Author's note: This story has been in the works for a loooong time. I originally started right after I finished "A Child Of The Street" and it was meant to be a sequel, then it took on many different shapes and forms until finally landing on this many months later. This is the very first actual piece of post musical I have written so this will be different. Also plan on this referencing my other stories a whole lot, but I'll try to make it so you don't have to have read them. The reason is because I think this may be the last story of mine so I want it to be special. God only knows though. An important thing to know is that all my stories take place in the same universe. This will as well. All of this will be original straight from my own brain. Shout out to somegirlwrites for proofreading my material and for just being awesome in general. And you all know this already but I don't own Little Shop Of Horrors.

Prologue

"Don't you be frightened, don't be afraid. If we see tomorrow, we've got it made."

Audrey had been many things in her lifetime. In her teenage years she had been a waitress at a Skid Row diner. She'd been a shop hand in more places than just Mushnik's, and often more than one shop at a time. She was the arrangement consultant at Mushnik's florist, and a good one at that. And of course she had once been a dancer of sorts. As for Seymour he had only been two things in his life. An orphan and then a shop hand.

Although he had been few things he had been called many things. When she was still alive his mother had called him "Sweetheart", but he went on to being called just "Krelborn" for the next 24 years. More often than not he was just "Krelborn", enough to the point that as a child he just assumed that was his name. Mr. Mushnik had called him a number of names like "slob" and "klutz". Those who didn't know him called him "kid". All these were nicer than the things he called himself. Up until Audrey came into his life no one had ever called him "friend".

Audrey went by many names as well. Most recent were "Slut", "dizzy cow", and "scatterbrain". Her mother had called her "Audrey Mae" when she wasn't called "whiner". Her father wasn't around to call her anything at all. She was "pipsqueak" as a child on the playground, perhaps the most innocent of her nicknames in school. But Seymour was the one who called her what she wanted to be called, and that was just "Audrey". And to her he was never "Krelborn" but always "Seymour". That was the magical thing about leaving the city. They could be Audrey and Seymour.

It was November 28 1964 when Mushnik's florist came crashing down on the famous Audrey ii. Just after midnight on November 29 they left on the train, also the day they went from an idea to actually settling on a location. November 30 was the day they got their marriage license and December 1 was the day they got married. She was his December bride. As for the beginning of December itself it was a great blur of jumbled events from finding a house, to moving what little they did have there, to adding to that, and then finally calling it a home. The year had been unnaturally warm and it wasn't until after they moved in that their lawn lost the magic hue Audrey so often fawned over. But unlike many things in her life, she knew this would come back.

Audrey and Seymour had been friends for a very long time, this is true. However, their romantic relationship from the time between their first kiss and when they decided to elope lasted a total of nine days. There was much still to learn about each other.

For instance they learned that while they both are willing to wait for the cookies to bake, eating the dough was much better. They learned that they both liked movies but they liked staying home to read books more. Seymour learned that Audrey liked to take a long time in the bathroom in the morning, and he would have to plan ahead if he wanted it. After seeing Audrey's perfect hair for so long he learned what a hassle rollers and hairspray actually were. He learned how long makeup took and how much effort goes in. He also learned that even when Audrey did neither of these things she was still just as beautiful to him. They learned they both could cook, but neither were good at it.

Audrey learned that when Seymour made a mistake he would often hide it instead of confessing. It took him a while to get over this and understand that Audrey was his wife and not his boss. She would understand. Audrey learned that she didn't have to apologize for every little thing that she had no control over. She knew Seymour wouldn't hurt her but this had become a lifelong habit. Seymour learned that when Audrey was having a nightmare the best thing to do was to wake her and hold her. Audrey learned that for Seymour if you'd wake him and sing or talk he'd calm down. Unfortunately this fell into a routine, for they each had many. They learned that if one of them calls the other "sweetie", "honey", or "darling" it was rare they would get an answer, having never been called those before. They also learned this could be gotten over. Seymour learned what Audrey's laugh sounded like. Working in the shop on Skid Row mirth was scarce and he had only heard it under very necessary occasions. But now she laughed often. Audrey learned how much she truly loved seeing Seymour smile.

They learned that outside of Manhattan hardly anyone had heard about the famous Audrey ii after the publicity fell through. They learned this way they could each truly be Audrey and Seymour.