When I first got the idea for this, it was only going to be a oneshot. But after a bit of thinking, I decided to make it a three-shot! Oh, and before I forget: green roses have no real meaning, blue roses have no real meaning, and purple roses don't mean surprise. I just needed flowers that meant those things, and when I couldn't find them, I made them up. Anyway, enjoy Roses.

Roses

This was just getting weird.

Someone had been leaving me flowers everywhere for the last week and a half. They were always roses. How did I know the roses were for me? On every flower was a small note with the meaning and my name. Like I said, this was getting weird.

I had gotten a bit fed up with not knowing who was leaving the flowers, so one day I decided to set a trap. I knew that whoever was leaving them always knew where I would be, so I let it slip to a few of my friends that I was headed to the park at five that afternoon. After school, I told my mom I was going to the park. It was about four-fifty when I finally got there.

I was going to hide in huge tree by the fountain, but once I had climbed up I realized the flower-leaver had gotten there before me. A pretty green rose was wedged in between two branches, and I saw a bright white card tied to it. I picked it up and read the card, my anger growing slightly.

Green Rose: Luck. Better luck next time Melanie.

"Why you stupid–" I began before I was cut off by my cell phone ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and hit the green answer button.

"Did you catch him?" Bree Davenport's voice came from the tiny speaker.

"No," I sighed. "He knew what I was planning. There was another rose left for me where I was going to hide."

"Ooh, what rose was it and what did it say?"

"It was a green rose," I explained, twirling the flower around my fingers. "The card said 'Better luck next time Melanie.'"

"Hey, I have an idea. What if you left him a rose and told him that if he doesn't reveal his identity, you'll throw away all the roses?" Bree suggested.

I thought it over. "Hmm, that might actually work. Thanks Bree."

"Any time," she said. "Tell me how it works out!"

After I hung up, I grinned. I already knew what rose I was going to use.

The next day at school, right before seventh period, I set a soft blue rose on top of my locker. It was the only rose I could find that would match the message I was trying to send the secret admirer. Ugh, I didn't really like secret admirers. They were just stalkers with stationary –or in this case, roses. But I guess I had to admit that it was a bit sweet that he was going out of his way to leave me roses. I sighed to myself as I reread the note I was leaving for him.

Blue Rose: Truth. Tell me who you are or I trash the flowers. I hate being left in the dark.

Okay, so maybe it was a bit too mean, but I was desperate. So I made sure people could see the flower easily before heading off to my last class of the day.

After class, I hurried to my locker. Sure enough, the blue rose was gone. I smiled to myself, thinking that he had gotten my message. But wait; if he got my rose, did that mean he had stopped leaving flowers? All I wanted was to figure out who he was!

Sighing to myself, I spun the dial on my lock and opened the door. When I did, I saw two flowers lying peacefully on top of my books. That creep hacked my lock! Furiously, I grabbed the first rose. It was a deep scarlet, and I was pretty sure what the card was going to say. Sure enough, I was right.

Red Rose: Love. I love you Mel.

"Right, you love me but you won't tell me who you are," I grumbled under my breath. I picked up the second rose, light purple in color. I read the note, confusion blossoming on my face –no pun intended.

Purple Rose: Surprise. Mel, turn around.

Turn around? Who was behind me? Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I spun in a circle. At first I didn't register what I was seeing, but when I did, I let a soft gasp escape. Standing in front of me was the last person I had ever expected to see.

Chase Davenport.

"Chase?"

He smiled shyly before pulling a small bouquet from behind his back. Every color of rose I had gotten over the last week and a half was in his hands. Pink for beauty. White for innocence. Yellow for cheer. Orange for passion. Green for luck. Purple for surprise. And red for love.

"Surprise," he said softly, a light blush creeping up his face as he handed me the seven-rose bouquet. I felt a smile form on my face as I took the flowers and inhaled their soft scent.

"It was you all along?" I asked, stunned.

"Well, yeah. I've sort of liked you for a while and I overheard you mention how you liked romantic things and roses were the most romantic things I could think of, but now you're not saying anything so you probably think I'm being an idiot so I'll leave now," Chase said all in a rush before turning around and starting to walk away.

I stopped him by grabbing his arm and tugging him back. Chase looked down at me –I was about four inches shorter than him, so unfair –confusion plain on his face. I smiled at him before handing him one of the red roses.

"A red rose means love, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah . . ." Chase trailed off. I could tell he was confused, a feeling I was sure he wasn't used to having, so I decided to help him out.

"Well, I think the rose says it all," I explained with a smile. I used my free hand to grab his shoulder and pull him down to my height so I could kiss him.

Chase stood frozen for a second before kissing me back. It wasn't exactly expert, and it wasn't exactly the greatest first kiss ever, but to me it was perfect. I was over-the-moon ecstatic about the whole situation. Chase liked me. Chase was kissing me!

When we broke apart, I opened my eyes to see Chase smiling down at me. I smiled back, knowing that this was only the start of a beautiful relationship.

"I love you Mel," he said. "I love your vibrant personality. I love the way your eyes sparkle midnight blue when you look at me. I love how even though you're shorter than me you make up for it with your energy and cheer. I–"

I silenced Chase by putting my hand over his mouth. With a grin, I started rattling off my own list.

"I love you too, Chase. I love how smart you are, even though you're a bit arrogant about it. I love how you always try to help people when you can. I love how you're one of the only guys I know that doesn't make me feel too short. I love you, and I'm glad you were the one leaving me flowers."

"Roses," he corrected automatically. "I left you roses."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'm glad you were the one leaving me roses."

Chase smiled, taking my hand in his. As we walked down the hall and out of school together, I couldn't help but think about what brought us together. I smiled softly to myself.

Roses were definitely my favorite flower.