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XII. white roses

*long chapter*

blondiefvck: hey Mikey

dyednirvana: oh good you're awake. I'm coming over. dress nice.

blondiefvck: why? I am not stripping for you.

dyednirvana: no no no. just dress nice. like a dress or something. just not the usual black skinny jeans and football jersey.

blondiefvck: fine.

dyednirvana: you have 2 hours to get ready.

blondiefvck: okay, fine. but no less.

dyednirvana: see you later babe

[MICHAEL'S POV]

I got dressed in a suit. it felt different than skinny jeans and band tees.

I fixed up my hair, which was now black with slight streaks of color.

I put on my converse. I know, a fancy suit but converse? converse.

I went out to the floral shop before going to the card store.

I got her favorite flowers, white roses, and paid. I also got a fake one that looks identical.

I drove to the card store and got a really cheesy card.

it had a penguin holding a heart that says "a love like ours is rare" and on the inside it says "I love you"

I'm planning on writing "I will stop loving you when the last flower dies. be mine?" in side.

I pulled over and wrote in the card.

I closed it inside of the envelope

I drove to her apartment and set up the flowers in a bouquet. I tied a black ribbon around it and made sure everything was perfect.

[CHARLIE'S POV]

I found my red dress from prom (top/side).

it's short but has gemstones on the torso.

I really like it.

I put on my all black vans along with it.

I curled my brown hair and pinned back my bangs to the side.

I put black eyeliner on my lids and put mascara on. I put a little concealer on and finished with a powder.

I put lotion on my legs to make them look semi okay.

once I was pleased with my looks, I plopped on my couch.

I took out my phone from my purse I got in the U.S.. it's black with BOSTON written in blue print and it's an over the shoulder bag.

blondiefvck: where the fuck you at boi

dyednirvana: I'm here. come to your door.

I walked to the door that leads to the hallways of my apartment building.

there stood Michael Clifford, roses in one hand, an envelope in the other.

"you look so beautiful" he complimented instantly making me blush.

"you look good too." I said back. he gave me the roses and I smiled.

"you can come in. is there a reason we dressed up?" I asked.

we both walked to the kitchen and I put the flowers in a vase.

"we're going out. also, here." he said handing me the envelope.