Chapter 50: iRoses
Author's Note: CHAPTER 50! Thank you guys so much for supporting me through this, and actually reading it! I'm trying to make this a special one… I don't know if I'll succeed… :p
Freddie's POV:
I've always seen girls write on their profiles for different websites this girly quote: "He gave her twelve roses. Eleven real, one fake. He told her, 'I'll love you until the last rose dies.'"
Carly loves this quote. Sam and I always make fun of the quote.
Okay, so why am I talking about this? This is why.
I was sitting on Carly's couch, expecting Sam to be there too, but it was just Carly and me. "Hey, why isn't Sam here?" I asked.
Carly, with her eyebrows lowered with anger, stood up and shouted, "You know? I'm really mad at you! I thought you would realize what today was, so I didn't mention it because I thought you would figure it out, but you didn't!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, standing up too. "What's today?"
"Your one-month anniversary with Sam!"
My jaw dropped a bit. I paced around the room. "Oh, no, no, no, this is not good." I turned to Carly. "Does Sam know it's our anniversary?"
"Yup."
"Oh God. Is she mad?"
"Duh," Carly said, placing her hands on her hips.
"Carly," I said softly, walking towards her. I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Carly, it's okay. Look, if I promise that Sam will still have an awesome anniversary, will you forgive me?"
Carly sighed and sat on the couch, allowing me to sit next to her again. She turned to me. "Freddie, Sam is my best friend. And don't get me wrong, so are you. But, you know. She's my best girlfriend. And she's never been this happy until she found out that you felt the same way about her. I'm not just talking about today, it's just… I'm basically saying, treat her good. Okay?"
"Of course," I said, "I wouldn't treat her any other way. But answer my question before. Will you forgive me if Sam has an awesome anniversary?"
"I'm not really mad at you," Carly reassured me quickly. She then nodded. "But yes, it would make me happy if Sam has a really great day today."
I smiled and nodded. I stood up. "Okay Carly. It'll happen."
Before I knew it, it was 7 PM. It was a pretty dark evening, and I was right outside of Sam's door. I knocked three times, and Sam opened the door quickly. Seeing what I had for her, she grinned widely and her eyes watered. I wondered if she was still angry.
In my hand were twelve roses. Eleven were real. One was fake. I swallowed hard as she walked closely to me and touched my shoulder lightly. Her eyes were so wet, and I could tell that she was counting the roses. I knew that she knew what I was going to say, but I said it anyway.
"I'll love you until the last one dies." I gave her the roses. My voice was soft and slow, and my facial expression was straight. I didn't smile until she wrapped her arms around me.
After letting me in and closing the door, a watery-eyed Sam grinned and leaned against the door while asking me, "You forgot it was our anniversary before, didn't you?"
"What?" I asked, my jaw dropping a bit. "How'd you know?"
"I didn't," Sam said with a shrug. "I figured I'd ask to see if it was true. And, now I know you did."
"Wow," I said, chuckling. My smile disappeared when I looked at her. She was smirking. "Are you mad?" I asked with a slight wince.
"Nah," she said casually. "You found out because Carly told you it was our anniversary, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Same."
I laughed. My smile then disappeared, but reappeared slightly. "I love you… until the last rose dies."
Sam laughed, looking at the roses in her hands. "I can't believe you did this."
I shrugged, smirking. "It's the truth."
Sam was happy after that day. And, whenever I visited her house, I saw the bouquet of roses in a vase on her night table in her room.
The first time I saw the vase, all twelve of the roses were there. Soon, only eleven were there because one died. Then, there were only ten, and so on. Soon, there was only one left. The fake one. And the fake one was always there. No matter what, it was always there in the same condition. And it's funny how I said I'd love her until the last rose dies. That meant the fake rose sort of symbolized our love. Always there, always in the same condition. It all makes sense now.
Sam cherished that rose. She didn't talk about it that much, but I noticed her looking at it and smiling. I never mentioned it to her, but I didn't need to. That rose was awesome... because it was us.
