Apart- Miniminter FF

Chapter 2

The painting were as if I took a photo that night. There was nothing better than coming home that night to see those two roses sitting there. It was so simple and ever since that night it had be something special between us. Any occasion bigger than a normal day I ended up with two roses tied together with a corny note and red ribbon. It was something intimate between us. A memory I cherished and I knew he did as well.

That painting was the first one I shared on Instagram. "You always deserve more than one rose". I wanted so bad to tag him but I couldn't find the courage to do so. Instead, I put the location of the photo as "traditions est. 20/9/2012" and shared it on twitter.

As weird as it may sound, I save all the roses and their tags. I have a shoe box full. Every accomplishment I made from the moment I last spoke to him I waited for the roses to appear on my porch. They didn't and I wondered if he had them saved until I came to my senses. Or maybe he didn't even know of what I was accomplishing so no roses were deserved.

The decaying roses were like our friendship. He would have done anything for me. I pushed him away and let the friendship decay just like I let the roses do. After I posted the photo on Instagram I texted Josh, most people know him as Zerkaa.

I tried for months to push all of them away. It was hurting more than helping. So one by one I started talking to all of Simon's friends again, the friend whom had once been mine as well. Simon was still the one boy I couldn't talk to.

Rosie: Joshy.

Josh: Ashie.

Rosie: You know what my last Instagram post is about right?

Josh: Simon.

Josh: And yes he saw the post.

Rosie: Why can't I just freaking talk to him?

Josh: Because you LOOOVVVEEEE HIIMMM.

Rosie: Fuck you. I do not love him.

The texting stopped after that. I'm assuming he went off to film a video or Simon walked in. Either way, Simon knew I was thinking about him. Maybe, he was thinking about me too. If he was, why couldn't he just message me first? I mean he did try and I did ignore him for that first month but at this point it had been 10 months.

Everything going on that day was too much and I ended up passing out on the couch. I woke up to my phone going off about some work issue. Let's just say I wasn't too found with following rules and posting my work on Instagram before it being sold or put in a gallery was off limits. It was mine though, and all their complaining was something that I didn't want to deal with.

After "Rosie's Roses" became a big hit on Instagram. People fell in love instantly. My boss called me into her office for a talk about the inspiration. "Rosie where did you pull this work from? You have been slacking lately and then this happens."

"Let's just say, I fell in love with my best friend when I moved back here. He's a big youtuber and I pushed him away. Now I want nothing more than to have him back." I was trying as hard as I could to avoid eye contact with her.

"People love it. How about you pull more work out like this and we turn this into an exhibit at the gallery." She raised her hands and did that "name in lights" motion. "Wait who may I ask is this person?"

"Let's just call him Mini." I looked at her as she did the "name in lights" motion again. "Mini Rose" She thought to herself and instantly got excited. "Have it ready by next week, you may go and get to work." BY the end of the week I had all the Simon inspired works done.

When one year approached the "Mini Rose" exhibit had been taken down and put away in a closet in my apartment. There were offers for the collection. There was no way that anyone but Simon would ever get a hold of this work. I don't care how much money was put on the line. It was too meaningful for some random to take my life from me. These paintings were all I had for encouragement.