A small rose.

Roses are Red. Never purple.

Red roses are often known for the meaning of love. Purple are often the meaning of love at first sight. So what's the difference if they both mean love. But...what if it switched colors. Red means love at first sight...purple just means love.
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Reddooons POV<3:

This whole week has been insane... I've almost been caught so many times..and I only have what? 6 pictures...god im insane. Ash you have to get out of my head! I can't keep doing this...how- why am I so attached? I cry when you leave me...god I'm just pathetic. Why do I do this? I'm not in love right? I mean...I wouldn't mind being with hi- no. He's aromantic...it wouldn't work out anyways..but. Maybe? No. No stop thinking red. It's fine...you're just...you're just in need of friends and you don't want to lose him! Yeah...that's what.

"Ash! Stop! That's not how you-" and he's failed again. No wonder he sucks at math. Whatever that's why I'm helping. Like a good friend  am! I hope he tells me he enjoyed this again...that made me happy last time. I don't know why..

"Then how do you do it? Oh- I'm dumb like this?" Good! He did it! But what am i even gaining out of this? Just seeing him...having photos of him. I need to stop. But I can't...I've gotten addicted to him in a fucking week. I mean. If he even slightly touches me I feel like crying- am I just touch starved?

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3rd POV:

Red sighs.
"I'll be back.." he gets up.
"Be quick! I still don't understand this- like it makes no sense!" Ash says as he groans.

"Yeah yeah whatever." Red walks to the bathroom and stares at his reflection. How does one change? He's never liked anyone...but as soon as he heard his voice...he fell. It's not fair really..he's a purple rose. Ash might just be a golden one. A true friendship...but what if it wasn't a friendship? Just a relationship.

"Damit." He mumbled as he washed his face with his hands. (Guys who knew! You can wash your face with your hands!)

"Ash. I love you.."

"I don't love you."

He shivers at the thought. Why was he like this? Always doubting himself. But he can't help it...why would he be in love with some who can't love? It was a pathetic want. But he was pathetic so it's a match. And plus Ash is way out of his league!.... Maybe? God he's obsessed. He makes the feeling of it. He feels empty without Ash...but he feels to full with him. Does that even make sense?

"Red? Are you done?"
His voice was soft. He can sense stress. It's like a super power for him. Ash is a hero. At least reds hero. A hero with problems...yeah.

"Oh yeah sorry...got lost in thought."
He said as he came out.

"Want to talk about it?"

"..."

"Yes. I do. It's about you! I can't keep my mind away I-"

"Not really.."
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The weekend.

He told Ash he couldn't hang out. He never said why. But he said no. It made Ash kinda confused but he didn't give to shits and went to hang out with spoke. Normal Ash behavior. But while Ash was with Spoke Red was sitting in bed. Just thinking. Why is he like this? Why does he like him? Who is he- how did it come this way? Is he not aroce? Just asexual? Why change? Why change now? Is it because of Ash? He's never loved anyone. Why was he so obsessed with the feeling? Why can't he just be normal? I mean even if ash wasn't aromantic he wouldn't be gay.

"I wish you were a girl.."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

He wished he was a girl. So it wouldn't be weird. He felt weird. He hated this feeling but loved it at the same time.

He sighed as he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote his feelings.
"Dear diary. Am I even normal? Am I supposed to be like this? I mean. I'm not gay? But I am? I don't know. Ash is- I'm weird. Ash is like a goddess..."

After he was done. He wrote for about a hour...he threw it away. That's what he did. He would throw them away. That's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine! He doesn't love Ash. He wouldn't love Ash. He can't love Ash. He can't. Right? He doesn't know. He's pathetic. Pathetic people are stupid, and dumb, and just pathetic! He's pathetic. He's pathetic for loving him. He shouldn't. He can't. He won't. He won't love Ash.

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Messages.

"Ash? Can we talk."

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"I'm going through a hard time right now.."

"Oh. Want to talk or smth?"

"Yeah.."
"I like this guy in my class but I don't know how- or even why..I mean I'm supposed to be aroce. How can I even love? I've grown so attached to him...am I weird? I don't know. I feel like I need to be fixed."
Read 3:47 am.

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Irl

I messed up. I shouldn't have said that. Why did I even tell him? Stupid need to dumb! He probably thinks I'm weird now. What if he tells the whole school? What if-

"I'm sorry. I can't respond but I'm coming over tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Why...Why would he care for me? What did I do to make him care? I'm just a pathetic human being. Am I even human? I can't feel love but when I met Ash I feel weird. The weird feeling people call love.

He doesn't want to feel love.

It pricks his skin. Like thorns on a rose bush. A red rose bush. Something Ash wouldn't be. He wants him to be the red rose he longs for. But on reality. It's impossible. A red rose. Is impossible.

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END.

This was really fun! AND I DID 1,000 WORDS >< also i showed this to like my discord server and someone said its a bit fast paste. And sorry if it feels like that it's kinda supposed to feel like a diary entry if you know what i mean. Like a vent book. Yelling all thoughts at once. I mean I'd know! Anyway hope you enjoyed!

-goaty.