Under the peach tree (discontinued)

This place doesn't seem to bad

The headers to Wattpads 'code of conduct' are for some reason really funny

Even after getting through customs, I still had a pounding headache from the landing. Rick had said that he was going to meet me at the gates, so he could drive me to his place. As I got out of the airport I looked around a little before catching sight of the man I had seen a picture of.

That was Rick. I didn't expect him to be as tall as he was, maybe around 6 feet. He was heavy-set with a round belly. His dark skin glistening under the flickering florescent lights of the gateway. Rick was very beautiful. Thick, bleached dreads laying lightly on his shoulders.

I walk closer to him, he spots me. finally, I get a good look at his eyes. the bright, honey-coloured spheres, they were glossy and filled with joy. I felt bad, he looked magnificent, like some sort of goddess, despite him being a man. While I looked like human trash, my flight was 15 hours long. Back in Ireland, it would be around 10:00 pm, but it was only 2:12 pm here. I was tired and felt like death.

"Augustus, it good to finally meet you," Rick spoke in such a cheerful tone. "You must be tired, let's get home."

"uh... ya, thank you."

We walked along the large airport parking lot. Until we reached a dark grey, 8 person van. Rick reached for my suitcase, "Here let me handle this, you get into the car, okay." I nodded my head as he lifted up the trunk to put my suitcase in. I opened the door to the passenger side and hoped in, quite literally. The van was much higher of the ground then I expected, and only being 5'4 is an issue.

I didn't wait long before Rick stepped into the drivers side and started up the car. I must not have been paying that close of attention to him. All up his arms and down his legs-probably around the rest of his body too- were tattoos. It was odd, he didn't seem like the type to have those kinds of things. He wore something I could only describe as cottagecore, a tan T-shirt that had mushrooms, bugs, and other plants on it. his shorts were a brownish-green, cuffed at the bottom, and a brown belt that held them up, the same colour as his shoes.

But once given a closer look, I realized they fit perfectly with the way he looked. He was covered in drawings of flowers, herbs, plants, bugs, animals, and other aesthetic things. It was cute, to have such a big guy actually be a huge softy.

I guess I was starring a little too long because Rick began to speck. "Do you like them?" He asked keeping his eyes on the road (Like a good boy). "You know I designed most of them. If you ever want a tattoo, just ask me."

"Oh, really. Well, I don't think I want a tattoo. I still appreciate your offer. So, you like a tattoo artist? Do you like, give people tattoos and stuff?"

"Yep, sure do." The conversation ended and it went silent for a bit.

"So, do you mind if I call you August? It's just shorter then Augustus. And I like nicknames." Rick asked. It was weird, I never had many friends. Nobody ever gave me a nickname, I never got close enough to someone for them to give me a nickname. But here was Rick barely even knowing me, asking if he can give me a nickname.

Or with my parents. They were the only ones who ever actually gave me a nickname. Auggy. Auggy, was the name they gave me. Unless they were upset, then it was Augustus.

I guess I had gotten caught up in my own mind again. Because Rick said, "Do you not like nicknames?"

"NO, um... Tha-That's not it at-at all. I just- y-you can call me August if you want to," I frantically stumbled over my words. I made a fool out of myself. I felt a little bit of heat come to my face, either from embarrassment or the thought of him calling me August. But, why would I blush at that, I can't 'like' him, I only met him in person like 30 minutes ago.

Actually speaking of the time. I noticed we were no longer in the town, but instead in the countryside. Ever so often we would pass by a house. Most of them had plants or animals stretching across their back yards.

We came up to a house and pulled into its gravel-covered, circle driveway. "We're here," Rick said with a smile. the driveway included another car on the other side, but this one is a pickup truck. Along the top of the driveway was a black motorcycle. three skateboards and a pair of rollerblades lay against the side of the front porch.

The yard was overrun by plants, I even spotted a couple of wild strawberry bushes. all the flowers were colourfully in full bloom. dozens of birdhouses and feeders hang above our heads, swaying on their tree branches in the light summer wind. The exterior of the house was nothing short of beautiful. A three-story house standing tall in all its glory. The stained wood of the house made it look like a cabin in the woods, but with an elegant twist to it. No word could describe the full extent of its beauty.

"Here you go," Rick says interrupting my train of thought. He leaned my suitcase in my direction for me to take it. We walked up the steps of the front porch, now standing at a reddish hued door.

Rick turned the handle and began to open the door.

I was nervous.

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your gonna get to meet 4 of the 6 boys left next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this.

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