Blooming Emotions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes we go out of out way for those we love, even if they don't know we love them.

Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Lauren was the only one to remember Brianna's birthday this year. Which was rather surprising because she had the memory of a goldfish. Then again, Lauren had to set a reminder in her phone so that she would remember this year. Because of their close relationship, she also felt very much inclined to get a gift. Well, she would, but she had no clue what to get. She was short on money, but did not want to get some cheap trinket. After what seemed like an eternity of pondering and thinking, Lauren finally made a decision. Roses. What if she thinks the roses are a bit too romantic? Reluctantly, Lauren finally admitted to herself that her feelings toward Brianna have more than likely escalated past a simple friendship, but she knew that it was useless to hope that Brianna felt the same way. Oh well. I can still give it a try. I mean, it never hurts, right?

With her wallet and phone in her pocket and keys in her hand, Lauren sneaked out of the apartment without anyone else noticing. Not even the neighbors who wanted to pry into the personal lives of everyone around them. She began to wander around the small city, searching for a half decent florist. It was Brianna's birthday, after all so why not get roses in her favorite color? Wait, what is her favorite color? I'm horrible if I can't even remember that! Lauren mentally swore at herself, trying to recall something as simple as a color. Her best friend’s favorite one, at that. Oh well. I'll just go with red. It's a classic, and all I can think of. Not to mention the most common. She searched various florists around town for what felt like a few hours, finally making up her mind, choosing a small bouquet of roses tied with a small black ribbon. It was nothing too special or flashy, but it fit the event perfectly, as well as Brianna’s personality. It didn't even occur to Lauren how long she had been out. At first, she thought she would take no more than an hour. I guess I lost track of time while searching. Wait, why the hell am I being so picky? It's not like we’re dating or anything…no matter how much I want to. After realizing how long she had been out, Lauren tried to rush back home. She did not want anyone, especially Brianna, to notice that she even got out of bed. That would potentially ruin all of her last minute plans. Her phone rang, playing much louder than the car radio. Speak of the devil; it was Brianna. With a sound that was half a sigh and half a groan, Lauren decided to reluctantly answer the call. “Hey.” Well, so much for getting back inconspicuously. Which means I am screwed. And I’m about to get pelted with questions as to where I am on my best friend’s birthday.



The younger girl's voice was upbeat and hyper. That was another thing that Lauren loved about her. She was always in a good mood, even if she was having a bad day. \"Where are you? We don't want to start without you!\" Lauren thought it was very kind of them to wait for her, but she estimated traffic to not clear up for a while. She glanced at her watch. Everyone would be coming home from work around now. Long story short, it was rush hour. And then there was still the ten minutes after that to get home. She quickly glanced at her watch. 4:33. She assumed that she would get home probably around 6:00, knowing her luck. And then it would just be too late.

She had a bigger problem, though; what the hell was she supposed to tell Brianna? That she went out to get roses because she may have fallen in love with her!? Yes, because that would really make things less awkward then they already are! She paused, searching around in her mind for possible excuses. Thankfully, one such excuse was already forming. She just hoped that it would be believable. \"Uh, I had to go to the pharmacy to refill my allergy medication. Then I lost my insurance card, so they had to search for my information manually. Then I went to the bookstore to pick up a job application. Turns out that they closed early. Now I’m stuck in a really bad traffic jam right now since it’s rush hour and all. I have no clue how long I'll take to get back. I'm so sorry, Brianna.\" She tried to focus on her driving, but all she could seem to hear were sirens. Lauren muttered a “Fuck” under her breath. Today was just not her day. \"I have to call you back, I'm being pulled over.\" She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts as she got off the main road, and she heard what must have been a light gasp from Brianna. \"I'm really sorry, Brianna. I promise that I will make up for this.\" She quickly glanced at the roses in the passenger seat. Without giving Brianna a chance to say goodbye, Lauren hung up and threw the phone onto the seat. Today is just not my fucking day.



She rolled down her window as the officer approached. \"I'm assuming this is for the busted tail light.\" She knew about it all too well, after all she did have quite the arm when it came to baseball. \"I don't usually get paid until Thursday, so I have no way of getting it fixed until then.\" Well, at least she was being honest about it. She was not in the mood for any trouble with anyone at the moment. \"Would I be able to just get the ticket and be on my way? I mean, this is my first offense, and I'm in a bit of a rush to get back home.\" Okay, more like I was supposed to be home a few hours ago, but that decided to not happen.



\"Well miss, since it's your first offense and you're being pretty honest about it, I can let you off with a warning. I just need to see your license and registration for a moment so I can take some information down. It should only take five minutes or so.\" She did not think it would end up being that easy and fast. She thought that he would ticket her, stealing as much of her time as humanly possible. Not to mention she had to get those roses in some clean water soon to ensure that they live. Surprisingly enough, at least, to Lauren, the officer only took a few minutes to take down her information, and she was back on the road shorty after. Oh man, why is everything trying to get in my way? I think the world just hates me or something.



It took her about another half hour to finally return. She hid the roses behind her back in an attempt to make sure none of the other girls saw them. It did not work in the end, because Nichole noticed them peeking out from behind her shoulder. \" Hey Lauren, what's with the roses?\" Of course, she just had say that loud enough for Brianna to hear. Lauren shot her a sort of glare, trying to tell her to stop talking about it. However, it ended up looking, at least to Nichole, more like a death glare than anything. \"Why are you so mad? Normally you're pretty docile. Are you PMSing again?”



Despite any and all efforts to remain calm, Lauren ended up snapping at Nichole.\"It took me two hours, a rush hour traffic jam and getting stopped by a cop just to get Brianna something for her birthday!. And I had to settle on something as stupid as flowers because I have no money.\" Lauren tried to keep her voice calm and composed, despite how exasperated she was. It didn’t work too well. Then again, Nichole was also very good at reading people, even if they tried to hide something. \"So, needless to say I am not exactly in the best mood ever at the moment.\" Nichole gave her a quick hug, hoping it would at least help calm the younger girl down. \"Where is Brianna, anyways?\"



Brianna, standing right behind Lauren, cleared her throat. Busted. \"You know, you didn't have to get me anything. All that really matters to me is that you guys are here.\" Now Lauren just felt embarrassed. She was the only one who got something for Brianna’s birthday, roses nonetheless. Red roses. A symbol of love. Which they all knew. Which she knew. Which she was going to mentally beat herself for later. \"You do know that red roses symbolize love, right? I’m not trying to call you out on it, I’m just saying. I mean, they are beautiful. I’m just a little perplexed as to why you chose red.\" Lauren was completely speechless. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to be honest and risk her friendship, or lie and risk her mental well being?



\"Well, I, uhm, you see…\" What were supposed to be sentences ended up turning into random words and phrases that seemed to have little relation to one another. It was more or less incoherent babble. After taking a few deep breaths and mentally beating herself, Lauren managed to speak in proper and coherent English. \"Well, yeah, but that's not why I got the red ones.\" She lied, her voice making it rather hard to believe. \"I just thought you would really like red. Since it is one of your favorite colors. That, and it was all they really had. The yellow roses just look terrible, in my opinion.\" At first, Lauren did not see the change in Brianna's expression. She didn't notice the sudden darkening of her otherwise bright and cheerful eyes, the small frown that pulled at the corners of her otherwise perfectly shaped lips, which always looked so damn kissable.



\"It is a very pretty color. And red is the most common color for roses.\" Lauren did not notice the small cracks in the other girl’s voice, in her heart. She knew what she wanted to say, she just could not say it. She was afraid of how Lauren might react. How the others might react. She always lived with that fear in the back of her mind, but now it was rearing its ugly head. \"Still, you didn't have to get me anything.\" Brianna thought it was odd. She had always said she was not one for getting gifts on her birthday, and Lauren knew that best. So then, why did Lauren go through all of that trouble to get her something? Something just did not add up. None of it made sense. \"I mean, I have said before that I'm not big on gifts. And you know that best, Lauren. So why did you still go through all of this trouble anyways?\"



Lauren was running out of options. Out of excuses. Out of things to say to conceal her emotions. \"Well, Brianna…\" Her voice started at its normal volume, then dropped to a near-silent whisper. This was it, Lauren thought. Now or never. It was either she risk her friendship or her sanity. Right now, both were probably hanging in a very delicate balance. \"It's because I've fallen for you.\" Brianna only heard the last three words, but it was definitely more than enough. It took Lauren a few seconds to realize the meaning of the words that had just poured from her mouth. \"Just forget I said anything. I've said way too much as it is. I mean, I know these feeling are useless, so for as long as I can remember, I-\"



Her voice was cut off by another pair of lips upon her own. They were soft and tasted much like strawberries. They were Brianna's. The kiss deepened, those soft and beautiful lips moving gracefully compared to Lauren’s own chapped lips and clumsy movements. She never kissed anyone before, let alone another girl. It was amazing, she thought. There must have been, at least, to her, no better feeling in the world than expressing her emotions and having them reciprocated. Lauren even felt what she thought was the other girl's tongue; wet, smooth, and delicious against her lips. Part of her instantly wanted more, and a strange sensation began to build in her abdomen. Never having experienced that sensation before, she instantly assumed It was from bad food. I should not have had those tacos. After what seemed like forever, but was no more than five seconds or so, Lauren pulled away, her eyes filled with panic, joy, and something she was not really sure of, though had an idea of what it could be. And even though she pulled away, Lauren could still feel the delicate movements of Brianna's lips upon her own.



\"You really think too much, Lauren.\" Brianna gave Lauren her signature smile; the one that caught Lauren's eye in the first place. The one she fell in love with, as much as she would deny it and avoid the topic in general. As much as they would both deny it, those emotions were there the whole time. They just lacked the courage to express them openly, instead relying on subtle cues to tip the other off. If only that had worked, then Lauren would not have just panicked. “Oh, by the way,” Brianna's voice softened, and she kissed Lauren again. “The roses are beautiful.\"



As scared as they were to admit it, that thing in Lauren's eyes, in Brianna's smile, was something neither of them expected. Something they did not express due to fear. It was love.


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