ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪

Ch.1 - Honey bees

Y/N was sitting in their garden, it was spring, the best time to plant flowers, but there is one thing that sucks about planting flowers. Sure they are pretty, and yeah, the names are just as unique as the flowers color it's self, but what I hate about them, oh I hate when they attract bees.
"I hate bees."
Y/N says as they swatted away some bees. They swatted away every single bee, but there was one that didn't leave, at first I was angry, I wanted the bee to go away. But it wouldn't. After awhile Y/N didn't mind. The bee wasn't hurting anything by being there, I mean, it was annoying, but the buzzing was kind of relaxing. And I mean, bees do help flowers grow. After awhile Y/N started to find the bee awful cute. The yellow and black fuzz, it's face was sorta nice to look at.
"You're so cute lil guy. Do you have a name?"
Y/N said. Obviously the bee didn't say anything back. Y/N rolled their eyes and laughed quietly to themselves.
"I think I'll just call you Barry. Do you like that name?"
Y/N laughed again, not believing that they're actually talking to a bee right now. At Y/N's surprise the bee spoke back?
"I mean, do you like that name?"
Y/N's eyes go wide, and their jaw drops.
"What's wrong baby? Getting ready for what I'm gonna do tonight?"
What's going on right now? Y/N thought to their self.
"Am I schizophrenic, or is there actually a bee talking to me right now!?"
"Yep, I'm a bee, and I'm talking. Now, can you answer my question?"
Y/N is speechless, they don't know how to react.