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I heard a knock on my door, and opened it to see Deacon with a gorgeous bouquet of yellow flowers in his hand. He grinned, "I didn't know if I should get red or yellow."
I took them in my hands and he came in. I smiled, "Yellow is a symbolism of friendship, red is romance."
He winked, "Guess I should return those for the red ones then."
I chuckled, putting them in a glass of water, "No, I like these ones. I was actually about to head out to grab a drink. Care to join me?"
Deacon looked at his wrist, checking a watch that wasn't there, "I've got time." I laughed, and he held out his arm. I grabbed his hand and he seemed to lead the way. We got down, and sat in the back room, which was small, and good for old friends catching up. Me and Deacon weren't old friends though, seeing as we'd kept in contact and gone out together a few times. We both got beers, and he used a lousy pickup line or two on our way to the old couches. He sat next to me, his knee up on the couch between us, his arm resting on the back of it. He looked at me over the rim of his glasses, his blue eyes as warm as ever, "You know, I'm breathing, you're breathing... We have so much in common, we should date."
I laughed, "You're such a goof."
A man across the room locked eyes with me, and sent a wink my way. I blushed, looking down. Deacon noticed, and his smile faltered a little. He looked to the ground, clearing his throat, "I'll be right back."
He left abruptly, and as soon as he was gone, the other man took his spot, holding out a hand, "Is he your boyfriend?"
I shook his hand, though we held hands a moment longer than intended, "No, I uh... I don't know what got into him."
He smiled, "Well he's foolish for leaving someone like you alone."
I blushed, "Yeah, I don't usually get hit on when I'm out and about, so pardon my nervousness."
The man chuckled, "My name is Robert, by the way."
"Y/N."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful person. It suits you."
I chuckled, "Thanks."
Deacon came back in, and took a hand from behind his back, showing four fingers, excluding his thumb, caught in a mousetrap. They were starting to get purple. He let out a fake cry, "Oh boy, if only there were someone to take care of me."
I handed my beer to Robert, getting to my feet and going to Deacon, examining his hand as he stuck his tongue out at the other gentleman. I chuckled, "Why is this becoming something I expect from you?"
"Because you know me so well, darling."
I pried the mousetrap open and he pulled his fingers out. I yanked my hand back and it clattered to the ground. Despite his fingers not being broken, he held his hand up limply, pouting, "I think it's broken. Well this has been fun, but I guess we have to go home."
I glanced over to Robert, apologizing quickly. He just looked confused. We got back to my house, and I filled a small bag with ice for Deacon. He was staring at the flowers on my counter and I sat across from him, "Are you okay? Why on Earth would you stick your hand in a mousetrap?"
"It had cheese on it. I like cheese."
I sighed, cupping his jaw. He leaned into my palm and I chuckled, "What am I gonna do with you?"
He smiled a little, "You could kiss me and not talk to strange men at bars."
"You're such a goober." I gasped, "Is that what this is about? You're jealous?"
He sank into his chair, "No."
"You stuck your hand in a mousetrap for attention?"
"I cannot confirm or deny that accusation."
I laughed, "You're crazy, Deacon."
"Crazy in love with you."
"You've got to stop making jokes like that," I smiled, "What if people think we're together?"
He looked at me, and from behind his sunglasses, I could see seriousness in his eyes, "What if I want us to be together?"
"If you seriously do, then kiss me." I smiled, "If you're still messing with me, then I'm going back to that bar to talk to Robert."
He immediately leaned forward, pushing his lips sweetly to mine, keeping one hand under the ice, while his other cupped my jaw. The kiss lasted a solid five seconds, and when he pulled away, he stood up, the ice bag falling to the floor, "Now, if you don't mind, I've got to buy the best red roses I can find, for a special someone."
