Planting the Seeds of Love
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rockandroll_swedeFor Nexus writing prompt: 2. A day when every little thing seems to go wrong.#
Today was the day where both Erik and Hjalmar had to replant the flowers they had crushed when falling into the hotel flowerbeds drunk. It wasn't intentional of course it was more Hjalmar had stumbled out of the hotel after an evening of heavy drinking and had found himself somehow outside in the flower beds behind the hotel. Erik, who had been caught relieving himself at the back of the hotel because he too was drunk managed to get pulled down into the flowers next to Hjalmar. Two hapless drunken Swedes running amok in the hotel's garden.
Then Tom came outside and saw them.
That was yesterday. Erik and Hjalmar both walked outside bleary-eyed hungover and groggy feeling the morning sun piercing their eyes. It was too early! Tom and Robert were making the two Swedes replant the hotel's flowers because it was the right thing to do.
"Do we have to do this? It's total---"
Hjalmar's whining cut off by Tom coming outside, holding a mug of tea in his hand, sipping at it slowly, whilst watching the two rock stars. Tutting at the older Swede's negative attitude the astronaut waved a finger at Hjalmar offering a pissed off glare. These two needed to learn that crushing people's flowers was just not on. Beside Erik's feet was a bag of compost, some garden forks and a spade. Alongside were some fresh flowers waiting to be planted.
"There you are, boys. Fresh flowers to go into the ground where your drunken asses squashed the last lot. Robert will be much happier with you Erik if you plant them."
Erik just going wide-eyed and nodding. He didn't want to disappoint his fluffy teddy bear so instantly began digging the dirt up with the spade, noticing it was ruining his shoes. Oh well. What else could go wrong today since both rock stars woke up with splitting head aches and hadn't even had breakfast yet. What time even was it? 6am? Damn. Way to early!
"Let me do some digging too, Erik. I want to make some holes to put the flowers in."
Hjalmar taking the spade from Erik now digging some holes and groaning because of his pounding head. It felt like someone had snatched the spade from him and smacked him over the head with it. Erik's own head pulsing like a bitch. Tom just stood by the wall of the hotel watching the boys to make sure they'd plant the flowers properly without leaving.
"Make sure you dig them in deep. The roots need enough soil around them."
Tom knew Robert was more into this than him but the driver was currently busy driving people around in the limo. Some of the bands had an early practice at the venues. These cheeky boys would have to learn their lesson before they would drink again. Hjalmar dug the holes then wiped his forehead with the back of his soil-caked hand.
"Can we go in now, old man? We've done the digging. Can't you get one of the hotel staff to do the rest?"
Hjalmar already wanting to give up. Erik shook his head pushing the other Swede a little in anger. No. They had to do this even it meant hard work and getting dirty with soil. Tom chuckled and shook his head too. Nope. They'd have to do it. Tom meant what he said.
"Come on, we can do this."
Erik determined, grabbing the fork as he began to plant some of the flowers into the freshly dug holes. The Swede suddenly cried out in pain as his hand brushed a thorn from a nearby spiky weed. Ouch. He winced as he pulled the tiny shard of spike out of his finger. There wasn't any blood but it hurt! Tom just rolled his eyes at Erik's misfortune as he downed the rest of his tea but not moving. Oh no. He would make sure the job was done.
"A weed thorn got me!"
The guitarist then bashing the weed with the fork, proceeding to yank it out with the fork blades, tossing it behind him. Hjalmar felt the weed hit him square in the chest because Erik wasn't looking where he was flinging it. Soil and bits of weed now smeared the Swede's shirt. Erik! You clumsy---
"Watch what you are doing! You threw bits of weed and soil at me. Ungh---my head."
Hjalmar gripping his forehead as a bout of nausea threatened to overwhelm him. So far he wasn't doing much gardening but watching Erik do it instead. If he bent down to dig or put flowers in he might throw up so he decided to just pass the flowers slowly to Erik as the guitarist planted them. Soon, the boys had finished and Erik was filthy with soil caked to his fingernails and his clothes. Hjalmar yawned and then turned to see Tom smiling and nodding.
"Alright, boys. Back inside. Not a bad job considering you two pissheads aren't gardeners. Robert should be pleased."
Shooting a sly wink to Erik, Tom disappeared back inside the hotel to read his paper and steer clear of anymore band craziness. Hjalmar and Erik walked back inside needing some rest.
Today was the day where both Erik and Hjalmar had to replant the flowers they had crushed when falling into the hotel flowerbeds drunk. It wasn't intentional of course it was more Hjalmar had stumbled out of the hotel after an evening of heavy drinking and had found himself somehow outside in the flower beds behind the hotel. Erik, who had been caught relieving himself at the back of the hotel because he too was drunk managed to get pulled down into the flowers next to Hjalmar. Two hapless drunken Swedes running amok in the hotel's garden.
Then Tom came outside and saw them.
That was yesterday. Erik and Hjalmar both walked outside bleary-eyed hungover and groggy feeling the morning sun piercing their eyes. It was too early! Tom and Robert were making the two Swedes replant the hotel's flowers because it was the right thing to do.
"Do we have to do this? It's total---"
Hjalmar's whining cut off by Tom coming outside, holding a mug of tea in his hand, sipping at it slowly, whilst watching the two rock stars. Tutting at the older Swede's negative attitude the astronaut waved a finger at Hjalmar offering a pissed off glare. These two needed to learn that crushing people's flowers was just not on. Beside Erik's feet was a bag of compost, some garden forks and a spade. Alongside were some fresh flowers waiting to be planted.
"There you are, boys. Fresh flowers to go into the ground where your drunken asses squashed the last lot. Robert will be much happier with you Erik if you plant them."
Erik just going wide-eyed and nodding. He didn't want to disappoint his fluffy teddy bear so instantly began digging the dirt up with the spade, noticing it was ruining his shoes. Oh well. What else could go wrong today since both rock stars woke up with splitting head aches and hadn't even had breakfast yet. What time even was it? 6am? Damn. Way to early!
"Let me do some digging too, Erik. I want to make some holes to put the flowers in."
Hjalmar taking the spade from Erik now digging some holes and groaning because of his pounding head. It felt like someone had snatched the spade from him and smacked him over the head with it. Erik's own head pulsing like a bitch. Tom just stood by the wall of the hotel watching the boys to make sure they'd plant the flowers properly without leaving.
"Make sure you dig them in deep. The roots need enough soil around them."
Tom knew Robert was more into this than him but the driver was currently busy driving people around in the limo. Some of the bands had an early practice at the venues. These cheeky boys would have to learn their lesson before they would drink again. Hjalmar dug the holes then wiped his forehead with the back of his soil-caked hand.
"Can we go in now, old man? We've done the digging. Can't you get one of the hotel staff to do the rest?"
Hjalmar already wanting to give up. Erik shook his head pushing the other Swede a little in anger. No. They had to do this even it meant hard work and getting dirty with soil. Tom chuckled and shook his head too. Nope. They'd have to do it. Tom meant what he said.
"Come on, we can do this."
Erik determined, grabbing the fork as he began to plant some of the flowers into the freshly dug holes. The Swede suddenly cried out in pain as his hand brushed a thorn from a nearby spiky weed. Ouch. He winced as he pulled the tiny shard of spike out of his finger. There wasn't any blood but it hurt! Tom just rolled his eyes at Erik's misfortune as he downed the rest of his tea but not moving. Oh no. He would make sure the job was done.
"A weed thorn got me!"
The guitarist then bashing the weed with the fork, proceeding to yank it out with the fork blades, tossing it behind him. Hjalmar felt the weed hit him square in the chest because Erik wasn't looking where he was flinging it. Soil and bits of weed now smeared the Swede's shirt. Erik! You clumsy---
"Watch what you are doing! You threw bits of weed and soil at me. Ungh---my head."
Hjalmar gripping his forehead as a bout of nausea threatened to overwhelm him. So far he wasn't doing much gardening but watching Erik do it instead. If he bent down to dig or put flowers in he might throw up so he decided to just pass the flowers slowly to Erik as the guitarist planted them. Soon, the boys had finished and Erik was filthy with soil caked to his fingernails and his clothes. Hjalmar yawned and then turned to see Tom smiling and nodding.
"Alright, boys. Back inside. Not a bad job considering you two pissheads aren't gardeners. Robert should be pleased."
Shooting a sly wink to Erik, Tom disappeared back inside the hotel to read his paper and steer clear of anymore band craziness. Hjalmar and Erik walked back inside needing some rest.