Flower Boy

Chapter One

Will Byers was a fine boy. Soft plump lips, defined chin outline, and his eyes--god, his eyes. Warm hazel eyes that anyone could get lost in. His eyelashes batted slowly, complementing his eyes. His soft hair that almost hung over his eyes, flipping up into a fluffy haircut that he always straightens to get a fringe look. His face had soft features, sure, along with his soft hands that always holds another so dearly. As much as he wanted too, Will couldn't find anything good about his body. He thought he had no curves, and was a simple gay freak. Since he was a boy, he always assumed he was gay. It came to points where he would stutter and blush whenever friends would wrap their arm around him or give him a compliment. But when he kissed Sarah Pattkins in 8th grade, he couldn't help but gag at her flavored lips. He never felt any interest in girls, but boys, always had a special place in his heart. His personality, as what people say, is like Piglet from Winnie the Pooh. Nice, kind personality yet a curious and jumpy kick. A casual outfit for him would be a warm, bulky sweater with jeans or corduroy pants.

Now, sitting on a stool by a tall desk, he sat there, drawing a flower that was placed beside him. When Will graduated from college, he opened up his own gardening shop beside a small street. He called it Floral Mural, also going with his love for drawing and art in general. His dream was to be a full-time artist but he decided to settle with floral tasks for now. Things like watering, pruning, and he gave services to customers by if they need a flower potted, he does it for them. His favorite flowers, Dahlia's, stood from across the front counter--the checkout area--making him glance up at them and smile softly. Sometimes he'd talk to them, acting as if they could hear him without judging. He always told them how beautiful they were, how much he cared for them. Whenever a customer came in, he'd always recommend them. They were an easy, yet special plant. Now he sat there, staring at the pink flower as he sketched it below him.

Meanwhile, down the street, in a small parking lot, a barista slouched around, practically sleeping on the counter. Michael Wheeler was a tired boy, always complaining about the shitty world he claimed to live in. Sharp cheekbones, plump lips, and a curly mop of hair was his distinct features. His curly, jet black hair was pulled into a ponytail, with a apron that hang on his waist. Eye-bags lined his eyes, along with a tad bit of makeup to cover a scar on his lip. Unlike Will, he was a pessimist. He wasn't bright about anything except when he got home. Like Will, he lived in a small apartment that Mike said was the size of a closet. 

Mike also worked with his co-worker, Max Mayfield who always "bothered" him. She doesn't attempted too, but whenever Mike complains, she gets more and more annoyed. Unlike Mike, she always looked on the bright side of things and never gave up. Mike always said that she was to optimistic but she just said he was just jealous that he always had a rain cloud over his head while she was all sunshine. Mike picked his hand up, checking his old, broken watch. 2:23. His shift was about to end. He worked from early in the morning to the evening, while Max took over nights. He clocked out, picking up his backpack and putting his headphones in. Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana played over the speakers, making him sigh. He pushed open the door, squinting when the sun shown in his eyes. He walked to his bus stop, sitting down as he scrolled through his phone. He saw a post on his Instagram, that made him stop. Two boys hugging each other, with the caption "1 year anniversary with my hubby!" 

"Hubby?" he muttered to himself, slightly blushing at the thought of it. Then, he felt a small drip on his head. He stopped and picked his head up. The sky was then clouded, dark grey clouds guarding the sun. More drips fell on his head, making his eyes widen. It was raining. Being the pessimistic person he was, he cursed at the world, getting up and looking around for a place to hide. His eyes lightened at the sight of a small, lit shop with a big, rustic sign. "Floral Mural" It looked open, so he set off for it, covering his head with his arm as the rain started coming down harder. As he got closer, he noticed that it was a flower shop, making him frown slightly. He opened the door, a soft jingle sounding. He heard a rustle, making him flinch as he looked to his right. He met eyes with a boy. Not even a boy-an angel. He felt his lips part as he took in the beautiful boy staring up at him. Pink lips, fluffy hair, dazzling eyes that made him swoon. The boy stared up at him blankly, looking at him up and down. When he realized he was staring, he blushed, looking away slightly. 

"Can I help you?" The boy asked softly, looking up at him through his long lashes. Mike cleared his throat, fixing his hair before looking back at the dreamy boy. 

"Yeah, sorry. It was raining and I didn't want to get wet." he muttered, noticing how warm it was. For the plants, it was humid from the misters and the windows that were supposed to let light in from. But since it was raining, it got cloudy and cold in the garden quickly. The boy smiled at him, making Mike blush harder, his face heating up quickly. He didn't know why he was feeling like this, it was unusual of him to feel this way. 

"I'm Will," he reached his hand out, Mike looking at it before shaking it shakily, "If you want, I can show you where it's warmer, you look cold." Mike held Will's hand, sweat dripping off his head. His hands were soft, like silk. He noticed how Will also blushed, letting go of his hand before standing up. 

"Follow me."