Short Stories

The flower king

Preston's PoV

"Rob, what the fudge are you doing?" I ask, raising my eyebrow towards my hairline.

He smiles. "Nothing." I send a questioning look at him as he picks another flower. He sets it in his hair and giggles.

I sigh as he does it again. "rob, will you fudging stop!?" I yell at him.

"What? I'm the flower king." He picks a pink one, putting it behind his ear. "I need flowers"

I roll my eyes. "A flower king is not a flower king without his flowers" rob glances at me, sending a smile in my direction too.

"Whatever." I obnoxiously say. I was kind of upset, this was suppose to be out date, and he's picking flowers. I grab a sandwich out of our picnic basket and began to eat it, attitude in every bite.

Rob continue to look at me every few seconds, he knew I was upset, yet he repeated the flower picking. That made me more upset.

"Do you want some flowers too?" Rob asks, shoving flowers in my face.

"No I don't want your fudging flowers!" I bellow, as I turn away from him.

He grabs my shoulder, pulling me to face him. "You can be a flower king too." He says, sympathy in his eyes. "You'll be my flower king."

I smile. He always knew what to say, and that's why I love him. "I'd love that." I say.

"And I love you." He exclaims, pulling me towards him until our lips meet.