may, the month of flowers, as madison calls it.
and thats why im here, in a flower shop, looking through the millions of flowers to find the perfect ones.
after 15 minutes of searching, my eyes land on a bouquet of red ones.
i walk them over to the front desk to pay,
"ah the amaryllis flower, what a beautiful sight these are. they're symbolic of splendid beauty." the old woman says as she types into the cash register.
i smile to myself, perfect.
i thank the woman, and head out the door. i walk down the street, turn right and reach her apartment building.
i walk in and up the stairs to the second floor. i knock and like always, her eye comes to the peep hole.
"clifford." she stats as she opens the door.
"rhodes." i say back, i never call her by her last name.
she looks at my hands, which held the flowers, or the amaryllis', and i extend my hand to her.
"fuck off" she says with a big smile, which makes me smile.
she quickly walks over to the kitchen and climbs up the counter and stands up, grabbing a vase from one of the cabinets.
"i love them." she says and i feel satisfied with myself.
she sets them in the vase and fills it with water,
"i knew you would." i reply back.
she sets them in the middle of her dinner and table and runs over to me,
"i've never got flowers from someone before." she admits wrapping her arms around my neck.
"glad i was the first one then." i smile down at her.
she stands on her tiptoes and pecks my lips, "thanks, clifford."
"may, the month of flowers." i say and her eyes widen,
"wow you were listening when i told you that." she says giggling.
"i always listen to you." i act offended and she just scoffs at me,
"okay, michael." she says and lays on the couch, i follow after her and lay on top of her.
"you're squishing me." her whine muffled by the couch.
"sorry, couldn't here you." i tease.
"michael, get the fuck off of me." she says louder.
i roll off and land on the floor and she sits up and pats the spot next to her, i crawl up and sit beside her.
"i was about to start a movie marathon." she says turning the tv on.
"sounds good to me." i say as she sets up the first movie on netflix.
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3 movies and 2 pizza boxes later, it was 10:30pm and madison was slowly drifting off to sleep on my lap.
"im not sleeping." she mumbles as she rolls over, clearly sleeping. her soft snores audible.
i felt sleep creeping up on me too, so i turn the tv off and picked her up bridle style and walked into her bedroom.
i lay her down and turn around to leave but i feel a small pair of hands on my wrist.
i turn around,
"stay." she says softly pulling me over to her.
i quickly strip down to just my boxers and lay down next to her.
she scoots over and cuddles into me, her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck and i smile to myself,
"goodnight, madison."
