For the Last Night I Lie, Could I Lie With You?
Sweetest Day
“Good morning Warren High School. In honor of Sweetest Day tomorrow, Junior cabinet will be selling carnations and roses for 1 and 3 dollars at lunch today and in the commons right after school.” Mr. Huffman announced the Friday morning after Homecoming weekend.
David tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I shrugged my shoulders and muttered, “what?”
“Oh nothing…” He sighed, turning away to open one of his textbooks randomly.
“What? You think Gerard is going to give me a flower?”
“You never know.”
I sat back in my seat, facing forward again. I guess I’ll have to wait and find out.
During music theory in seventh period, I didn’t pass a note to Gerard. He seemed really closed up today. His body was shifted ever so slightly away from me so I couldn’t really see his face all that well. He’d sat like that in all of our classes today except choir, but he’s on the other side of the room from me.
I figured he was just having a bad day and ignored it. After class, I walked out into the courtyard and made it all the way to the bell tower when I turned and saw Gerard leaning on the side of one of the buildings holding a red rose. He looked up when I did and smiled. He waved to me and I walked towards him.
“Thank you for being my friend.” He said softly, handing me the rose.
I felt my heart melt inside my chest. I took the flower and looked at Gerard.
“Thank you so much, Gerard. You’re so sweet.” I gushed.
I used one arm to hug him tightly and I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. When I stepped away, Gerard put his hand on his cheek and blushed almost as red as the rose in my hands.
“You going to be ok tonight?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” He sighed.
“Ok. See you Monday.”
“Bye.”
I got on my bus and sat in my usual seat and waited for David to get on. He sat beside me and started giggling and pointing to the flower I was holding.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” He remarked.
“About what?”
“About you getting a flower from Gerard.”
“Yes, you were correct.”
“Did he just give it to you a minute ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your face is really red and your lip gloss is smudged.”
“What?”
I looked through my backpack and pulled out my little compact mirror. The clear gloss I put on after lunch was smeared off my lips just a little bit from when I’d kissed Gerard. I scoffed and clapped the mirror shut.
“So, how does the quiet boy taste?” David taunted.
“You’re gross.” I shot back.
“Oh fine. Don’t share information with the person you shared the womb with for nine months!”
“There you go. We’ve known each other that long you should know by now.”
“Know that you like Gerard?”
“Uh, duh!”
“Ooooooohh!!”
David bounced up and down and began singing, “Bridgette and Gerard sitting in a tree!”
“You’re so immature, David. Please stop?” I asked him politely.
“Ok, I’ll stop, but only because we live in the same house and you know where I sleep.”
“Thank you.”
David tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I shrugged my shoulders and muttered, “what?”
“Oh nothing…” He sighed, turning away to open one of his textbooks randomly.
“What? You think Gerard is going to give me a flower?”
“You never know.”
I sat back in my seat, facing forward again. I guess I’ll have to wait and find out.
During music theory in seventh period, I didn’t pass a note to Gerard. He seemed really closed up today. His body was shifted ever so slightly away from me so I couldn’t really see his face all that well. He’d sat like that in all of our classes today except choir, but he’s on the other side of the room from me.
I figured he was just having a bad day and ignored it. After class, I walked out into the courtyard and made it all the way to the bell tower when I turned and saw Gerard leaning on the side of one of the buildings holding a red rose. He looked up when I did and smiled. He waved to me and I walked towards him.
“Thank you for being my friend.” He said softly, handing me the rose.
I felt my heart melt inside my chest. I took the flower and looked at Gerard.
“Thank you so much, Gerard. You’re so sweet.” I gushed.
I used one arm to hug him tightly and I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. When I stepped away, Gerard put his hand on his cheek and blushed almost as red as the rose in my hands.
“You going to be ok tonight?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” He sighed.
“Ok. See you Monday.”
“Bye.”
I got on my bus and sat in my usual seat and waited for David to get on. He sat beside me and started giggling and pointing to the flower I was holding.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” He remarked.
“About what?”
“About you getting a flower from Gerard.”
“Yes, you were correct.”
“Did he just give it to you a minute ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your face is really red and your lip gloss is smudged.”
“What?”
I looked through my backpack and pulled out my little compact mirror. The clear gloss I put on after lunch was smeared off my lips just a little bit from when I’d kissed Gerard. I scoffed and clapped the mirror shut.
“So, how does the quiet boy taste?” David taunted.
“You’re gross.” I shot back.
“Oh fine. Don’t share information with the person you shared the womb with for nine months!”
“There you go. We’ve known each other that long you should know by now.”
“Know that you like Gerard?”
“Uh, duh!”
“Ooooooohh!!”
David bounced up and down and began singing, “Bridgette and Gerard sitting in a tree!”
“You’re so immature, David. Please stop?” I asked him politely.
“Ok, I’ll stop, but only because we live in the same house and you know where I sleep.”
“Thank you.”
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