Flowers And Death - VegasPete (English Version)

Chapter 09

— We should travel. — Vegas says out of the blue while stroking Pete's hair, who is lying on his chest after a nice round of sex.

— Out of the blue? — He puts his chin on Vegas' chest and stares at him. — Who would look after my flowers? I can't leave them unattended.

— My brother and his boyfriend's boyfriend could look after them.

— I won't let two strangers get their hands on my daughters.

— That's an exaggeration, Pete, they're just plants. — He rolls his eyes.

— They're my daughters. — He gets up and leaves the bed to go to the bathroom, then locks the door violently.

— Are you really angry about this? — Vegas gets up and knocks on the door. — Honey, open the door. — Put your forehead against it. — I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend your ma... Your daughters. — Vegas couldn't believe he was saying that. — I just wanted some time to ourselves, a trip to leave memories.

— Leave memories? — Pete asked, opening the door.

— Yes, memories. — Pull Pete by the waist. — One day I want to be sitting with you far into the future, and remembering the things we've already done.

— When are we going?

— How about tomorrow?

— Tomorrow?

— Yes. — He pulls Pete closer, pressing their foreheads together. — I want to be together with you, just the two of us in a place where no one will disturb us.

— Then let's go tomorrow. — She seals her boyfriend's lips, then moves away from him to pick up her cell phone.

— What are you going to do?

— Find someone to look after my daughters. — She types quickly into her cell phone.

— Okay. — Vegas throws himself on the bed. — I'll get some sleep.

— Hmm. — Pete leaves the room, still typing on his cell phone. He stops when it starts ringing. — Hello?

— Are you home? — It was a Porsche.

— Yes. Why did you call me?

— You said you were going away with Vegas, and I want to know why?

— Do you have to have reasons?

— He didn't tell you.

— Told me what?

— Is he there?

— Why do you want to know?

— Don't leave the house, I'll be right there. — Porsche hung up, leaving Pete at a loss.

— Porsche must be mad, I bet he had a fight with Kinn.

Pete waited for his friend while he prepared a snack. He'd been in his room with Vegas for so long that he'd lost track of time, and it was only now that he realized he hadn't eaten breakfast. Just as he was finishing preparing his snack, a Porsche passes his door, panting, as he looks around.

— Are you running from the police? — He laughs at the thought. He knew that his friend was dating a mobster, and that he had probably done something illegal with Kinn, but Porsche didn't talk about these things, and even Pete didn't want to know about them.

— Where is he? — He walked into the kitchen, facing Pete.

— Who? — He finishes making his snack and starts eating without paying much attention to Porsche.