Love
is a beautiful red rose given for no apparent reason.
Ash
snuck inconspicuously into the florist shop. But once in the florist
shop, he tripped over the welcome mat and almost knocked over a display of
orchids. The girl behind the counter jumped, and stared at him. Ash grinned
sheepishly and laughed the incident off. He perused the shelves for a few
minutes, before he came to the roses. He looked in awe at all the colors they
came in, cause last time he checked roses were red and violets were blue.
But here there
were all sorts,
Yellow ones,
Pink ones,
White ones,
Black ones,
Ah-ha a red one!
He bent over to examine the bucket
full of blood-red roses. He tried to pick it carelessly, without thought, but
it was so hard because he wanted it to be just right. A perfect girl deserved a
perfect flower. Ash hesitantly picked
one of the flowers from its water; it was just beginning to unfurl its velvet
petals.
He carried it quickly to the counter
before he had a chance to change his mind. The girl behind the counter was
about his age, and even he had to admit, she was quite pretty. While she calculated the tax she smiled at
him.
“So, whose the
flower for?” she asked with a sly shyness.
Ash grinned, “My
best friend and one special girl”
The disappointment
edged her voice when she said, “A dollar fifty”
As he fumbled
through his wallet, the door to the florist shop burst open rattling the
shelves. Ash’s shoulders tensed.
‘Damn, how’d she find me so fast?!
God, I hope she didn’t install a microchip in my brain or something’ he
thought as he rushed two dollar bills onto the counter.
“Ash, where have
you been?! And why are you in a flower shop? You hate anything pretty or
romantic!” the redhead snapped at him.
“Keep the change,”
he muttered, before turning to face her.
“Who are you
buying a rose for?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Ash wordlessly
stepped up to her, and gently guided her hand to the stem of the rose. And
without hesitation he kissed her cheek. Then he strolled casually out of the
flower shop.
That may have looked smooth, but his
heart was trying to break his ribcage and heat was already rising to his
cheeks.
The redhead stood
there, eyes wide, fingers loosely holding the rose, completely and utterly
shocked. She couldn’t believe it. She just could not believe it.
Ash approached Brock and Pikachu by
the park bench where they had agreed to meet earlier. Ash quickly turned his
hat from backward to forward, so neither of them could see his blush.
“Say, Ash you
haven’t seen Misty have you? She went looking for you awhile ago,” Brock asked.
“What? Me? Nope,
haven’t seen her,” Ash said a little too quickly.
“Uhhhuh,” Brock
replied slowly, obviously not believing a word he said.
Misty tackled Ash in a hug from
behind, still clutching the rose. He nearly fell over, but she didn’t care. She
buried her face in the back of his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she
murmured, her voice muffled. He couldn’t help but grin.
“What did you do
Ash,” Brock asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” he said
unconvincingly. He lowered his baseball cap to hide his smile.