flowers - evak - au

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Isak flicked his eyes to the house next door. It was Sunday night, seven thirteen pm, and not a light bared any luminescent glow.

With small, hushed movements he walked quickly to the back garden of the creme house beside his own.

He pulled himself over the small wooden fence, and began looking over the flowers to mentally selected a few.

He's done this for months, months since his fathers death. His emotional struggle had adjusted itself, and no longer swayed the balance of life and depression.

Quietly as possible he picked a few of the flowers, completely oblivious to the soft steps behind him.

Humming quietly, isak arranged the flowers in his hand, pulling a small ribbon from his pocket to tie the stems together.
As he struggled to tie the small knot with the smooth silk, he felt an uneasy set of eyes on him.

He looked up with a panic, meeting the eyes of a stranger he'd seen many times before. Seen getting the mail, taking out the trash, and several other outdoor chores.

Eyes he always met, but never explored. A face he'd seen, but never experienced. A voice he's only heard shout a hello.

"Mind I ask you what you're doing a quarter after seven in our garden?" The taller boy leaned forward, a bit intimating, as he raised an eyebrow, questioning the younger, and several inches smaller, boy.

A piece of his hair, which was slicked up in an Elvis Presley-esk style, fell onto his face, casting a small shadow over his forehead.

Isak felt his mind stumble for words, "I- they're flowers-"

"Well I can see that." The older snarked, the edge of his mouth twisting into a sarcastic smile.

Isak looked down at the ground, shifting his feet, he couldn't tell this 'stranger' that he'd been sneaking into his garden every Sunday to bring his deceased father flowers.

"They're just for someone." He defended, looking back up. He met the blue eyes in front of him, which were filled with a playful stature.

The taller blonde purses his lips, nodding, "Well, I have to meet this person, make sure that they're good enough!" He stood up straighter, as if to make his statement just.

"Wait, no, no you don't ha-"

"Hush, I'll have none of that, can't of my precious flowers going to just anyone, now can I, Isak?"

Isaks face immediately fell, not only would his neighbour, who he didn't even know the name of, (and apparently knew his?) but he was going to visit his fathers grave with him. Plus thinking it was for some kind of date!

"Now, don't be so pissy, you can't have your girlfriend see you in a bad mood now can you?"

Isak felt his face heat up, even if he did have a date, it wouldn't be with a girl. He didn't say anything, but lowered his head, again observing the grass beneath his feet. "I don't even know your name."

"Well that's easy, it's Even!"

Isak looked up to see Even beaming with pride, "Now, lead the way!"

Isak shook his head slightly, and started walking, not bothering to make sure Even was following.

"So.. what's her name?"

Isak didn't answer, but instead debated on wether or not to tell Even they were visiting his father, who had died of lung cancer four months ago, or just let him figure it out.