floriography [ stories five ]

idk yall my family is dumb

you know that lewis has texted logan at least once a month with texts like:

"guess who fell down the stairs and broke a door"
"it was me"

"ya boy just had to be taken to the emergency room bc my date had a blackberry drink while we were out and i had a bad allergic reaction"

"yo i tripped outside of the farmer's market and sprained my wrist again. worst part is i dropped all the fruit i just bought :( "

"broke two toes yesterday because when YOU jumped over my garden fence like a chaotic bastard, i dropped that four by four for my flower bed on my foot"

"tripped over my feet trying to get the door when my pizza got delivered and had blood dripping from my nose in front of the cute delivery guy haha fml"

"guess who forgot he was allergic to pomegranate for
the fifth time this year??"
                                                          "lewis,,, it's april"

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bailey texting chase is like:

"good afternoon!! i have made a mistake + made 3x the normal amount of spaghetti so pls bring ur friends home"

"hiiii!! just a reminder that ur not supposed to be drinking alcohol w/ ur medication so,,,"
",,, i hid all ur booze u've got stashed round the apartment"

"pls return home!! i'm worried bout u and ronnie's here to see u!! he's all dressed up but looks rlly sad!!"

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[ here i just?? have to write this out. dialogue for bailey is based on my grandma, while chase is me. ]

Bailey grabbed a couple pillows and stacked them underneath Chase's knee. "I'm sorry you fell."

"Not your fault, B," she shrugged, tilting her leg a little bit as she readjusted the pillows. Then, she stretched out across the couch, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry I dropped your glass dish thing. At least it didn't break."

"I don't care if it did break. It can be replaced."

"Well... So can my knee."

"Chase!"

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[ meeting story for lewis and ronnie bc lewis is chaotic bastard disaster gay and ronnie is distinguished disaster gay ]

Lewis' day just kept getting worse.

As soon as he stormed out of the restaurant he'd met his date at for lunch, he got in his car and drove to Logan's. He was supposed to meet the younger man there later, but Logan never really complained if he showed up earlier.

Absolutely fuming, still, he stomped into the living room, because hey, the TV was on. That's where Logan probably was. Worst case scenario, he had to deal with Harry.

He threw himself down on the couch, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then launched into his tirade. "I told that guy things weren't gonna work out between us 'cuz he's a disgusting pig, and..."

-

Ronnie was bewildered right out of the gate.

There he was, waiting in Harry and Logan's house for them to get back from a quick trip to pick up food. He'd been scrolling through his phone, television on in the background for noise, when that walked in.

That being a slight guy wearing a floral patterned shirt underneath blue denim overalls, with heavy boots and small flowers peeking out from his messy hair.

As soon as the mystery man began talking, Ronnie felt a bit... repulsed. He sounded like your average gun-toting Republican nightmare, a subset of Americans he'd prefer to avoid. (And thought he would avoid, being very far from Appalachia.)

Then, the pieces clicked. A dumb brunet redneck that hung out with Logan, that Harry had disliked for years. This had to be Lewis, Logan's ex and the one that got between Logan and Harry.

But still, Ronnie didn't interrupt. Even though this strange little man was being thoroughly annoying, that would be very impolite, and therefore not something he was too interested in doing.

Finally, though, when Ronnie was about to clear his throat and interject, an amused laugh cut through the angry rant.

Logan stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey, Ronnie. I'm assuming your date didn't go well, Lew?"

Eyes wide, Lewis clapped his hand over his mouth. He glanced between the two other men, flowers seeming to wilt in his hair as he realized he'd just been sharing very personal information with a complete stranger.

"I'm so sorry, man, I... I didn't realize— And you've had to sit here listenin' to me be a complete and utter dumbass, gods..."