Apart

Roses

October 1st
Emma
"Happy Meetiversary" Alice dmed me.
"That's a new one" I replied.
"Hmm.... WELL BITCH I CANT BELIEVE I MET YOU A YEAR AGO!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!!1!!11!"
"Worst year of my life" I smiled. "Jk. It was the best, thanks to you"
"Aww mayun"
"Did I make you cry yet"
"Damnit, Emma. Ya kinda. My eyes are getting soggy"
"LMAO WHAT SOGGY EYES HahhahjajwknsnsiiwiqijjqmkkqkikwkqwmKkakwkkwkak&£¥¥aK&£&£&-&-&&1&£&£JAJQJQJWJkWkaj1jajjajjajjajj2kjajj"
"I meant watery BUT LMAO"
"Sureeeee.................. anyways, did you buy me flowers? ;)"
"I'm not your boyfriend"
"But it's our Meetiversary"
"Yeah"
"Ask ya boi Luke for some flowers"
"BISH"
"Give me his number I'll tell him your
request"
"HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA NAWWWW"
"Please"
"Nope"
"I guess I'll just have to do it the hard way..." She left the dm before I could reply.

***

Later
Alice
I don't know how but Clare got the phone number. I texted him. "Heyyy ya know Emma's friend Alice?"
He replied after a few minutes. "The one that she tells me keeps her from doing things that could hurt her? That saves her from crying herself to sleep every night? Yeah, I know her"
I slouched down, reading it over and over again. Emma hadn't told me this. I keep her from cutting. No, no, how?
"Tell me more"
"She said she met you on October 1st, 2015 at exactly 10:18 am her time or 7:18 pm your time. You reached 700 followers on something and she said congrats to you. Then later that day she dmed you about something, she didn't tell me what. She says you saved her life by just being there for her and that she's glad she met you"
Oh my god. I thought. I wiped my nose and texted, "Well, she wants flowers, just a heads up. Red roses are her favorite"
"Ok, and how do you know?"
"Her favorite color is red and she's told me her favorite flower is the rose"
"Well, thanks for the heads up. I gtg"

***

October 2nd
Emma
It is around eight am and I'm lying in bed when I hear a knock at the door. Mom isn't home she's trying to get a job.
Knock knock. It repeats. I sigh and fall out of bed, hair messy and pjs, or a sports bra and long, fuzzy pants, still on.
I walk to the door, forgetting my appearance. I opened the door to see Luke standing there.
I jump back and gasp in embarrassment. I grabbed a giant flannel from a nearby chair and flung it on before turning back around to talk to him.
His cheeks were bright pink and he held a red rose in his hand. He cleared his throat. "Erm, I got these for you. Thank your friend Alice"
I glanced around to make sure the house wasn't too messy. It was actually cleaner than usual, which isn't that clean, but I invited him in anyways. "Come in."
He stepped inside, looking around. "Nice little place."
Silence.
"Oh." He handed me the rose. "Here."
"Sorry for me looking so bad." I told him.
"Don't worry." He leaned closer. "Nice abs by the way.
I fake gasped and swatted him. "Hey!"
"Sorry." He smiled at me. I hadn't noticed, but Luke had taken a seat at the small wooden table. He grabbed my hand and plopped me down on his lap.
I turned to face him. "What was that fo-" My words were cut off my his lips colliding with mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, wrapping my hands around his neck. We broke apart to catch our breath for s second and went back to kissing. This went on for about thirty seconds until I heard someone clear their throat.
I jumped, surprised, and looked up. Mom stood firmly in the doorway, eyebrows knitted together.
I felt Luke's hand on my waist, maybe a bit below. He spoke. "Hello, Mrs. Price."
"Hello, Luke. Treating my daughter right? There will be no sex, I should you know. Not until she is in collage at the least."
My cheeks burned. "M-mom! Your embarrassing me!"
"Don't worry." Luke whispered. Louder, he said, "Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it at the moment."
"Good."
"Well, I should be going." He kissed my forehead, nodded at mom, and walked out the door.
I stared after him for a few seconds before hopping back until reality.
"That was a fine 'welcome home' now was it?" Mom commented.
"I- he just stopped by to give me a rose." I held it up.
"Well that's mighty sweet. How long were you like that?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know, making out?!"
"Mom!"
"Well, I want a honest answer." She shook her head.
"I don't know, like a thirty seconds?" I sighed.
"Quite the flirt, ain't he?"
"Yep..."
"I like that boy but I don't want you doing any more than what you just did, you hear me?" She looked me in the eye.
"For how long?"
"Your first boyfriend, I don't think he'll last long enough to do more."
"If he does?"
"Oh, when your a senior."
"Ok... And he will last, don't worry." I met her eyes.
"Whatever you say, dear."