Of Special Delivery

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Genre: Comedy

He walked with the pace of one who had absolutely no rush to get anywhere. He seemed deep in thought, shoulders hunched head bowed over his phone in a question mark posture. He was going through his pone checking if that crazy doctor had not done anything malicious  to his phone.
The phone seemed to be fine, except for an unreasonable number of missed calls and unread messages. Didn’t people realise it, if your call was not answered after two call attempts calling every other minute would not yield any results,either who ever you were calling could not otherwise pickup the phone or they simply did not want to talk to you.

His phone had been held hostage in lieu of restaurant bill that had been paid for him by The Doctor and in return for getting it back, he had agreed, to distribute advertising flyers. It was a fair enough transaction except for the part where X would rather be caught dead than stand at the traffic intersection handing out flyers. His Father was one of the wealthiest people in this city after all and work of any sort was beneath him. Which is why he was currently broke, because his fool of a father had decided to cut him off from the family purse, so he could learn the value of money. But X already knew the value of money, what’s the point of having all the money in the world, if you had to work, well one day his fool of a father would be dust and all of this would be his.

His father was probably worried about him, he had not talked to him or gone back home since his credit card got stolen. He was currently crashing on the couch of a girl who worked at his dad’s bank, who was sweet on him. Lovely girl really, who was probably right now waiting for him, to show up for a Valentine’s day dinner. She had said she would pay, leap year, ladies treat, and he plum forgot, which is probably why she was trying to call him, he put the phone on silent and put it back in his pocket.

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He would have to come up with a story to tell her for blowing her off, if he wanted a place to stay for the night but then The Doctor had said to him, if he needed anything all he had to do was but ask, maybe he would, except a part time of him, a voice he had long since stopped listening to, told him, that he should not be any more indebted to that guy than he already was. If X did not think that the his guardian angel had long since been fired then the voice came from the hole  where his conscience was supposed to be.

Post-Box.jpgOn impulse he took the bundle of flyers he was suppose to distribute for the Doctor and posted it into the red post office drop box. “Let the mailman do his job for him” he though as he laughed to himself. “Xman would never hustle a street corner like some pimp.” Abruptly he stopped laughing as a feeling of being watched washed over him almost as if a bucket of icy cold water had been poured over him, goosebumps even popped up, but just as quickly the sensation passed and he was fine.

He looked up and noticed a florist with a bunch of Valentine’s accessories looking at him. “Good evening, Sir,” she greeted him with a smile “buy a rose for your Valentine and get a mystery gift.” If the florist was not cute he would have probably kept walking and not looked back. Instead X went through change, he found a few loose bills and coins, it did not add up to much, he might be a narcissist  but he was not a fool. He needed to get home with a gift, hell hath no fury like a woman stood up. He really wanted to buy roses but his financial situation was complicated, he settled for a box of heart shaped lollipops instead.

dsc_.jpgHe practised what he would say, “Roses are red, violets are blue, these hearts are sweet and so are you..” she would eat that up. It would workout, it always worked, he winked at the lady who sold him the flowers and blew her a kiss as he walked away, whistling.

~~The End

My entry this week for #BlogBattle: Themed lollipop. 

Hope your Valentine’s day was a blast

Cheers

~B

P.S. The story continues from here 

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  2. I have to catch up and see why he’s indebted to The Doctor. O_o I’d take those lollipops over roses any day. They look like frosted cookies. Hope he has a backup plan for somewhere to stay. 😉

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    1. Popular opinion is he will be sleeping in the doghouse…(def has to make a plan)
      …….and you cant eat roses, they taste like photosynthesis….
      ~B
      P.s. besides its weird getting roses, its like someone saying I got you these roses, now watch them slowly wilt and die… because I Love You

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      1. That is true… Kinda creepy if you think about it. “Here. I’ve cut these flowers and killed them but they’ll last a bit so you can watch them wilt.” 🌺🌼🌸 Chocolate, please. (I do think he’ll be sleeping in the doghouse…)

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      2. he is like a lodestone for bad ideas….. (hmmm actaully I like that one, will use it in his next part of the tale… spoiler alert hahahaha)

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    1. hahahaha the poem is rather lame but maybe his rugged good looks do all the speaking for him( did I mention his rugged good looks…)
      Points for the heart cookies though but is it enough???
      Happy belated ♥Heart♥ day
      ~B
      P.S you could wish me happy birthday instead whoop whoop lol

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  13. Happy Belated Birthday! 🙂 I am not convinced she’ll be a hard sell on the candy and lame poem…I mean, she IS letting him sleep at her place, after all…I bet he’ll be able to work his charm on her at least a little bit…BUT, I think Doc is much more likely to stir things up for Mr. X. 🙂 He’s so in need of a good wake up call, the handsome spoiled brat. 😉

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    1. hahahaha dont you know It!!! Sleeping in the doghouse is the least of X’s worries. Does The Doctor strike you as an easily forgiving sort who metes out cruel and usual punishment in half measures?….

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