After 4 hours of sititng in the car,I almost fell asleep. Then something vibrated in my pocket. «Stupid phone going off at wrong timing..» I pulled up my phone and looked at the message I’d gotten.

''Mum says:
Talk to Gerard,you need to get better friends. Xoxo mum’’

Mum had such clichè ways of texting it made me sick,but I did as she said with a sigh. «So Gerard..» I started and closed my phone. Those hazel eyes was looking at me with pure hatred again,waiting for me to continue. «Um,so wh--» «Listen faggot,just because our parents are forcing us to get married and I’m not making a big fuzz out of,doesn’t mean that we should talk. And don’t you call me Gerard you cocksucker! Jesus,why does fags always want me?»

And I snapped.

«Okay,now you listen to me! Just because I’m gay it doesn’t mean that I enjoy this,okay!? Just because you’re rich and good-looking doesn’t mean that the whole world wants you,cause to be honest? The only hole of yours I’d ever shove something in would be down your throat,with my fist! I hate arrogant pricks like you!»

And he snapped.

«I hate faggots like you!»

And the driver snapped.

«If both of you don’t go quiet I’ll call your parents!»

And we both got silent. Well,that was mums plan of making us better friends. Well,anyways. As we finally arrived to the location(which by the way is the Way’s resident) we both got out of the car. But the only difference that I actually opened the door myself. That arrogant prick sat and waited for the driver to open it for him. A frown scrunched on my face. We both walked(keeping a distance from eachother)towards the big mansion,not looking at each other once.The weather was pretty nice. In the big garden next to the mansion there was alot of flowers,and the best of all! There was thousands(exaggerating)of my favourite flowers. It has many strange names to be honest. I’ll tell more about that later.

I’m really fond of flowers,I’ve always been. Flowers and dogs makes me happy. I’m a very girly boy,if you didn’t notice already. There was a fountain in the garden,shaped as a Bee Orchid. It was shaped funny,and made me giggle. I decided to walk into the garden instead of following that homophobic cunt into his homophobe dungeon. Alright,I’m exaggerating(again). The green grass seemed soft,so I hopped out of my shoes and walked further into the flower-filled garden. It felt like a dream. A way too detailed dream. I sat down under the tree’s of my favourite flowers. It’s like flowers,but is actually a tree. As I said,it has many names. Actually it depends on where you live. It’s original name is ‘’Crateva Religiosa’’.

If I had to be stuck here for a long time this could be my saving grace. After what seemed like an hour of sitting there and studying all the flowers, suddenly Gerard came stomping over with his mean face expression. I shuddered at the sight of him. «You really are a fag,huh? But I guess we have something in common..» What? Me and that flaming homophobe had something in common..And he admitted it? What? «And what’s that?» Just because he’s a prick to me,doesn’t mean I’ll be a prick towards him,so I used a friendly voice.

«We both love flowers..»

Notes

So,I'm in school so I didn't have time to check on mis-spellings jtdguujrg Thanks for the comments ;-;