HE ALWAYS LIKED ROSES // falsettos.

one.

Marvin
•
I scan the display of flowers laid out in front of me. To me, flowers seemed useless, and I don't want to waste money on a bundle. But I do it anyway, I didn't want Trina to suddenly think I was becoming unfaithful.

I sighed at the boring display and snatch the nearest bouquet of roses. Satisfied with my pick I spun around, only to meet two inches apart from the face of a stranger. His eyes met with the stranger's for a split second, which felt like hours to him. He froze in his place admiring the stranger's brown, soft eyes, perfectly chiseled jawline, and round lips. His heart throbbed and face burned, his own body spinning out of control. He soon backed away and swallowed his nervousness.

"Sorry about that," He laughed, regaining his composure.

The stranger just smiled at him, like it was nothing. Marvin watched the man's eyes as the spotted the bouquet of roses in his hands.

"I see you have nice taste." The man laughed, and held out his hand. "My name is Whizzer." He smiled charmingly.

Whizzer was wearing a rose colored button up and dark dress pants. He towered over Marvin, his hair parted to the left looking soft and wavy. He wondered if the strands were packed with hair spray and gel or just natural. The man had a broad chest and muscular thighs that almost made him question his sexuality. Whizzer was built flawlessly. Damn, he couldn't find a single imperfection on the mans body.

"I'm Marvin." He said bluntly, running his hands through his hair, and shook the man's hand reluctantly.

I watched as Whizzer stole a pen from the counter next to him. He took Marvin's hand and jot down his phone number. Once he was finished, Whizzer said goodbye with a small wave and a dashing smile.
Whizzer

Whizzer had made him feel something he had never felt before, and he hated it. He hated the idea of falling head over heals for someone. He hated every last bit of helplessness Whizzer made him feel.

But he definitely was gonna call him.

--

I pushed open the door, roses in hand. As I enter, I spot my son Jason in the living room, playing chess. I eye Jason, who didn't seem to notice that I was there.

Jason moved the black and white pieces, manipulating them so he could win against himself. I simply rolled my eyes and moved on to the repetitive scene I face every night.

I peer into the kitchen, the bouquet of roses hidden behind my back. I wanted to give them to her, something didn't allow me too. So instead I just excuse himself and dragged myself to my room. I threw the roses on Trina's side of the bed. My heart hurt, it was filled with mixed feelings of love and want. I want Trina and Jason, but I don't love Trina. I just want to believe I love her so he could just have a nice, happy, tight-knit family he always dreamed of.

So instead of telling her, I call Whizzer.
--
I was on the phone with one of my dearest friends, Trina. We met at a supermarket, were she buying food for her family. Though she was quite boring, her ranting amuses me so I call her often.

"My husband ignored me, like I tried to get his attention but he just ran off to our room, what do I do?" Trina's panicked voice echoed through the phone.

"Trin. I already told you he's probably cheating on you." I scoff, setting down my nail file on the side table.

"Well, I don't know- he doesn't go anywhere before or after work, so how would he be cheating on me?"

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hold on, someone else is calling me." I reply and hang up on her.

I smile, it was probably Marvin, the nervous wreck I met at my work. I quickly pick up the phone.

"Hello? Whizzer Brown speaking." I beam.

"Hi. Um this is Marvin, the guy you met at the flower shop?"

"Oh hi, I would rather talk in person. So can you come over?"

I grin brightly, tonight is gonna be so much fun.