Wildflowers And Raw Cuts

The Lovers

Buckwoski came from Russia, he left when he was sixteen without his parents and he is now seventeen years old, painfully employed at a drug store, he wishes to write however. Bucky as he likes to be called has pale white skin, brown hair and blue eyes with dark bags under them.

Honey was born in France, he left when was moved here for adoption at ten years old, he is now sixteen and unemployed. Honey was born without any vision, he has been taken care of by Bucky and the orphanage all his life.

"It's a beautiful day today." Bucky sits down with Honey on his bed and looks out the nearby window.

"Is it? I can never tell." Honey sat close to Bucky, he is always wrapped in a heavy over sized sweater that was provided by charity.

"I know but I was thinking we could sit in the sun room today." Bucky held Honeys hand, they were not romantically involved but they were close and it was going to kill Bucky having to leave Honey when he turns eighteen.

"That...That sounds nice..."

"So...wheres everyone else...?" Bucky asked.

"They went to have breakfast..."

"Are you not hungry?"

"I was still asleep when they went down, I couldn't get down there alone."

"...Of course. Do you want me to help you Honey?" Bucky said as he stood up still holding Honeys hand.

"Yes please. I would kill for sister Anna's apple pie..." Honey stood up and walked with Bucky into the hall.
"Are you going to sleep after you bring me down there?" Honey began walking down the hall with Bucky.

"I'll eat with you but then probably..." Bucky has been working all night and was exhausted, he hated his job, stalking shelves with pills and healthy bullshit.

"I can eat alone Bucky...you're tired, you haven't slept yet..."

Bucky stayed quiet and began to help Honey down the grand staircase.

"I don't know why they keep you upstairs, your definitely entitled to some accommodations like a ground level room." Bucky said moving on as they got half way down.

"I'm fine where I'am." Honey says as they reach the bottom of the stairs

Bucky walks with Honey to the dinning hall where the whole orphanage was gathered at a long table with at least sixteen seats. The other children were all talking softly to each other as they ate a rather nice smelling breakfast.

"I'll get us some pie." Bucky said leaving Honey for a moment, when he was over at the table getting Honey and himself some food another boy approached him.

"Hey there Buck. Getting a little food for yourself and your boyfriend?" The boy said with a slightly mocking tone.

"He isn't my boyfriend Mike." Bucky Continued putting some food on both of their plates.

"Oh right of course my apologies but your always seen holding his hand or in his room or being all chummy with him. I wonder what the sisters would be like if they thought you were dating?" Mike said smugly as he grabbed a pastry off the table and took a bite.

"Mind your own business Mike. It's none of your business what I do with him."

"So you admit it. You're doing stuff with Honey...?"

"Shut up." Bucky spat.

"Look it's nothing to be afraid of you're just two little fags."

"Go fuck yourself."

Mike laughed a little and took a berry off one of the plates Bucky was preparing and popped it in his mouth.

Bucky walked away from him and back over to Honey who was speaking with the head nun, Sister Sally. Buck didn't dislike her but something about her made him uneasy, a certain darkness too her, something you wouldn't expect to come off a nun.

"Hey, I got us food." Bucky held two plates of food.

"Thanks Bucky. I'll be just a minute." Honey said softly as he continued to speak to the sister.

Bucky places the plates on the table next to each other and sits waiting for Honey to be done talking to the sister.

•—)\/(—•

After they had finished eating, Bucky had went back to his room to rest, he had left Honey when the nuns requested he help with the laundry. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light.

When he awoken he lied there staring at the white ceiling bathed in the light of the sunset. He thought about what Mike had said.

He never thought about Honey that way, he didn't want too, Though he loved him more than anything he had, romance would Surely taint that.

Love can be innocent like that, it can be just be a feeling you get when you're around them and feeling more euphoric than heroin.

"So then. What are we?" Bucky whispered to himself as the light disappeared from his room.

A light knock came from the door and Bucky got up and opened it to find a familiar face, It was of course Honey holding something wrapped in tinfoil.

"Hey. I made you something to eat, you can eat it now or at work." Honey said handing him what was most likely a sandwich.

"You made this...? Alone?" Bucky asked bringing Honey in and shutting the door behind him.

"I had Peggy get the things I needed but other than that I was pretty much solo." Honey smiled softly as he felt around to sit on Bucky's bed.

Bucky sat next to Honey and held his hand, he placed a kiss on the top of his head and whispered to him softly. Honey rested his head on his shoulder and exhaled deeply relaxed, Bucky rested his head on top of his gently and closed his eyes. Their fingers intertwined, they stayed like that for a few minutes.

"You, just you are something I can't quite put into words." Bucky squeezed his hand tight and shed a tear.

"I don't need words Bucky, you are more than plenty, more than anything I could ever want." Honey said softly.

Its that feeling, the feeling that blocks out any other thought, the feeling that grips you and moves you and hurts you in the most beautiful kind of way, the feeling that you wish would never have to end. Your head is a flush with flowers, mist and things that pleasantly tickle your brain. It's something entirely more than anything you could ever want.