One Last Rose

Chapter 4 - The First Rose

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Keith's pov:

I sighed as I walked out of school, Damon became sick at school and went home. I felt kinda lonely without him, since his presence had always been me.

As I left the school a girl started walking next to me and I glanced at her. "Hey Keith." She said cheerful. I only recognized her face and knew her name started with an R.

"Uh, hey..." I said questioning. "Riley." She said qith a giggle. I didn't like her voice, it was high and fake and she wouldn't stop talking.

"So Mandy and I were totally checking you out last time. You've changed a lot since last year! Have you been working out?" She said grabbing my arm.

I was confused. I stared blankly at her. Was this a joke? Had she become crazy? I didn't know and I didn't care. I wished she left me alone.

"You're not much of a talker, are you? That doesn't matter. You can listen to me." She said and giggled again. God it was annoying.

She continued rambling until our ways parted. I haven't said one word to her, yet she screamed: "It was fun talking to you! See you tomorrow!"

I came home with a frown of confusion on my face. "Hey honey, how was school?" She asked sitting on the couch. "Boring." I answered.

"Why are you frowning?" She said with a smile. I smiled too, after all it was a bit funny, wasn't it.

"Damon was sick so that was boring and when I walked home a girl I barely know called Riley started talking to me. It was weird." I told her. She let out a laugh.

"Girls aren't weird, honey." "I know, but she was, mom." I said. She shook her head at me. I went to the kitchen and got myself something to drink before sitting next to my mom.

"Maybe she liked you." She said serious. I choked and coughed. "Mom, seriously, ewho would like me." I said staring at her in disbelief.

She shrugged. "Who wouldn't." I could list a whole bunch of names of people who did not like me.

"Whatever mom, I'm not interested anyways." I said and I finished my drink before she could come up with more idiotic ideas.

Damon's pov:

I felt bad for leaving Keith behind at school today. But I felt miserable. My head was aching and spinning, and when the letters of the words started turning, I decided to go home.

I laid in bed with my eyes closed. All I could think about was Keith and the sad look he gave me when I left. Poor Keith, I knew he hated to be alone.

Keith, the tingles I felt made me cringe. How could it be I hated and loved this feeling at the same time? I was longing to be near him again and that when I saw him only a few hours ago.

I sighed, desperate to know what to do. Inside of me there was a fight. Would I let go and accept my feelings? Or would I hide them, hoping they would go away.

He would never find out, rigt? Nobody would, I pretend to have a girlfriend, so they would not assume such thing, right? But why would I let go? He did not feel the same, did he?

I sighed, how would I know what he felt. We never talked about such thing and I knew he wouldn't tell me if there was just a single chance he felt something like this for me.