Forbidden Love Square

Chapter One - A Bee Named Barry

Chapter one - A bee named Barry (I have not proofread this)

Quiet. Quiet is the best way his life can be described. Not a peaceful, nor a relaxing, nor a content quiet. The hushed and lonely apathy that is his existence is the silence that reflects the forsaken state a certain marriage once wasn't. One might look back on his life and wonder when the love and fulfillment he and Vanessa cherished turned into the tense and unfeeling relationship that is right now.

Barry B. Benson's outward individual can only be described as respectable, privileged, relaxed, all the traits of a hard-working and successful sigma bee. Sure, purely in material standards, he's living the life. Maybe being the president of the United States can be a tasking and draining job, but Barry B. Benson is determined to to eliminate all the biggest issues facing this country. So, as you can very well tell, no one has an ounce of reason to suspect that he's barely holding on as it is.

December 8th, 7:53 pm

Thanksgiving has come and gone like a fly in a cornfield, as always. Christmas season is upon us, and Barry was acting accordingly. On a cold Friday night, Barry sauntered over to admire the girthy fifteen foot tall Christmas tree in the Center Hall of his home, The White house. The glistening glass balls, the childhood art projects turned decoration, the multicolored beautifully designed resin angel perched atop the tree, watching over him and cursing Vanessa. He was aware that Vanessa's feelings toward Christmas are less than indifferent, but no one had ever been informed as to why that is.

Barry snapped out of his trance, and heard quiet footsteps making their way to the front entrance. being used to deception by his "wife", he could tell exactly what she was doing. Nevertheless, Barry fluttered his way to the sound of her feet tiptoeing against the newly redone meringue ii polished ceramic tile  that they got for a good price at the Floor and Decor 16.3 miles (26 minutes) away taking the route that avoids slowdown on the I-395 N. exactly as he suspected, she was carrying her cock (chicken) in one hand and betting money in the other. It didn't take a detective to know what she was up to.

" Going out again?" Barry asked in the most neutral voice he could muster. Vanessa quickly turned, causing the cock to squawk and lay a few eggs. "I don't care, I'd just appreciate it if you'd inform me." Ugh. Barry hated hearing himself talk to her like this. Good communication has never been a part of their marriage, but it was crucial to maintain a good public image. He knew she didn't deserve to be treated this kindly, but being respected by all who live in this flawless beautiful perfect country was more important than his feelings toward his reluctant living companion.

Vanessa stared into his dark orbs for a few seconds before remarking "Er, well, I.. will.. try to be back at a reasonable hour? Is that what you 're looking for?" The subtle aggressiveness of Vanessa's words was nothing he wasn't used to.

"I'll get agent Quandaledingle to escort you to your underground cockfighting ring. And I'll be pissed if I hear that a civilian saw you in these circumstances. Just - just don't do anything' shtewpid to jeopardize my career. My arse is on the li-" and just like that, the centuries old front door closed creakily and Vanessa was gone for the night. All that was heard was the soft buzzing of Barry B. Benson's tired wings.

December 9th, 2:70 pm

The day was calm and the only noise near was the rustling of leaves that would soon fall victim to another snowy winter. Barry felt like there hadn't been enough public outcry today for it to feel necessary to serve his God blessed country at the moment, So, with that in mind, he put on his favorite orange trench coat, picked out his Mr. Clean inspired wig, and zoomed out into this chilly December day with his favorite secret agent, Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland (unrelated to critically acclaimed Canadian actor and musician, Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland).

After much pondering and consideration, Barry and agent Sutherland decided to go to the recently opened farmers market betwixt 17th and 15th street NW. Making their way downtown, walking fast, faces pass and they're homebound. Staring blankly ahead, just making their way, making a way through a crowd. Once there, Agent Sutherland demanded that they venture over to the grass-fed fruits, and Barry, having not one idea of his own, followed suit.

"Do these strawberries look pasture-raised to you?" Sutherland inquired, holding a fresh box of picked fragaria. A few seconds passed with no response from Barry, Barry seemingly transfixed on a majestic individual hovering obliviously in the handmade vegetables section.

"Who is this gorgeous stranger I see lost in thought only 6.33959 feet away from me?" Barry thought, unaware of anything but this hunky brute so, so close to him. It had been so long since Barry had felt romantic feelings for somebody else, and he was taken aback by his mind's response to the man planted in Barry's fake spotlight. And was that James Fucking Franco standing beside him? As Barry was still admiring this sexilicious mound of meat before him, the mysterious individual became flooded with swarms of cameras and what appeared to be adoring admirers. "Is this guy famous? Who could he be?" That was indeed the question. Who did Barry just develop a newfound longing for?