But he played the role of the friend and he didn't say anything.

But it hurt.

"So what are you buying today?" Fran asked, leaning against the counter with his head in his arms, a smile on his lips. The blond always managed to make him smile, even if he'd been having a particularly bad day like the time they'd met.

"Flowers!" The other said, looking like it was something new.

He rolled his eyes. "What type of flowers?" Oh, they'd had this conversation so many times. It just didn't seem to get old.

"I don't know, I need your opinion~ Ushishishi!" Bel said, running a finger along the counter that he too had his head in his hands on.

"Well, what are they for?" Fran asked his required line, the one he asked every time his friend was there. The blond grinned.

"They're for the person I'm in love with~"

Fran's heart stopped and he almost toppled out of his chair, but instead he managed to stay seated, looking as if nothing was wrong except maybe for slightly wider than usual eyes and a maybe a little-too-tense body.

"I didn't know you were in a relationship!" Fran laughed, all of a sudden feeling slightly detached. The blond simply grinned, nod really commenting, and Fran realized he'd broken they're usual routine. He hadn't told Bel what type of flowers to buy.

He knew what flowers were needed for that type of thing, in fact he'd even told Bel the first day!

So why did it feel so hard to open his mouth now?

It felt as if his lips were glued shut, and his mouth dry. His eyes stung for a reason he absolutely refused to name and he moved his hands so they were on his lap under the counter where they could clench and unclench freely. Fran didn't want to say it, but he had to. He didn't even know why he was having trouble with it, all he knew as that it felt like his heart was a little too big and heavy for his chest and subconsciously he shivered. It felt like minutes had past, when in reality it had only been a moment.

A horrible, heavy and stretched out moment.

"You should buy them roses!" He smiled, his voice not portraying one bit of his emotions at the moment. Roses, they were the flower of love. They were so beautiful, the most beautiful in his opinion in fact. There petals were smooth like all roses but they held a different majestic aura around them. The long stem, everything about the flower was wonderful.

Absentmindedly Fran wondered if the thorns were there to represent the people like him, the ones that were forgotten and held love that wasn't returned. It looks beautiful but it's a touchy subject.

"Alright! I was thinking that would be best anyway, little frog. Red, then?" Fran nodded, trying not to flinch from the nick-name the blond had developed for him. It hurt so much, and he could only watch mutely with that fake smile on his face as Bel picked up a few red roses from where they were in the shop then walked back up to the counter.

"Will that be all?" Fran asked officially, joking slightly. Bel smirked and nodded, handing the roses to Fran.

He stared down at the roses, tying them together mutely. He almost felt the stare turn into a heated glare but stopped it, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

I'm jealous.

This registered in his mind mutely as he took Bel's money, and he finally realized why.

I wonder when it happened...

Maybe it had been the first day? Or had it developed slowly over time in the last few weeks they'd been together? Both seemed likely, you never could know with this subject. Hesitantly he raised his eyes to the blond, who looked amused as ever, that grin never fading, probably having no clue in the slightest that Fran had just realized something that deeply involved him

Does it take jealousy to know when one's in love?

Fran mused to himself curiously, finally handing the bouquet of flowers back to the blond. They looked beautiful, the girl that they were for would love them. Their hands brushed for a brief moment, and in that second it was almost like electricity had been shot through his hand because he pulled back immediately, his stress finally showing through in that one movement. He could feel his smile starting to falter, and he didn't need to be looking at the blond (or to be able to see through Bel's bangs) to know that he was being stared at. He felt a hand drop onto his shoulder comfortingly but he flinched away, now struggling to appear even semi-alright.

"You're upset..."

It wasn't a question, nor was it a statement. It was a pure fact and Fran wanted to run and hide when it was said out loud. He didn't want to look up but he couldn't resist anymore, tear filled eyes looked up, swimming and he realized there was a pair of eyes staring back into his. They were both a striking amethyst color and he felt like he could be swallowed up by their depths, and for a split second he understood why the blond kept them covered; they'd make anyone stare.

But that wasn't what was running through his mind right now, no his heart hurt too much for that. He could feel the first onset of tears starting to slip over his eyes, and panic rose. He'd always been so in control of his motions, yet now it was like he was a child again; no control whatsoever.

Bel's usual present grin was gone; instead his lips were parted ever so slightly, as if the blond didn't know what to say. Fran realized that they were alone in the shop now, and that Bel was less than four inches away from him. Upon realizing his lower lip started to tremble, wondering why this was happening, and if his friend had realized why he was upset yet.

A finger slowly trailed down his cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen already away but it was no help for more replaced them and Fran was beginning to feel humiliated and weak. Almost as if on instinct Bel wrapped his arms around Fran's waste, not willing to let the boy pull away.

Fran couldn't resist. This wasn't fair. He had just gotten through his hormone crazed years peacefully, thinking maybe he wouldn't go through that phase, but it seemed he'd been wrong for without a second thought upon realizing there position, Fran felt his arms raise on there on to wrap around Bel's neck and he felt himself lean in so far until their breath mingled and there was only a fingers breath between them.

"F-fran..." Was the other's surprised and quiet reaction, but he barely heard. With little to no restraint his tears fell and with the same freedom he leaned in and kissed his prince on the lips, heart beating quicker than ever. When no one pulled away it only made him more eager and he felt his arms tighten their grasp around Bel's neck.

Only when he felt his desperate kiss returned passionately did he hesitate and lean back, eyes lidded and face flushed as his tears began to run out. "But I thought...." Fran whimpered as he felt a hand wrench down his shirt and a mouth attack his neck.

"The flowers are for you, idiotic frog."