Flower
470 Words
"So what do you plan to do?" I ask.
He smiles at me. "I want you, to be the one to give the flowers to Jenny once she enters."
F-Flower? I also want to receive a flower from you, but you want to give it to Jenny. Not me.
Rather you want me to be the one to give the flower. How can you be so mean?
"Do I look like a flower girl to you?" I ask, but I want to shout and kick him to take out on him all my frustration and anger.
Why her?! How come you are willing to give her a flower, while me...
I am... just... a flower girl...
"Of course not. You are my beautiful, lovely---"
My heart skips a beat as I felt glad, but felt like fell on the lowest ground on his next words.
"-- and best of all the best, best friend."
It would be great if you just erase the last word.
I close my eyes.
I need to accept the reality. "What's the flower for anyway?"
"Is that even a question?" He frowns. "Oh yeah, what flower would a woman like? If it was you, what would you like?"
'I like you.' I seriously want to say these words but that was not right. I'm just a best friend, remember?
"Roses," I answer.
Maybe if there is an award for the most martyr, I will be one of the people who will receive it. Answering this, knowing he will buy it, and give it to someone else.
"Roses... I see. Next week remember, Oh yeah. You need to wear the most beautiful dress that day."
Beautiful dress? "And why?"
"So that Jenny won't be scared of you--- Ouch! Ouch!" He then grabs both my wrists. "You really are being too much of a brutal. Are you really a girl? I mean, of course, you are. You going to help me next week after all." He then put my hand near his face as he looks at me intently.
My heart started to pound really hard, as I felt that his eyes suck me in.
Jared, stop looking at me that way...
You make me fall in love with you more and more.
"Promise me Riz, you will come next week."
And like a person been hypnotized. I nod my head.
He smiles at me then gives me a peck on my cheeks, after that, he waves goodbye.
As for me, I feel like in cloud nine.
H-he kisses me.
I can still feel the warm and soft lips that just leave my face.
I can't help but smile.
I look at his back that is leaving.
I really love this guy.
If what makes him happy is being with Jenny, helping him might be worth it.
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