Flower's for HER! -(-*
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"There are three sides to every triangle
and when each represents a heart ,
there are three sharp points
how deep the wound
has little and
everything
to do
with
us "
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Dean sat on the edge of his bed deep in thought. Tomorrow Rori was going away with her mother and grandparents for the weekend. She'd be getting back right as school started up and once again he'd be seeing her much less than he felt was needed to make the heart grow fonder.
It had to be perfect , without overdoing it. And it had to be within his budget. If he remembered correctly he had fifty dollars. No wait , he'd spent about five on lunch the other day. forty five bucks. He'd earned it, he knew who he wanted to use it for but he wasn't sure of what.
Rori was a classy girl , even without Chilton he'd known it from the first moment he saw her.
She liked books. BINGO! Of course he didn't know which books she already had but that didn't matter. It wasn't the book itself he would get her , but its romance. A scene from a story book.
His mom had a few romance novels around somewhere he was sure of it. Excited he jumped up and darted out of the room.
The ringing of the doorbell snapped Tristan from his daze. He'd been reviewing his project carefully and as always Paris had come through for him. She'd been absolutely right about
including his personal opinions at the end of the report. Plus the minor suggestions she'd made seem to hold a major impact on the article. "Tristan, Sir...Miss Paris is here to see you!"
The maid called from the next room. Carefully tucking the papers into his folder Tristan stood up and headed in to greet his friend. "Hello Paris." He said noting the strange smile that she seemed unable to contain. "Um , Thanks Jeenie." he said to the woman who stood waiting to see if he needed anything more. "Oh, so polite Tristan , my and so handsome too." He could feel the blush creeping up his kneck into his cheeks. Jeenie was probably the sweetes soul on earth, he'd known her forever. Shooting one last smile in the their direction Jeenie cheerfully scuttled out of the room. "So uh , to what do I owe the honor?" Tristan asked as he motioned for Paris to enter. Again she was dressed casually , Navy slacks and a creme colored sweater. Her hair was free and it gave her a careless but nice appearence. "You look great." He said. Paris enjoyed compliments, after all who didnt. "Rori's going away tomorrow." She said suddenly. "What?" It caught him quite by surprise. What was she getting at? "Well, arent you going to do anything? I mean you already gave her the note you DO intend to follow through right?" She questioned with a smirk. "Um, whoa Paris I." He fumbled for the words. "Don't get mad at me Tristan alright. Rori's my friend and your my friend, this isn't some form of sabbotage or anything I just...." She trailed this time. "Just?" He prompted. "You like Rori." She said pacing nervously. "Yeah." He said relaxing just a little. She turned to face him. "You really like her! I mean its obvious. But Rori knows that I like you and she doesn't want to hurt my feelings. But I don't want to get in the way so....." He stopped gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Paris relax." He instructed. She sucked in a deep breath then let it out and started over. "I think Rori could like you. The thing is she may not show it because of me." Paris said slowly. "Because you like me." Tristan clarified. "Yes. But you don't like me, and I accept that! So anyway I thought if I helped you guys get together and proved to myself how perfect you two are ya' know maybe it would help me get over you. Look, if Rori has really just been being my friend by ya' know not letting herself like you and stuff then its not fair for me to just sit by and do nothing for her.
Its my turn togive up the guy. Not that I ever had him." She explained dropping into a chair beside the door. "Paris... I'm sorry I..." He didn't know what to say. Paris was definitely telling the truth. He knew her , she'd NEVER lied to him before and he knew how she could be when it came to her true friends. For along time he'd been her only true friend. It made sense that if she'd made another that she would do this. Maybe not to everyone else but to Paris , to the Paris HE knew it made perfect sense. "Alright." He smiling a little to lighten the mood. "So can I help?"She asked her eyes pleading. "Sure , you've never failed me before." He said with a slight laugh. She smiled and met his eyes. "Thanks. Don't worry its nothing like we make her jealeous by you going on a date with me stuff. As I said this is how im getting over you. Friends?" She extended her hand. "Friends." He said. Then shook on it."So what'd you have in mind?"He asked.
"Something simple."She began. "WAIT! I'll be right back!" He said rushing up the stairs. He reappeared with a small jar. "Okaaaay." Paris looked at him expectantly. "Well Rori isn't the kind of girl you can just get by having money." He opened the jar. She looked in. "Money." She said looking up at him like he was nuts. "Yeah but its money I EARNED!" He said. "You want to please her by earning more money than you already have?"She asked smiling as though she would laugh any second. Her eyebrows had lifted and now it was OBVIOUS she thought he was nuts.
"No I'm going to buy her a present with my hard earned money.And when I tell her I worked hard for it she..." Paris cut him off. "Wont believe you?" His face fell. "Its worth a shot." He said. "Your right." She told him."And besides I could mention to her that you got a job and were trying to earn your own money now , if you'd like." He brightened. "Yeah! Then she'd have to believe me." He said beaming. "So where do you work?" She asked. He looked around as though he were afraid someone might hear. "You know that guy Luke , the one who owns the coffee shop?" He questioned. "Yeah." She motioned for him to continue. "He hired me as a clean-up on weekends." Tristan said finally. Paris smiled. "Alright! Go Tristan." She siad. "Ya' know something, you've changed Paris." he said as she stood. For a moment she looked nervous. "Yeah." She murmered. "No it's good. your acting more like the Paris I know! I mean your such a sweet girl and now people are going to see that. I'm happy for you." He said. "Thanks." He hugged her. "Well I should go. I promised Rori I'd lend her my Shakespear collection and should drop them off before three bye Tristan!" she said then trotted down the steps. "Paris.... wheres your car?" He called after her.
"I walked." she shouted already halfway down the driveway. He smiled and simply shook his head.
His eyes caught the garden Jeenie had planted along the drive. "Flowers. PERFECT!" He said suddenly then ran inside to garb HIS money.
"There you go sir. Half a dozen roses." Dean thanked the man as he recieved his change. A total of three cents from his entire stash. "So I take it your going to see someone very special." The man asked. "Yeah. As a matter of fact I am." Dean said then left the store. He was smiling broadly by now. he didnt care if people stared. Rori would love this. He knew she wouldn't care if they were dandelions , but roses just seemed more fitting. he'd sat up all night
going through the phone book and finding florists within his price range. After about four different stores he'd come to this one. It was just within his limits and close enough to walk to. Lucky. he thought. Very lucky.
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"There are three sides to every triangle
and when each represents a heart ,
there are three sharp points
how deep the wound
has little and
everything
to do
with
us "
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Dean sat on the edge of his bed deep in thought. Tomorrow Rori was going away with her mother and grandparents for the weekend. She'd be getting back right as school started up and once again he'd be seeing her much less than he felt was needed to make the heart grow fonder.
It had to be perfect , without overdoing it. And it had to be within his budget. If he remembered correctly he had fifty dollars. No wait , he'd spent about five on lunch the other day. forty five bucks. He'd earned it, he knew who he wanted to use it for but he wasn't sure of what.
Rori was a classy girl , even without Chilton he'd known it from the first moment he saw her.
She liked books. BINGO! Of course he didn't know which books she already had but that didn't matter. It wasn't the book itself he would get her , but its romance. A scene from a story book.
His mom had a few romance novels around somewhere he was sure of it. Excited he jumped up and darted out of the room.
The ringing of the doorbell snapped Tristan from his daze. He'd been reviewing his project carefully and as always Paris had come through for him. She'd been absolutely right about
including his personal opinions at the end of the report. Plus the minor suggestions she'd made seem to hold a major impact on the article. "Tristan, Sir...Miss Paris is here to see you!"
The maid called from the next room. Carefully tucking the papers into his folder Tristan stood up and headed in to greet his friend. "Hello Paris." He said noting the strange smile that she seemed unable to contain. "Um , Thanks Jeenie." he said to the woman who stood waiting to see if he needed anything more. "Oh, so polite Tristan , my and so handsome too." He could feel the blush creeping up his kneck into his cheeks. Jeenie was probably the sweetes soul on earth, he'd known her forever. Shooting one last smile in the their direction Jeenie cheerfully scuttled out of the room. "So uh , to what do I owe the honor?" Tristan asked as he motioned for Paris to enter. Again she was dressed casually , Navy slacks and a creme colored sweater. Her hair was free and it gave her a careless but nice appearence. "You look great." He said. Paris enjoyed compliments, after all who didnt. "Rori's going away tomorrow." She said suddenly. "What?" It caught him quite by surprise. What was she getting at? "Well, arent you going to do anything? I mean you already gave her the note you DO intend to follow through right?" She questioned with a smirk. "Um, whoa Paris I." He fumbled for the words. "Don't get mad at me Tristan alright. Rori's my friend and your my friend, this isn't some form of sabbotage or anything I just...." She trailed this time. "Just?" He prompted. "You like Rori." She said pacing nervously. "Yeah." He said relaxing just a little. She turned to face him. "You really like her! I mean its obvious. But Rori knows that I like you and she doesn't want to hurt my feelings. But I don't want to get in the way so....." He stopped gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Paris relax." He instructed. She sucked in a deep breath then let it out and started over. "I think Rori could like you. The thing is she may not show it because of me." Paris said slowly. "Because you like me." Tristan clarified. "Yes. But you don't like me, and I accept that! So anyway I thought if I helped you guys get together and proved to myself how perfect you two are ya' know maybe it would help me get over you. Look, if Rori has really just been being my friend by ya' know not letting herself like you and stuff then its not fair for me to just sit by and do nothing for her.
Its my turn togive up the guy. Not that I ever had him." She explained dropping into a chair beside the door. "Paris... I'm sorry I..." He didn't know what to say. Paris was definitely telling the truth. He knew her , she'd NEVER lied to him before and he knew how she could be when it came to her true friends. For along time he'd been her only true friend. It made sense that if she'd made another that she would do this. Maybe not to everyone else but to Paris , to the Paris HE knew it made perfect sense. "Alright." He smiling a little to lighten the mood. "So can I help?"She asked her eyes pleading. "Sure , you've never failed me before." He said with a slight laugh. She smiled and met his eyes. "Thanks. Don't worry its nothing like we make her jealeous by you going on a date with me stuff. As I said this is how im getting over you. Friends?" She extended her hand. "Friends." He said. Then shook on it."So what'd you have in mind?"He asked.
"Something simple."She began. "WAIT! I'll be right back!" He said rushing up the stairs. He reappeared with a small jar. "Okaaaay." Paris looked at him expectantly. "Well Rori isn't the kind of girl you can just get by having money." He opened the jar. She looked in. "Money." She said looking up at him like he was nuts. "Yeah but its money I EARNED!" He said. "You want to please her by earning more money than you already have?"She asked smiling as though she would laugh any second. Her eyebrows had lifted and now it was OBVIOUS she thought he was nuts.
"No I'm going to buy her a present with my hard earned money.And when I tell her I worked hard for it she..." Paris cut him off. "Wont believe you?" His face fell. "Its worth a shot." He said. "Your right." She told him."And besides I could mention to her that you got a job and were trying to earn your own money now , if you'd like." He brightened. "Yeah! Then she'd have to believe me." He said beaming. "So where do you work?" She asked. He looked around as though he were afraid someone might hear. "You know that guy Luke , the one who owns the coffee shop?" He questioned. "Yeah." She motioned for him to continue. "He hired me as a clean-up on weekends." Tristan said finally. Paris smiled. "Alright! Go Tristan." She siad. "Ya' know something, you've changed Paris." he said as she stood. For a moment she looked nervous. "Yeah." She murmered. "No it's good. your acting more like the Paris I know! I mean your such a sweet girl and now people are going to see that. I'm happy for you." He said. "Thanks." He hugged her. "Well I should go. I promised Rori I'd lend her my Shakespear collection and should drop them off before three bye Tristan!" she said then trotted down the steps. "Paris.... wheres your car?" He called after her.
"I walked." she shouted already halfway down the driveway. He smiled and simply shook his head.
His eyes caught the garden Jeenie had planted along the drive. "Flowers. PERFECT!" He said suddenly then ran inside to garb HIS money.
"There you go sir. Half a dozen roses." Dean thanked the man as he recieved his change. A total of three cents from his entire stash. "So I take it your going to see someone very special." The man asked. "Yeah. As a matter of fact I am." Dean said then left the store. He was smiling broadly by now. he didnt care if people stared. Rori would love this. He knew she wouldn't care if they were dandelions , but roses just seemed more fitting. he'd sat up all night
going through the phone book and finding florists within his price range. After about four different stores he'd come to this one. It was just within his limits and close enough to walk to. Lucky. he thought. Very lucky.
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