“Valentines day? Ha, what a joke!” The youth preached to the assembles
mass of students, “When was the last time any of us fuckers got laid from
a rose?!” everyone cracked up in laughter, it was 13th of February, the
day before valentines day, and like all the major days of significance, Daryl
was giving it a right-royal panning. A voice came from the back of the 20-something
crowd; “Its not all about sex you know Daryl, is much more than sex and
rose’s.” Daryl was quick in response; “Sorry Tim, that’s
my bad, it is about more then sex and rose’s isn’t it? Its also
about chocolates!” For the second time in under a minute the group cracked
up laughing.
“School kids aren’t ment to be loving in their early years, so I guess that’s why the boys just don’t get it.” A similar group of girls were gathered on the other side of the school, surprisingly also talking about Valentines day. “So are you getting anyone a rose Anne?” someone asked. The girl, Anne, Looked up from her text book, and taking her glasses of replied “Yeah, I think I might this year.” The group spun in shock, Anne just wasn’t the type of girl you would expect to be doing such a thing, only the year before she had gave a 5 minute lecture on how it was all a money grabbing scheme. “Well that’s a change! Who’s the lucky bloke?” the girl sitting next to her asked. “It will be better if I don’t say, it gives it more of an impact.” Some of the girls groaned, “…And I also know you girls like to gossip...” she added with her tongue in cheek.
The day finally came, the school was full of roses, well, metaphorically speaking, the year 12’s had been selling roses to raise money for the end of year formal, so there were no excuses for not getting a loved one their rose.
Before classes started, Daryl was surrounded by his throng, listening to him once again gracefully take the piss out of every single person with a rose… As per tradition. The bell for first class sounded and everyone grabbed their bags and started to slowly walked their way to class. Daryl was last in the group to leave the table they sat at, but as he was leaving he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, “Hey Daryl.” He recognised the voice as Anne, a very nice girl in his chemistry class. “Hey Anne.” He said, turning, “Thanks for the chemistry answers last week, didn’t get a chance to thank you.” Noticing the rose in her hand, he asked; “Ah, looks like someone got a rose, who gave it to ya?” Anne looked at the rose in her hand, “Its for someone else, its not mine.” “Oh yeah, who’s the lucky bloke?” Daryl asked, obviously missing something.
Anne extended her hand with the rose; “Its for you Daryl,” Daryl’s jaw bounced off the ground, “For me? Fuck… thanks mate.” He managed to say after a second or 10. It was known amongst his good friends that Daryl had a crush on Anne, not that he would admit it, or do anything about it, well until now. “I didn’t get you a rose, I didn’t really think I would get one, um, since I cant give you one, err, how bout I give you something else…” Daryl stood up and gave Anne a kiss that would make every girl on earth jealous.
Daryl’s group of friends had stayed behind to watch,
having been tipped off by some of Anne’s friends as to what was going
to happen. And to see someone who had only minutes earlier been bagging the
whole Concept to within an inch of its life, be caught up in it was just too
much to miss. Daryl whispered, while embracing Anne, “I’ve wanted
to kiss you for longer then you could imagine.” They didn’t say
anything for the next 30 seconds, until everyone had made their way away, “Who
told you to buy me a rose?” Daryl asked. Anne replied; “No one,
I could see you staring at me across the room most classes, you just didn’t
see me staring back.” “Its funny, only this morning I was giving
shit to people with roses,” He looked into her sparkling blue eyes, and
continued “But I never realised what it felt like to get one, if only
I knew how much it ment before today, I would of made you the happiest person
years ago.”