CONNIE P.O.V.
I enter Steven's house through his screen door abruptly. "Steven! Sorry I'm late, my mom made me stay home and finish my homework. Ugh, she's just been so annoying lately." I go on for a few minutes, and he just watches me without as much of a changed expression to when I first came in. His face shows no emotion. I finish complaining about my mother.
Steven raises an eyebrow.
The left corner of his mouth raises slightly.
"Hello, Connie." He says while standing up off of his couch. "C'mon, we need a better place to talk"
He takes my hand at which I blush. He leads me to the warp-pad. We arrive at a place covered in spiny moss. It is dark and eerie in a way. Steven lets go of my hand and walks over to the moss, his face pained. He stops at the edge of the pond on which it grows. I follow him and when I reach him I reach for a rose-colored flower on the moss. I stop. Oh, no. Rose. Steven's mom. "Steven..." He looks up to pull my hand away from the moss, which has started to grow up towards me.
"Make sure not to touch this stuff," he says with a smile. "But in a case that it does, bring it up to that cliff, which is where we're going."
He takes me to the top of the hill. We sit. We can see all of beach city from here.
"Steven, I'm sorry, I forgot about-"
He takes my hand again.
"It's okay. I'm not mad, but you need to understand, your mom loves you and wants the best for you, even though it can sometimes can be annoying. You need to be thankful for her, because one day, things will change. You'll go off to college, and you'll barely ever get to see her again. And after that, one day she'll die. It comes with time. One day you'll die, too. What you, and most people in general, need to do is make the most of the time you have."
Tears fall from my face into the grass. "Wow..." I am lost for words.
He looks at me sympathetically and gives me a tight hug.
I chuckle. "That was pretty deep just for some complaints about my mom..."
He laughs, too. "Yeah," He looks at the sunset with misty eyes. A tear falls from his cheek and lands in the grass.
A pink flower grows.