The Florist and The Baker//Boy x Boy

*~First Flower~* Your Name?

Morning...

I opened my light blue eyes and saw the familiar structure of my room. Chrysanthemums and carnations littered the corners of my room, adding color to its normally dull color scheme. I arched my back and stretched, yawning in the process. I turned my gaze to check the clock, which read 6:10 AM. School starts at 7:30, so I had plenty of time to manage the flower shop before Frederick wakes up.

Oh, I forgot. I'm Fidel Valinhart. I'm sixteen and I'm known for my looks, and my cold attitude. I have dark brown hair with black on the tips and light blue eyes. I have a brother named Frederick Valinhart, who I call 'Freddy' most of the time because of his light brown hair and a bit of a tanned complexion, similar to the main animatronic in Five Nights at Freddy's. It always pisses him off and I just laugh.

Also, we manage a flower shop in a corner of a street. It's also half of our house and that's one of the reasons why we do it. We lived with our aunt and uncle. We were orphans but as it turns out, our original parents, (In which I don't remember the faces or names of) told them to get us from the orphanage. Luckily, living with them gave us the best childhood ever.

Then highschool came and I became a depressed teenager. Also, did I mention that I liked guys? No? Well then, I like guys. Yep. You heard me. I'm gay. Yay.

Once again, I'm lucky to have such a supportive half family. When I came out to them last year, they were a bit shocked but they happily hugged me and said that it didn't matter which type of gender I preferred, just as long as I was happy with my choice. I swear if this isn't the best family, I don't know which family is.

But let's go back to me being this weird depressed teenager. When I first entered highschool, which was called Eureka High, most of the students noticed my face.

At first I thought they thought of me as ugly, considering my eyebags that often appear, but then the girls began whispering so loudly that I thought they were yelling. Most of the things I heard were: 'Holy hell, he's hot.', 'Oh my god, I wish he's in the same class as me.', 'I'm definitely asking him out.', and 'Oh god, please take me.' All in which disgusted me. I'm not trying to be sexist or anything, it's just that saying that in front of a guy who's clearly not interested is insulting to me.

Anyway, with that aside, let's continue the story, shall we?

I began walking down the hall towards the bathroom, the familiar floral pattern of the wall all around me. Opening the door, I walked in the bathroom, noticing my messy bedhead and half-lidded eyes. I could even make out some dried up saliva on the bottom right of my lips

I began to strip and I stepped in the bathtub, turning the shower knob. Nothing beats a shower in the morning. The water was just balanced enough to be called warm and cold.

After a while of struggling to untangle my hair, shampooing it, and wash myself with rose-scented soap, I exited the bathroom with only a towel around my waist and on my hair.

I went in my room to get some clothes. A blue T-shirt with a 'No Demons' sign, black jeans, and blue converse. Just another one of my casual clothes. No big deal.

Then I made my way downstairs to the flower shop. The familiar sight of multicolored flowers arranged in such a formal way made me grin a bit. The Chrysanthemums on the side of the cashier seemed a bit droopy. Maybe it's time to let in some sunshine. I got the leftover apron on the coat rack and put it on, tying a neat little ribbon around my waist. I headed over to the glass window that displayed our finest flowers and tied the curtains up, letting in some sunshine.

While tying the curtains, I noticed somebody was opening the bakery on the other side of the street. It wasn't the old baker who managed it. Instead, it was a boy with a lighter shade of blonde struggling to bring up the roll-up. I couldn't distinguish his appearance properly considering only his back was in full-view.

I shook my head, noticing I was staring. Stop, you need to work. Cute guys later. So I turned around and brought my attention to the flowers. The amaryllis' were beginning to fully bloom, which made me happy. They looked beautiful, hence the meaning, 'Splendid Beauty'.

I went to get the hose and set it to sprinkle the water on the flowers. Why not use a sprinkler you ask? It takes too much time so I just use the hose. I don't put it on max though, that would kill the flowers. I began to whistle a tune and my foot began to beat on the floor.

I was actually in charge of flower arrangements and delivery. The one who took care of the flowers most of the time were my aunt and uncle while my brother ran the cash register and the one to monitor the people if they either did something bad or they ripped a petal off a flower.  All in all, we weren't hoping for recruits sooner or later.

I took a glance towards the other side of the street again. The boy was talking to the old baker, a determined look on his face. The old baker looked like he was laughing and ruffled the boy's hair, earning a pout from him. I could tell because I had pretty good eyesight.

"I wonder what they're up to." I said to no one in particular. I checked the time again and it was 7:16 AM. I had to go to school. I turned off the hose and went to wake up my lazy brother. I walked in his room, noticing a blanket burrito on his bed. I sighed and walked up to his face, pinching his nose. Five seconds later, he gasped for air and bolted upright, taking deep breaths. Freddy glared at me. "What's wrong with you?!"

"I need to go to school. Take care of the flower shop until Auntie and Uncle wake up." I explained, ruffling his already messed up hair. He slapped my hand away, getting up. I smirked and headed to my room. I got my bag and my phone and went downstairs, getting my black jacket from the coat rack. I said a silent goodbye to the flowers and went out the door, suddenly colliding with somebody.

The person apologized rapidly while bowing his head numerous times. Then I noticed his hair. It was the same lighter shade of blonde from the guy from the bakery. My eyes widened and grabbed his shoulders, making him stop bowing.

"Woah," I began. "No need to be so scared, buddy." I reassured. He slowly looked up, revealing a beautiful pair of emerald eyes, making me hold back a gasp. They were big, and they coordinated well with his blonde hair. His expression was a bit surprised but relieved. In his arms were a fresh batch of bread. He noticed I was looking at the paper bag and pushed it towards me, making me back away a bit.

"I-I just moved here to live with my grandfather! And I wanted to introduce myself here properly! But I already messed up, s-so I just want you to take the bread and I-I'll leave!" The boy said, fiddling with his shirt nervously. Ah, so that's why he wasn't familiar. He moved in with the old baker. I grinned a bit.

"Your name?" I asked, startling the poor boy. He locked his beautiful eyes at me. "What?" He said, confused.

"What's your name?" I asked again. The boy gulped and tucked a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear. "It's J-Jaena. Your's?"

"Fid–" I was cut off by the sudden sound of a motorcycle driving by. I checked my watch and cursed under my breath. I was running late! I dashed away, leaving Jaena in the dust and the bag of bread in my arm.

Jaena. Perfect name for a guy as beautiful as that.

//Hai! So, the way you pronounce Jaena is Jey-na. Simple. Anyway, that's all. This is my second original story and I really hope you guys will enjoy the story as it goes. Anyways, bai!//