"Why are you such a prick?"

The six words alone had him infuriated, and the smaller beneath him laughing to themselves. Why was he the one getting called the prick?

"Oh ha ha," laughed the pointy-nosed flower. "Cause I have thorns right?" He rolled his eyes. It was such an obvious joke, anyone could have made it. But for some reason, they were the first. And they had spoken with such confidence. It was a bit intimidating, seeing that they hadn't even flinched from his change in attitude.

You laid out on your picnic blanket looking up at the sassy flower. "You caught on rather easily." He responds, "Well no shit. You'll have to come up with something better than that."

He crossed his arms, sitting back to observe you. "What the hell is going through that head of yours.." He mumbled.

You were such a weird specimen. He didn't even know why he was here with you, why he was enjoying it, why he hadn't had the urge to leave on his own already.

"Well gee, I don't need you poking your nose around in my business." Your finger landed on the tip of his nose for emphasis and a quiet 'boop' fell from your lips.

That was it for him.

"Listen here you-"

"Sweet, lovable-"

"Piece of shit."

He'd said it with so much vigor, so much emotion, that anyone who wasn't you would have likely broke down into tears, or had been ready to fight him in any way.

But it was you, and you knew Cagney didn't mean it no matter how harsh it may have seemed. It was moments like this that made you fall for the bipolar flower even further.

You bursted out into a fit of laughter, your face going red from his deadpan expression. He seemed so serious. Too serious.

But when you stopped laughing, you could see the smallest of smiles appear on his flowery face. It was like magic. It was there and gone in a flash, and if you weren't paying close attention, you would have easily missed it!

With a shake of his head, he quietly spoke, "You're an idiot."

You gave him a nudge. "I love you too."

With a bit of reluctance, he wrapped his thornless arms around you, to which you scooted closer. This was rare, no way you're passing it up.

"Your jokes weren't all too bad you know."

"Yeah. I know."