floriography [ stories five ]

cigarette kiss || fuck it

[ we're writing lewis and alex content now // song is by stand atlantic

really if i knew wedding content helped inspiration return i would've?? married off bailey or chase a long time ago

stay safe,
lew. ]

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[ here's a version of them meeting for the first time told with more focus on alex cuz i never?? focus on someone other that lewis if the plant bitch is available ]

When the doorbell rings, they all expect it to be the food delivery.

Since it's Alex's turn to pay (and since he was the only one who hadn't been fired from his job yet), he's the one who answers the door. But instead of the delivery guy from the Chinese food place a few streets away, it's a wide-eyed kid who's got tear tracks down his face and shaky hands.

The kid looks vaguely familiar. Maybe a classmate's younger brother, or someone he sees at the music shop. He's a little too high right now to pinpoint exactly where he's seen him.

"I was wondering... Could one of you, uh, maybe buy me cigarettes?" The boy's voice is higher pitched than normal thanks to being anxious, but it's enough for Alex to place where he's seen the kid.

"You live over by the florist, right?" He asks, leaning against the door frame. "We heard 'bout your dad. That sucks, kid."

The kid nods, arms wrapped around himself. "Listen, can I just please get a cigarette or somethin' 'cuz if not, I'm gonna go find someone else."

Alex sighs, turning his head to yell at his bandmates. "Any of y'all got actual smokes?" Thomas launches a pack towards him, and when he tosses it over to the kid, the poor guy fumbles and drops them.

There's something so pitiful in the way that the kid wipes over his face when he picks up the fallen smokes, enough that Alex gently says, "You can come in and hang out for a while, maybe get your mind off stuff."

There's the faintest hint of a smile at that. "Thanks. I'm Lewis," the boy murmurs, pulling one cigarette out of the pack and his own lighter out of his pocket.

"Alex," he returns with a soft smile of his own. "Let me introduce you to the guys, come on."

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[ and then i'm actually writing out the proposal thing bc i though my little 'bullet point' list was cute ,,, y'all are probably sick and tired of this shit i'm gonna have to write some feral chase after this ]

After a long day in the studio, all Lewis wanted to do was eat a quick dinner and laze around with Alex for a while before he passed the hell out.

As soon as he got home, he changed into his pajamas, found something to eat, then waited for Alex to get there. He must've fallen asleep on the couch, because Alex was shaking his shoulder, early evening light streaming in through the window.

"Hey, babe. Sorry for waking you up, but I need you to come outside with me real quick," Alex said, looking almost nervous.

"Is everything okay?" He yawned, slowly stretching.

Alex nodded, pulling him to his feet. "I just have somethin' I gotta show you."

Lewis allowed himself to be lead into the backyard, tired eyes taking a few moments to comprehend what he was seeing. Lights had been strung around on the fence and in the trees, along with some rose petals scattered on the ground.

"'Lex... If it's our anniversary or something, I'm really sorry but I forgot about it—"

"It's not that, I promise." He laughed a little, but it soon melted into concern when Lewis shivered. "It's cold out here, and I just realized you don't have shoes on, so I'm gonna hurry this up."

He reached into the breast pocket of his shirt as he knelt down, pulling out a little velvet box. As soon as those movements registered, the tears began to fall. Lewis, always the one to cry over the littlest things.

Alex started to get up, but before he could, Lewis practically fell on him, face against his shoulder and arms around his neck. Obviously, Alex hugged back, a little bewildered, but otherwise concerned. "Hey, buttercup, you all right?"

"This is real, right? I'm not dreaming?" He managed to choke out, wiping at his eyes with a hopeful smile on his face.

Alex kissed his forehead, chuckling as he said, "You're not dreaming, 'cuz I'm sure if this was a dream, you wouldn't be crying this much."

"You'd be surprised."

Finally, though, he got himself under control, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I wanna—"

"I haven't even asked yet! So, will you—?" Alex picked up the box from where it fell, taking the ring out of it.

"Absolutely."