he loved dallon weekes more than he loved flowers, but he's never told him that.
at twenty-three years old, brendon was obsessing over his twenty-nine year old neighbor. he'd befriended the kind man two years ago, and eventually, fell in love with him.
brendon was fascinated by dallon. he was fascinated by every color in his eyes, the way he said every word, the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he ran his fingers through his hair, the way he rubbed his shoulder and smiled when he made someone smile. everything was unique and interesting.
so as brendon was walking home from a day at work for the coffee shop, he stopped at the florist. he was greeted by the smiling face of jon, his favorite employee there. he returned the smile, walking to him. "hey, bren. need anything special?" jon asked in his usual cheery voice. brendon nodded slowly.
after brendon's visit to the florist, he walked to dallon's house, carefully studying the red tulip in his hand. he finally got to dallon's door, his hands shaking as he rapped on the door. he quickly decided against showing his face to him, and put the flower down in front of the door. he walked away before dallon could see who placed the flower there, pretending he just got home from work.
brendon watched dallon from his garage as he opened the front door and smiled when he saw and picked up the flower. he sighed and closed the garage door and walked inside.
brendon kept doing this the days after that monday, and for fifteen days he wasn't caught. on the sixteenth day, he knocked on his door, and just as he was about to put the flower down and run off, dallon opened the door. brendon stood frozen with wide eyes and felt his cheeks heat up as he felt dallon's stare. he looked up at his neighbor and smiled weakly. "h-hi," he looked as if he were about to cry out of embarrassment. "hello, brendon. are you the one that's been leaving these flowers?" dallon asked, watching brendon nod slowly. his face visibly softened into his usual small smile.
"well, they're very lovely and i highly appreciate it." brendon looked down at the tulip in his hand. "do you know what red tulips represent?" he asked quietly. dallon shook his head, and brendon pulled it closer to his chest, almost protecting it. "eternal love," he said quietly.
"o-oh."
"i'm sorry. that's creepy. i'm really sorry."
"would you like to come in, bee?"
brendon looked up at him. he nodded quickly and dallon let him in. dallon gently took the tulip from him and walked to the kitchen, where there was a vase with all of the flowers brendon had given him that week. "they're all so pretty," brendon said quietly. dallon smiled and nodded, turning to him.
"you're prettier than any flower, bren."
"that's not true. all flowers are prettier than me."
"ill prove it."
"how?."
dallon stepped even closer to brendon, his hands resting on his jawline. he leaned in and kissed him.
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little idea i had yesterday.
also, rachael, if you're reading this, thank you for helping me find the flowers for this chapter ily
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