His Sister's Babysitter (✓)

Chapter 11: Roses

It was nearly 9pm when Cohen dropped me home, and I was welcomed by two bright grins.

One was my mother, another one was Shelley.

Why would Shelley come? She knew I was going to Disneyland with Cohen and Amelia.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Shelley.

She shrugged. "Hanging out with Michelle."

Yes. Shelley was really closed to my mother and she called her by her first name, Michelle.

Her gaze was fixed on the bouquet of roses Cohen bought me, "So, roses, what happened? Tell me everything!" She was excited.

"Cohen bought these." I said placing the flowers on the kitchen table.

My mother emerged with a vase and she sounded really surprised, "Cohen bought you these?"

I nodded, "Yeah, but there's nothing between us." I quickly made a clarification before they could jump into a conclusion. "He was just helping the lady buying some flowers from her."

"I don't think so." Shelley shook her head.

"What do you know?"

"These are roses! Red fucking roses."

"What about it?"

My mom was putting the roses into the vase while saying, "Honey, sweetheart, do you know there's different meaning behind every color of roses? And different number of roses he bought you, has different meaning as well."

Shelley's grin became wider, "How many roses he got you?"

"Six." I counted and said.

Shelley took out her phone and Googled. "Let's see, one means 'love at first sight', two roses mean mutual..."

"Shelley, just skip to six..." My mom cut her off.

"Okay, six means, the need to be loved and cherished." Shelley looked at her phone and said.

My mom smiled, "Oh, that's so sweet of him."

"Mom, I'm sure that's not what he means."

"How do you know? Maybe he is..." Shelley was still looking at her phone.

"Okay," I cleared my throat, "There's no meaning behind this bouquet of roses, I can assure you, there's no way Cohen will feel that way about me."

"You don't know that, honey..." Apparently my mother also thought that there's some reasons Cohen bought me the flowers.

"What if he really..." I didn't know what Shelley was talking about because I interrupted her.

I covered my ears with both of my hands. "Nope, nope, not listening, I am going to take a bath and go to bed, I am so tired."

I left the kitchen and went upstairs to my room, but I still can hear Shelley's screeching behind me, "Yeah, I will keep on hanging out with your mom down here. For your information, I am staying here tonight, I personally really looking forward to some girls talk later, so your plan about getting sleep, that's not gonna happen."

-

After I got out from my quick shower, I saw Shelley was making an extra bed.

"Where the hell did you get that?" I looked at the extra bed and asked.

"Your mom said I can take it from the guest room, and she has gone to bed already."

"Yeah I know. She has morning shift tomorrow."