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Randy | Pretty Boy

A/N: Ok so this story is dedicated to how like fuckin BEAUTIFUL andy fowler is. Before this past weekend I'd never seen the boys live before and when I say fowler just like took my breath away?? I was like how?? Photos do not do justice??? I couldn't take my eyes off him anywAY lol hope you enjoy this one (it's long, buckle up).

* r y e *

He'd been coming into the shop for weeks now. At first it had seemed harmless enough. I'd done a double take, promptly forgotten how to breathe, and then almost forgotten to charge him for his bouquet. That could easily have been written off as me having an off day, if it hadn't happened again two days later. A couple weeks after that the dreams started. It was embarrassing, like being seventeen again- that was the last age I could recall waking up panting with a sticky patch on the front of my boxers. But I was twenty-four now for God's sake, my hormones were supposed to be settled, puberty was behind me, and yet, I'd done an excessive amount of laundry since he'd first stuck that stupidly perfect blond head of his through our shop door.

He came in two or three times a week now, and I was about to reach my breaking point. It wasn't just because I was attracted to him, it was mostly because I was attracted to a him, for the first time in my twenty-four long trips around the sun. If I liked guys, I would have surely noticed before now, so what the hell was this? It was taking up so much space in my thoughts now that Harper actually noticed a change in my demeanour, and so when he confronted me about it I decided to just come clean. Maybe he could help convince me that it was just one pretty boy, and that things like this happened to the best of us.

"So what are you, like... bisexual?" Harper asked, seeming to not understand.

"No... I don't think so?" I answered, thinking about it. "I mean, no offence, Harp, you're an attractive guy but I'm not exactly dying to bend you over this counter right now."

"Comforting as that is, I'm pretty sure that's not how bisexuality works."

"Well how am I supposed to know how it works?" I snapped. 

It was all unfamiliar territory and it was starting to make me angry, having always thought that if I was going to have gay thoughts, they would have come a lot earlier. I mean, it wasn't like I got off to gay porn, or had ever thought about a dick and went yes please. Vaginas were nice. Boobs were cool. Dicks were just weird.

"I don't follow you," Harper frowned. "If you're not bisexual then why are you attracted to a random dude?"

I tried my best to explain. "Okay, you're a straight man right?"

"Right."

"You're telling me his face doesn't make you...feel things?"

"Well sure, he's handsome-"

"Handsome?! Harper, he is beautiful." It blew my mind that he didn't see it too, when it was all I could think about.

"Okay. So you've got it bad."

"Fuck," I groaned. "This doesn't make any sense."

Harper pondered this for a second. "Well, what about him do you find attractive exactly?"

My first thought was just everything, but I didn't voice it, trying to break it down into more manageable chunks. "His eyes," I came up with eventually. "That was the first thing, I think. You've seen them, all sparkly and blue and long eyelashes"

"Sure," Harper agreed unconvincingly. "Anything else?"

Of course there was more. "Dimples," I said. "When he smiles. His smile in general, his lips..." I trailed off, already caught in a fantasy about biting them. Thinking about the things that made him so attractive to me wasn't helpful, I realised, because now I had opened the floodgates and was thinking about everything else too. His hands, fine and delicate when he slid the money across the counter, sometimes covered in a chipped coat of white nail polish. That day he'd worn his pants rolled up so his slim ankles could be seen just above his sock line. Great. Now I was getting horny thinking about his ankles.