I personally hate when people put notes at the beginning of the story, but y'all deserve an explanation. I have many projects going on since my last chapter and I'm sorry if this seems like a forced chapter (which it is…) I had so many people say they wanted me to update soon, so I decided to take a break and just write this now. I was working on Bohemian Hell (which I will delete), The Queen's Favorite, and two stories that will remain unpublished until I finish them (one's about Double D (EEnE) and the other is about Ulrich (Code Lyoko). I apologize again, but writer's block really hits you hard. Thanks for all of the positive feed back! Love you all! –Scarlet DiCapulet
I fell in the grass and looked up at the stars. It was a beautiful night. I felt someone lay beside me and looked to find Francisco. He wasn't smiling.
"What troubles you love?" I asked looking at him curiously.
"You're such a tease," he pouted. I was confused for a while, but suddenly realized what he was talking about. We both laughed. "A bit slow today?" he laughed. I punched him lightly.
"Oh hush up!" I said playfully. I just realized what I did. I was the only person Francisco knew who said "Hush up". Oh shit! He just laughed.
"You are one of the only people I know who say that!" he smiled at me.
"Really? Who else says that?" I laughed nervously.
"Oh, my best friend, Scarlet," he answered. He sighed.
"Is there another? Am I not your only flower, my sun?" I asked. I scolded myself again. I remembered the poem from when I acted drunk and some how knew that I was going to be found out too soon.
"No, no. Don't you worry. You are my one and only flower," he responded.
"And you are my only sun," I responded. I listened to his love struck tone while he talked to me and my heart sank. I could hear there was another.
"I'm sorry, my love. I must leave," he said, getting up.
"So there is another," I trailed off. He held my cheek with his hand and looked into my eyes.
"There is not. I can assure you of that, but I must leave. There is some business I must take care of," he trailed off. I nodded.
"I understand. I will meet you again here, if that is alright," I said. He heard the sad tone in my voice and sighed.
"Perfect. Next Sunday at sun set?"
"Yes. That sounds perfect," I responded. He smiled and left. His hand lingered on my cheek as he turned to walk away. I suddenly felt a wave of jealousy hit as soon as he was gone. I had no clue who this mystery girl could be. I snuck back into my room and tried to fall asleep. All of my white wind material was now hidden and I heard Francisco creep in. I felt light hit my face a bit as he or some one else, crept in. They walked over to my desk and set something down. They left in haste, and I was temped to see what they had left, but I decided to wait until morning.
I woke up, as drowsy as ever. I soon remembered the letter and ran to see it. A yellow rose with a red tip sat with a note.
My love Scarlet,
Please meet me tonight under the clock tower. There are so many things I want to tell you, my dove. Your beauty shines like no others. Please, my sunflower, meet me at dusk.
Yours truly,
The Velvet Rose
My heart skipped a beat. I smiled to myself and danced out of the room. What could I say? I loved mushy romantic stuff like this. I waltzed in to the room humming to myself, holding the rose. Everyone raised an eye brow at my seemingly drunk behavior. They really should have gotten used to this by now.
"Damn Cupid. He needs to stay out of our business," Curio laughed seeing me. Francisco walked in, saw the rose, and I swear he smiled a bit. He snatched the rose out of my hand, as I whined and struggled to get it back.
"No, no, Scarlet. Use your words," he said. I pouted.
"Give me the rose, Francisco, before I rip your throat out," I hissed. He gave me a scared look, a nervous laugh, and my rose back. I gave a triumphant smile and sat back down.
"Scarlet! You vicious child!" Juliet laughed. Everyone laughed along, except for Conrad and Francisco.
"When I want something, I get it. Especially if it was stolen and it means the world to me," I responded.
"How could a rose mean the world to you?" Curio asked. I looked down and stroke the petals.
"Because it came with the most romantic note by a mysterious admirer named the Velvet Rose. I don't understand how it could be for me though," I trailed off, still staring at the rose.
"You're right. How could anyone fall in love with such a violent person like you?" Francisco challenged, playfully. Juliet shot him a death glare before she got up. She wrapped her arms around me from behind.
"Scarlet is the most amazing, wonderful person this world has ever known, now you better watch your words, Francisco. As you said, she's violent," she said, "Now I must be leaving. The irises in my room are dying and I need new ones. Good day." She walked out of the room, but popped her head back in. "And Francisco, no making fun of my sister." She left and the room was left to an awkward silence.
"I guess she doesn't know my bark is worse than my bite," I chuckled a bit.
"So you weren't going to rip my throat out?" Francisco asked, searching for clarification.
"No," I responded. He let out a small sigh of relief as I retrieved my jacket. "But, Francisco, I do bite," I smirked, then left to walk in the square.
"So, you go by the Velvet Rose?" Curio asked Francisco. Cordilia and Conrad had left at that point.
"Yes, how do you like it?" Francisco asked with a smirk.
"Meh, it sounds a little feminine," Curio shrugged. Francisco gave him an amused look of shock.
"Feminine? Feminine? Scarlet seemed to like it just fine," Francisco responded, defensively.
"And that all that matters, isn't it?" Curio asked. Francisco sighed and nodded.
"Yes, yes it is. How's your situation with her friend, Melanie?" Francisco asked with a sly smirk plastered on. Curio turned red.
"She's great. I received a letter, around the same time as yours from Mel, and the rest fell into place," Curio said with a satisfied smile.
"Curious. Scarlet and Melanie went shopping that day together. And that was the same day as I received my letter from the white wind, and you received yours. I wonder," Francisco trailed off.
"You can't seriously believe that Scarlet is the white wind. She can't be," Curio said, laughing a bit at the idea.
"You're right. Scarlet is more of an upfront person. If she wants to get a point across, she'll do it with no fluff," Francisco reasoned.
"So, do you have a mask picked out for your début as the Velvet Rose?" Curio asked. Francisco went into another room, and came back with a maroon and black, velvet mask, big enough to conceal his nose and the area around his eyes. "Very nice," Curio said when Francisco showed him the mask.
"It looks stunning at dusk, which is when I'm meeting her," he said proudly, setting the mask on the table. Curio started to get up and leave. "And where are you going?" Francisco asked his friend.
"I'm going to meet Melanie. Have fun tonight with Scarlet," he said. Francisco thanked him as Curio left. He sat at the table and turned the mask around in his hands, examining every detail. He sighed and put it down, thinking about Scarlet.