Ty walked into the kitchen smiling slightly at the argument Sky and Jerome seemed to be involved in. He slipped out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into Mitch's bedroom. Looking to the shelf, he moved over a found the book he was looking for. Opening it to make sure Mitch hadn't just changed the cover, he found it was indeed the real book. Smirking as he closed Mitch's door softly and took to his own bedroom.
Night closed in and Ty listened as the rest of the group retreated to their bedrooms. When he was certain that they were all either in their bedrooms or asleep he slipped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. He smiled as he set the book down on the table and walked over to turn the lights on. But upon turning back he almost screamed, clapping a hand over his mouth just in time. Sitting in one of the seats was an angry, annoyed and disgruntled looking Mitch. Laughing and rubbing the back of his neck nervously Ty made his way over to the table and sat down. Mitch looked up from the table and stared at Ty.
"You really want to know what those blasted flowers mean. Don't you?", Mitch asked. He sighed.
"If I tell you, you have to promise never to enter my room and take something without my permission first", Mitch said his stare wavering.
"Okay, but you have to tell me what the individual flowers men, not what the bouquet means. And I will check this book", Ty said holding the book up, "the deal is off if you lie. I know that you know the meanings off by heart, so I'll be able to tell if you're lying."
Mitch sighed, he knew this would be difficult for Ty to take in. The bouquet was basically a death threat and after all that Ty had been through it only felt as if he was layering on more pressure and depression. But if he didn't tell him then Ty would be sad, Mitch hated making Ty sad. It felt like he had kicked a kitten or any other small, cute, baby animal. And if Ty found out himself he may feel like he was pressuring Mitch into telling him, and then Ty would feel guilty, probably try to make up for it, and get more depressed when Mitch had to reject him.
So with a heavy heart, Mitch rattled off the flower meanings, putting more effort into keeping his tears at bay as Ty listened. When Mitch stopped he realized he had turned his head to the side to avoid looking at Ty. He looked and felt his heart constrict. Ty was looking down, his hair hiding his eyes. There were little, wet circles appearing on the white table cloth now. Mitch could hear the little drip-drop sound they would make as they fell to the hard surface bellow. 'Like falling to their death', Mitch mused as he watched, holding his own tears back.
"Thank you", the quivering voice whispered, breaking the silence like glass.
"Thank you for telling me Mitch", Ty said a little more sturdily now.
Mitch looked down at the table, closing his eyes to stop the tears. His eyes flashed open as he heard the sound of the chair opposite him creak and scrape the floor. Looking up to see Ty disappearing up the stairs.
Mitch got to his feet and stared straight ahead. His eyes flashed down to the vase, his anger rising in him. A loud crash woke him from his rage induced stupor. Looking down at his stinging hand then over to what had broken. He saw the vase laying on the ground, shattered into large and small pieces. He bent down and started cleaning them up with his bare hands, not caring about the blood that streamed from his fingers and hands. He took the collected pieces and, along with the bouquet flowers stained with his own blood, threw them in the garbage bin. He grabbed the book from the table and walked upstairs. Opening his bedroom door and walking in as if on auto pilot. He put the book away and sat on his bed, head in his bleeding hands. He didn't feel the pain as he turned to look out his bedroom window. His walls finally crumbling as the tears fell down his cheeks, hot and painful. His heart tightening as he cried out. He looked out at the stone bench. He smiled a little, he was somewhat glad Sky had picked flowers that mean friendship to be the ones planted around the item that represented their friendship. He looked close though and more tears came to his eyes. The roses were wilting. He thought about how well it matched what had just happened. He and Ty had just had a small falling out and now the flowers that represented friendship were dying. 'Oh, how cruel the world can be', Mitch thought bitterly.