A/N: Written as a late birthday present for Summerthyme Record. Enjoy!
Pressing Roses
She wondered if she should start pressing the roses and keeping them in a scrapbook or something. It seemed a shame to let them wilt away, even if he would always give her new ones later. And maybe she should write down all the excuses he gives when he hands them to her as well. That way she can show them the next time around.
But she doesn't. That would be like breaking tradition or something. She's sure when he's ready to come out and admit it or when she realises she's reading too much into things it'll change anyway. Come together or fall apart. It's okay to be not quite there till then, she supposed. Like aiming for that fifth ribbon and the Ribbon Cup.
A girl's heart, a guy's heart – that was a prize in its own sense too, right?