Bees in Love
Christopher Loureiro
Beneath a buried bundle of bigheaded blame, Bobby Bee began to believe that his boring being was bounded to burst. Burst all because of bubbling emotion that beguiled the bagging of whatever came before the abrupt beginning of his now baffling bond. Beforehand, Bobby became bundled and buried with his unbroken buzzing about, obliging and binding to nobody but ambiguous buddies of make-believe. But a blessing befell before Bobby had the chance to become too bitter and hard-bitten to befriend even the most bloodcurdling of his fellow bumble bees – a British beauty baptized Betty Bee.
Bobby and Betty’s befuddling bond had a bit of a bizarre beginning, all because Betty and Bobby barely bantered. All but briefly they would bother with base behavior, boycotting the banal boringness in favor for brilliance; for brilliance is what the boy believed the blonde, blue-eyed, British Betty Bee to be. But there were blunders to bruise and bog-down the bond. Bobby was boneheaded and bashful, and never blatantly told Betty his bona fide feelings, always backing or blanking out when the best moment began. But to make things worse, Betty, as branded beforehand, belonged to a British birthplace, and Bobby…well Bobby was broke, and, again, bashful. Even if he managed to break out of being broke and buy a ticket to go on break to Britain, Bobby wouldn’t because of his biggest fear: that he was a block of burnt wood while Betty was a beautiful, bronze bust.
But even worse than the bronze bust excuse Bobby built to believe was the biggest and best, yet bleakest and bothersome, truth of them all – Bobby…Bobby began to get butterflies being around Betty. A bee, a bee with butterflies? A bee in…no, boulder-dash! Bobby was a bee, after all, built to buzz and keep busy with a bug’s usual brick-a-brack. Bees boycotted and banned this sort of belief, these sort of butterflies, as to not bother themselves with broken hearts due to other blonde bees. But the butterflies Bobby began feeling were there indeed, and by-and-by he began to sink well below-par, bringing berries instead of pollen and bonking into other bees, brooding over Betty and his butterflies. To have been a beneficial busy bee before and now to be a bee bemoaning because of a beauty beyond belief, all because of butterflies. All because of Betty.
So, beleaguered and beset with those bugging butterflies, Bobby broke down, gathered a bevy of blank notes, and beseeched Betty with another blunder to prevent further bruises from his butterflies.
Bobby wrote:
Beloved Betty,
Lest you believe me a big, barren bee, I believe these messages will be our last.
Best Wishes,
Bobby
Before you fall behind, I must boast that Bobby and Betty broke down and wrote letters biweekly, back and forth, so before you know it Betty had written back:
Bobby,
Before you burn my letters and before you break away, let me beseech you for a beneficial reason why you’ve blocked and bricked me away.
Bothered,
Betty
Bobby replied abruptly:
Beautiful Betty,
Because you’re better.
Breaking,
Bobby
Betty briefly wrote back:
Bobby,
Better?
Bewildered,
Betty
Bobby barely replied:
Brilliant Betty,
Better than me, a bumbling bee.
Bursting With Love,
Bobby
Bobby breathlessly waited for Betty’s brand name bark, waited for Betty to bust Bobby for being so brainless. The butterflies subsiding, Bobby kept busy by burying himself beneath bundles of her letters, believing that Betty’s biweekly lay, too, buried beneath bundles of other bee’s letters, but born for him. Betty was bound to burn Bobby badly, bound to belay the bizarre bee with a letter begging Bobby to ban such thoughts. Betty believed in Bobby and Bobby knew that they always beat around the bush and that Betty too was burdened with butterflies like Bobby. Better for Bobby to beat her to bare his butterflies before she bore hers, and he reveled in his boisterous butterflies – to be a bee, and to be bound with a bond to a beautiful British beauty! Betty will write, he believed, “You’re a babbling buffoon believing that,” for that was Betty – beautiful and brilliant and most importantly, Bobby’s.
But when Betty’s bouncing message arrived before Bobby’s bumbling being, he bode never to beam over it. Instead, he brandished a box in which he buried Betty’s letters, much like how Bobby buried himself, never reading Betty’s final boastful message. Bobby didn’t believe he had to – after all, why burst a bee’s belief in love?
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