Sunflowers (Not Edited)

Chapter Three

Brendon rested his head on his table, staring at the winged creature on the dandelions he had collected the day before. A few days before, maybe. He couldn't exactly recall when he went out to collect the flowers.

It couldn't have been that long ago since they were clearly healthy and not yet near dead. Flowers died fast-a little too fast for Brendon's liking. He wondered why that was but Ryan had only said it was nature.

A lot of things were nature. The trees, the grass, the mountains, Brendon didn't get how nature had anything to do with flowers dying.

He poked at the monarch butterfly, tapping it with his finger. The orange colored wings fluttered as it moved on to another flower.

Brendon liked butterflies. There wasn't really an exact reason since there were a lot of things to like about them, but he still did. Perhaps that was why he was drawn to flowers as well. They were kind've like butterflies but just a little more dangerous.  Deadly too, but no one liked talking about that.

He tapped at the butterfly again to watch it fly away. There weren't any butterflies in the room. Brendon didn't know why since there were flowers, but it could be because the room had no windows. Butterflies liked the outside and they probably didn't want to be in a room without windows.

"The weather seems to be doing great, isn't it?" His television asked. It was an old television; one of those blocky squared ones. Brendon liked old TVs since they weren't as bothersome and spoke of old news such as war and famine. Brendon didn't really take a liking to those things but he was still interested.

The old knowledge from televisions was rare to find since a lot of TVs were smashed some time ago. At least, that's what Ryan told him. Brendon didn't really know since he's only had one television and never saw any get smashed. 

"Yes. It's dandy."

The TV flickered and went through channel by channel. There wasn't anything that good on, but it still kept attempting to find something. Eventually they settled with an animated show that Brendon only half watched. He was mainly paying attention to the butterflies in the kitchen.

The living room could be seen from the kitchen and the kitchen could be seen from the living room. Brendon didn't know why, it just was, but he sometimes wondered about it. Who would want to see their TV while eating?

Wasn't that just silly?

"Come in." Brendon said to the knocking at his door. It was probably Ryan, since Ryan always knocked four times and then stopped like he was afraid. He probably was; Brendon's door was a bit mean to people who knocked, but Brendon got used to it.

"Hi-oh." Ryan said as the door slammed near his heels.

"It does that sometimes."

"I'm aware."

Brendon prodded at a wiltering daisy. He was trying his best to help it; without chemicals, of course. Brendon was strictly against feeding his plants poison to make them better. He just did his best talking to them and watering them.

"You never met me at the park like we normally do."

"A man had a unicycle and another was riding an oddly shaped bike." He paused to think before adding: "I'm afraid of things with big wheels."

"What about that ferris wheel we rode last spring?"

"What about it?"

"You weren't afraid of that one."

"Ferris wheels don't spin."

Ryan opened his mouth, then closed it, seemingly thinking better of whatever he was about to say. Brendon preferred him to speak his mind but Ryan usually told him that speaking minds wasn't always a good thing when it could offend someone. Brendon wasn't easily offended, but he still went along with it.