It all started with a rose

Thursday

Thursday Lena found a blue rose resting in her locker, and imediately a smile flourished across her face. She had spent a good portion of last night leafing through Kara's report, memorising all that was relevant, and some that isn't. She's almost certain that diferent pettal design's will help her further on in life.

Lena knew that blue roses dont naturally exist. They were originaly white dyed blue, till genetic enginering was advanced enough. Yet if you buy a blue rose it was most likely still dyed. Blue was unattainable and imposible, fitting considering the trouble it is to find one.

She shuffled her unwanted text books into her locker, being mindfull of the new flower resting in there. Carefully she ran her fingers over the petals, feeling the soft silk like texture of the petals, a small smile graced her face as she did so. Closing her locker she waltzed off to class, with a slight but un-noticable spring in her step.

Considering how badly Lena was waiting she got the note later in the day, it was passing suprisingly quickly, before she knew it the day had ended and she was standing before her locker. An envelope resting against the rose now sitting in there. Placing both into her bag, sheheaded to her car. Half-way home she started to feel a bit peckish and decided to stop at a bakery to buy a pie and a large cup of coffee. Pulling the note out once seated, she began to read.

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Lena,

Blue is for the unattainable. That's what you are to me.

I wish I could get ahold of you. But you are ontop of a mountain, where as I am standing at the base longing to be even given a chance to glimpse at you. Never mind you having a boyfreind, cause even if you were single, you would still never look at me the way I look at you. I want to run my fingers through your dark hair, slide my fingers over your tattoos, to be able to stare at you without having to make excuses. To be able to hold your hand. To be able to stand near you.

But no matter how much I hope, how much I wish, and how much I dream. None of this will ever happen, because you will forever be standing at the top of that mountain. But know I will never stop trying to reach you.

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Coffee cup crushed between her fingers, the small amount of caffeine left inside running out of the holes in the peirced cup. What? What the hell could they possibly be thinking? Unattainable? What sort of crap are they going on about?

If they just came out and told Lena all of this she would willingly be their's. Tossing the ruined cup away and shaking the dropletes of spilled coffee off her fingers, Lena left the bakery fuming. Like, how could they even think that? No one had ever shown this much care towards her. Yeah, she knows that James loves her that was damned obvious. But he's never gone out of his way to do something like this for her. She only wished he would.

One hand slammed against the steering wheel as Lena drove around. Frustration coursed through her. If they watched her like they said, didn't they know what they were doing to her. Pausing as she came across a red light, Lena lent her head back against the head rest. How the hell did this become so emotionly overwhelming?