Jake knocked on Red's apartment door with his right hand while his left hand shook slightly out of nervousness. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous. After all, he and Red had been friends for months, and going on walks on trails surrounded by beautiful examples of nature were nothing out of the ordinary for them to do. However, there was something that seemed different. Things change when you begin to see each other as more than friends. And to top it all off, it was Valentine's Day.
Jake looked down at the lone violet that he held in his left hand. He was pretty sure that he remembered Red offhandedly mentioning very early in their friendship that violets were her favorite flower. Jake felt bad that the lone violet was all that he had gotten her, but in all honesty, it was all he could afford. At the moment he was "between jobs" and had been for quite some time, and money was beginning to run thin.
After a wait that seemed to have spanned an eternity in Jake's mind, the door opened, revealing a beautiful looking Red. Despite wearing a brown coat to keep her warm in the cold temperature that had become the norm that winter, Jake could still see a colorful dress that was an emerald shade peaking out where the coat ended. Red smiled, and Jake couldn't help but smile too, because Red's smile was one of those infectious smiles. She looked like an absolute and utter goddess to him. Once Jake got over his awestruckness, Jake leaned forward and kissed Red's cheek.
"I got you this," he told her, holding out the violet to her. "I know it's not much, but I remembered you saying that you like violets, and-"
"It's beautiful," Red interrupted him, taking the flower from him and placing it behind her ear. "Adds a pop of color and a hint of happiness, don't you think?"
Jake nodded. "It makes your eyes stand out."
She held her hand out to him. "Well?" she asked him. "Shall we go?" Jake nodded again, taking her hand with a smile.
As they walked, they talked about everything and anything, from film to art to television (which neither watched much of, but it was something to chat about) to books to their favorite albums (his favorite album was Nirvana's Nevermind, while hers was Panic! at the Disco's Pretty. Odd.). While Red passionately spoke of Looking for Alaska by John Green, Jake leaned over and kissed her cheek. He wasn't sure what compelled him to; it just felt right.
Red smiled, stopped talking for a moment and kissed his lips. Her lips were very soft and tasted of pure happiness. He wasn't sure what had compelled her to, but it felt right.
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Colors
Romance"She was bursting with colors, like a rainbow. Her hair was red, her eyes were violet, her shirt was yellow, her skirt was orange, her bag was green, and her shoes were blue. She was like a walking, talking rainbow."
