Flowershop

Chapter Fifteen

Kiku cracked his eyes open, the dim light of the morning illuminating his room. He had work today... He groaned and got up, walking over to his dresser to get dressed. He looked over at his bed, seeing Alfred already starting to wake up. Alfred was a very light sleeper.

He got up, rubbing his eyes like a small child. "Hey... I'm gonna walk you to work.." Alfred said, stifling a yawn. Kiku, learning not to argue, nodded to himself. "Okay, you'd better hurry then," he said, walking into the bathroom.

Alfred and Kiku walked to the Flowershop, not really saying much. Alfred was in his own world, and Kiku was just tired and not in the mood for talking. He wasn't a morning person like Alfred was. From their small conversation, Kiku had come to find Alfred was staying another night, and Mathieu was coming in two days. So of course, there were many last minute preparations to be done.

"Okay, but have you tried pineapple on it?" Alfred said, holing his bouquet of forget-me-nots. He didn't feel like going back and being alone, and bored. Kiku looked like he was thinking. "No, I can't say I have had pineapple on pizza..." Kiku concluded. Kiku and pretty much his whole family loved pizza, but they never really had it often. It was more of a special treat in their household.
"It's not my favourite, but you have try it some day," Alfred said, glancing down at his watch. "Well, sorry to have to cut this short, but I really have to go now," Alfred said, leaning over the counter and kissing Kiku on the cheek. "I'll be off by about seven," Kiku said, stepping out from behind the counter. He walked over to the flowers, his watering can in hand. Alfred smiled as he walked out out of the shop, flowers in hand.

"Oh, Kiku," He shouted, looking over his shoulder. "I have to help my parents clean our house up a bit, you know, for Mattie, so I might not be back when you get off," he explained, stopped in the doorway. Kiku nodded his head without looking up. As he shut the door, Alfred pulled out his phone straight away, presumably talking to Mathieu. Kiku rolled his eyes, half wanting to stop him. Walking while on your phone was dangerous. Shaking his head, he continued watering the flowers.

Alfred arrived at his house sometime later, flowers still in hand. He loudly opened the front door, looking around. "Dad! I'm home! I got you your stuff," he said, carefully placing the flowers on the dining room table. He shivered slightly, rubbing his arms. His parents always, for as long as he could remember, made their house so cold. The only exception was during the cold months. He groaned, looking for a sweater. When he could find nothing, he got a blanket from the couch, wrapping that around him instead. Alfred turned behind him to see Francis approaching him.

"Ah, you're home already? Help us with the cleaning," Francis ordered, looking around at his house. It wasn't exactly what you would call messy, but it wasn't clean enough either. "Ah man, it's not even that messy," Alfred complained, taking his blanket off, promptly throwing it on the couch. Francis' eyes sharpened at Alfred. "Did you not just hear me? We are cleaning, Alfred, fold that," He said, scolding his son. Alfred groaned an prepared himself for a seemingly grueling cleaning session.

"Thank you, please come again," Kiku said tiredly. He waved off the only customer in the store at that moment. Not that it was a hard job or anything. He was just bored, and that caused him to be tired. If only he could take a nap right now. But I have one hour left, he thought optimistically. People weren't coming around as much as before for some reason, therefore not making him that busy.

It was boring though. His questions were answered, however, when he over heard two women talking. Apparently, a bigger flowershop had opened just down the street. He quirked an eyebrow at that. He was going to get thrown out of business by a new shop... he rubbed his forehead slightly, not wanting to think to much about this. It was probably nothing, anyways.