Third Person Point of View.
The florist glared at the tattoo artist. They always had their differences when it came to their business. "You're fucking tearing me down," the tattoo artist grimaced, crossing his arms. "Well, to be totally fair," the florist snapped. "It's not my fault that customers want beautiful flowers and not needles in their skin. It's not my fault." With hate burning deep in his stomach, the tattoo artist stepped closer and sighed, "I despise you. I despise your shitty flower crowns and your stupid pastel sweater. I despise everything about you."
The florist gave an amused chuckle as he calmly accepted the insults. "Well, um. First of all," he started to say. "I don't give a shit what you think to be honest. I don't even know your fucking name. All I know is that you're jealous of my business. So, I want to kindly ask you to fuck off. Thanks." Heaving a loud sigh, the tattoo artist rolled his eyes. "My name is Phil Lester, you fucking twat. But I'm not jealous. What the fuck do you mean? Also, what is your name anyway?"
"The name's Dan Howell." He replied. "But, Phil. Um, you literally said that I'm tearing you down. I'm not tearing you down. I'm literally just selling flowers, while you are pricking people with needles. So, get over it." Phil stepped foward until their noses were touching. "Get over what? The fact that I'm hotter than you?"
Dan's eyes widened as a loud burst of laughter escaped his mouth. "Phil!" He exclaimed, wiping away tears. "Shit, you're hilarious. But what the fuck? Who gives a flying fuck that you're hotter? You're just mad because I have a better business than you. Now, get the fuck away from me." Phil rolled his eyes before slamming his foot down on the floor. "Why should I leave? Am I too intimidating?" "Oh, fuck you, Phil. Like, literally. What the fuck did I ever do to you? All I did was start a business! Don't get all mad because people like flowers more than tattoos. So, excuse me."
Phil stepped foward before fixing his messy black fringe. "Well, I..I don't understand why people like you more than me," Phil admitted. "Because of your attitude!" Dan snapped. "If you'd cheer up a bit and not be some stuck up snob, then maybe. Until then, get the fuck out of my sight. I fucking despise you, Lester."
Phil had enough. He couldn't do it anymore. "Well, I fucking hate you too, Howell. Your shitty personality is so fucking stupid. I hate you!" "How much do you hate me?" Dan asked, stepping towards Phil and raising an eyebrow. "I hate you this much!" Phil roughly smashed his lips into Dan's, receiving a surprise moan from Dan.
"Goddamn, Lester!" Dan shouted, jerking away. "Am I intimidating now?" Phil asked Dan, slightly turning up his nose. "Maybe a little," Dan admitted, his cheeks turning crimson. "Well, good. Because I love you." "I hate you too, Lester."
~I don't know how to feel about this one???~
