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Blue thought he was used to the random things the rest of the flowers got up to.
But whatever he had just walked in on was one of the most questionable sights he’d ever seen.
Yellow stood hunched over the counter, his face bright red, staring in awe at Blue’s dress. Flowery was standing next to him, doubled over laughing. Seth was sitting on the counter, shaking their head and muttering to themself. Orange was telling Yellow to throw a half eaten cookie at Blue. Green was on the other side of the counter, standing silently and watching everything unfold. And Aqua was bouncing on all of their heads, laughing maniacally.
“Am I…interrupting something?” Blue asked, which only made Flowery laugh harder.
“‘Course not!” He composed himself. “We’re just helping Yellow with—”
Yellow put a hand on Flowery’s mouth, eyes still not straying from Blue. “They were, uh.” He narrowed his eyes. “Helpin’ me.”
“Helping you with what, dearest Yellow?” The nickname sparked even more snickers and sideways glances between the other flowers.
“Uhh…” Blue knew Yellow hated lying. But he also knew he would never keep something from him in the first place.
“Are you keeping something from me, love?”
“Wha—? No, no, I’d never keep somethin’ from you!” Yellow’s face grew even redder. “We’re, uh… tryin’ ta’… plan that… date.” By the time Yellow finished his sentence, his voice was barely audible.
“Oh, well I suppose I mustn’t stay any longer then.” Blue turned, his dress flowing behind him. He looked over his shoulder. “See you tonight, my dear.”
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Welp, now Blue knew that Yellow had absolutely no clue what he was doing. And he was leaving. “W-wait!” Yellow called out.
Blue turned back around. “Yes, darling?”
Every pet name he used— and Blue’s vocabulary was full of them— made Yellow swoon even more. And then there was that dress. It hugged Blue’s waist tightly, transitioning into a long, layered skirt that framed Blue’s body perfectly. No, scratch that. Everything framed Blue’s body perfectly.
Suddenly, Flowery was whispering in his ear. “I get that you’re madly in love and all that, but can you at least tell him why you’re making him wait?”
Then Flowery spoke in his normal voice. “Sorry to keep you waiting!(™) Apparently, Yellow is so in love he forgot to speak!”
Blue laughed. The sound echoed in Yellow’s ears over and over again, until everything else was drowned out and all Yellow could hear was the beautiful, melodic sound of Blue’s laugh. And he suspected he would be perfectly content if that was the last sound he ever heard.
But nothing good lasts forever. Soon, the rest of the world turned back on, and he could hear the voices of the other flowers.
“Blue, you’re gonna make poor Yellow pass out!” Said Orange.
Then Blue was in front of him, very close to his face. “Yellow? Are you okay?”
Yellow shook his head to get himself out whatever kind of trance he’d just been in. Blue was worried, and the last thing Yellow wanted was to worry Blue.
“What? Oh- don’ worry, I’m fine!” Yellow didn’t mention how blurry his vision was getting, or how his ears were ringing, or how he couldn’t catch his breath, or—
Blue put a cold hand on Yellow’s burning cheek, which only caused him to feel worse. “Yellow, you’re feverishly hot…” Blue said something else, but his voice faded away.
The entire room started to spin faster and faster around Yellow, causing him to stumble backward, trying to stay upright.
He must’ve failed, because before he knew it, his vision faded to black.
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“Yellow!” Before Blue had time to react, Yellow was stumbling backward, his face pale.
Then his eyes rolled back, and he was falling.
Without thinking, Blue ran to him, and, not a moment too soon, caught him inches away from the hard tile of The Flower Cafe. Yellow was dead weight in Blue’s arms. Blue looked down at the cowboy. He couldn’t explain it, but, somehow, Yellow still looked breathtaking.
Blue couldn’t stare for much longer, though. He had to take care of him. “I’m taking him to my dressing room,” He said to the rest of the flowers, “And if I hear a word out of any of you teasing him about fainting out of ‘love’...” he took a meaningful glance at Flowery. “You are excluded from hearing about our relationship.”
Then he ran out, urgent to get Yellow out of there.
“Huh- Blue-?” A disoriented voice came from Yellow’s lips. “What’s goin’ on…?” He began to raise his head up, but Blue immediately put it back down.
“Shhh, dear,” Blue said as they reached the door to his dressing room. “You fainted back in the cafe. Do not worry, I will take care of you.” He pushed open the door and laid Yellow across the couch along the wall.
“Wha…” Yellow tried again to lift up his head, but Blue pushed it back down gently again.
“Just rest, dear.” Blue walked over to the watercooler in the corner of the room and poured Yellow a cup of water. “This should help.” He walked back over and gave Yellow the drink.
Yellow took a sip. “That’s better…”
Blue sat on the edge of the couch and gently brushed Yellow’s forehead. “That’s good to hear,” he said. “You need to drink more water, it will help you get better faster.”
Yellow sat up. “Gosh darn, ain’t that crazy! I feel better already!” He stood, wobbling his way over to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m gonna take ya on that date!” Yellow said, trying to wink, but it looked more like an uncoordinated blink.
Blue guided him back to the couch. “I will not let you leave this room until you’re actually feeling better.”
Yellow sighed and gave in. “I just… I gotta follow through on that date I promised ya!” He laid his head back on the couch cushion. “I gotta give ya the best date you’ve ever been on!”
Blue smiled and planted a soft kiss on Yellow's forehead. “Oh, Yellow…” He grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I wouldn’t mind it if you took me to the worst place in the world.”
“Huh? Ya wanna go to the worst place in the world?”
With his free hand, Blue played with Yellow’s hair. “My point is,” he murmured, “As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter where we go.”
“Aw, Blue…” Yellow smiled. It was genuine and bright, and for a minute, nothing mattered except for Yellow. All Blue could look at was the warm tones of his lemon skin, the gap in his teeth, the golden nest of hair on his head.
And there was no place his mind would rather be.