Anyways... I hope you enjoy it to a small extent, and if you don't like romance, then I suppose reading it would be a waist of your time. Reviews are welcome! Thanks!!“Hey,” Andrew's voice rang from the other side of the phone line. Her heart leapt. She was going to tell him!
“Hey Andrew, it's-”
“Don't tell me, it's Sam right?” He cut her off, laughing.
“The one and only. Are you somewhere we can talk alone?” Same's voice quavered. Was she really going to do this? She stared at her feet and tried to calm her pounding heart.
“Um...yeah. Parents are out. Should I be worried?” He was laughing, but the question worried Sam even more. She could almost see him running for the hills, screaming his fool head off.
“That all depends,” she said, trying to sound serious. Her voice was still quavering and she twisted her dark brown hair around her index finger nervously. She gulped and continued, unsure of how to start. “Look, this is really important. I don't know how I'm going to say it though.” She was trying to stop her heart from pounding into her throat and leaping out of her mouth. She wanted to puke!
“Shoot. Anything you've gotta say, I'll listen to,” he assured her.
She glanced around the living room, looking for some sort of inspiration. A white leather sofa, light brown walls, flat screen Sony television. Nothing really spoke to her. “I-I'm...” she couldn't squeeze the words out. This was stupid! No way would she get a positive answer, so why was she doing this?
“You're what? I don't bite, Sam. Honest. And even if I did, we're on the phone so I couldn't even if I did want to,” his voice was serious now, too.
“I'm not afraid of a bite, I'm afraid of the answer I'll get.” Andrew started to say something, but she cut him off. “Okay look, I'm in love with you!” She almost shouted it. She said it quickly, before she could get it in her head to wait another two years. Something on the phone beeped at her. Oh please just have pressed a button by mistake! She pleaded silently. “H-hello?” No answer. Her eyes watered and she pressed the off button and threw the phone to the floor. Screaming, she fell into the soft couch, sobbing.
Sam pulled her knees up to her chest and hid her head in her hands. Her eyes burned with tears that raced down her cheeks, leaving behind streaks of remorse. Her back heaved with heavy sobs. She had never felt so devastated in her whole life. A simple, “Sorry, I would rather stay friend,” just wouldn't suffice anymore? Her chest ached; it was so full of hurt and anger. She had been expecting a negative response, but a hangup? How could he? Her weeping intensified and she didn't hold back. Her parents weren't home anyways, there was nobody here to hear her. She let herself cry for what must have been hours, a hap on the couch choking on tears and the mound in her throat. What had he done?
The doorbell rang a few hours later and was ignored. No way was Sam letting anybody see her like this! She would likely rip the face off of anybody that came within ten feet of her anyways. The door creaked open and slammed shut despite Sam's telepathic warnings. She lifted her head hesitantly and stared at the doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen where the entrance was. Feet plodded against hardwood in an irregular pattern. She couldn't believe it! Her heart raced in shock and fear.
“Hey, sorry for the long wait, but it took me forever to find the perfect gift,” he muttered flashing her his famed crooked smile. Andrew stood in the doorway, grinning at her, blue eyes twinkling playfully. In his right hand he held a bouquet of sixteen perfect red roses. In the other he clung to a tiny black velvet box.
Sam rose slowly to her feet, trembling. She didn't bother to wipe away her tears. What was the point? She hated his slimy guts for doing that to her. Didn't he know what he had just put her through? He ambled towards her clumsily, holding back sacred tears. Her knees went limp and she would have fallen flat on her face had Andrew not been there to catch her. She closed her eyes and clung to him, holding back her own tears. She felt his arms wrap around her and pull her close to him, still just barley hanging onto his gifts. He buried his face in her hair and drenched it in his tears. “I never though I'd hear those words from you, Sam. I lost my head and hung up in excitement. I'm so sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.
Sam didn't reply, she just cried and let him cry. This moment was too special to ruin with an apology. Andrew didn't need a reply, he knew he was forgiven. He was afraid to pull away, afraid that she would disappear into thin air if he did. After what seemed like forever, his tears stopped flowing and he found the strength to pull away and present what he had for her. He extended the bouquet and she took it, smiling the same soft smile that had destroyed him from the inside out the day they met two years ago. He cleared his throat and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Red roses because they're your favourite, or at least they were two years ago when we first started hanging out.” He winked at her and smiled to himself when she blushed. “Sixteen because it symbolizes love and passion.” He let that soak in for a moment before continuing with his unprepared speech. He flipped open the box to reveal seven tiny emeralds encrusted onto a golden band. “A promise ring,” he extended his left hand, showing her a matching ring on his ring finger. “Gold because it doesn't tarnish. Emeralds because green symbolizes freshness and envy. Every time I saw you with a different boy, I was overcome by jealousy. Your phone call today made me feel newer and fresher than I ever have before. There are seven because seven symbolizes completion and perfection. I have been completed by the perfect girl. I'll love you till every bit of this ring tarnishes and every single rose looses its beauty.” He smiled at her, placing the ring gingerly onto her finger. “This isn't too corny for you is it?”
She rolled her eyes. Leave it to Andrew to ruin the perfect moment with a cheesy remark. “Not at all.” She shook her head and let him kiss her hard on the lips. Both were overcome by something so powerful ans strong that a tsunami couldn't tear them apart. There was nothing in the world but them, and they stayed that way for a what seemed like only a few seconds, but what was in reality, almost two hours. When the kiss died down they stood with their arms wrapped around each other, crying and laughing, whispering secrets and recalling all of the times they had been together, waiting for the other to make the first move.
The moment Andrew left after his father called his cell and told him to come home, Sam placed each rose carefully in the most extravagant vase she could find and stole away to her bedroom. Her parents came back home that night and asked her where she had gotten the flowers. “His heart,” was all she could muster. The words sounded stupid and corny even to her, but she didn't care. Her parents raised doubtful eyebrows at their daughter, but they eventually left her alone. The moment the first rose showed the slightest sign of wilting, she hung them upside down from her hook that protruded from her ceiling with a piece of black ribbon so that they would dry and never loose their beauty. She very rarely took the ring off, and when her parents noticed it, they demanded to know where it had come from. She had told them and they threw a fit, grounding her for a week. Each night she sneaked out of the house through her bedroom window to go meet Andrew. Each night they did something different. One night after Andrew got his licence, he took her out to a field with a battery-powered CD player. They danced all night to their favourite songs and fell asleep underneath the large oak tree where they had parked the car. Her parents were enraged and kept her grounded for almost a month.
They never did stop loving each other and Andrew eventually regained Sam's parent's trust. They did end up getting married and they bought the land where the oak tree was and built their house next to it. The roses were placed in their bedroom the night the house was finished. Their fingers had grown too small for their rings, so that kept the bouquet together with them by placing them around the stems. I suppose that you could say they lived happily ever after, even after the fights they had when they were stressed about bills or when the children drove them nuts. Somehow they pulled through. And to thank for that was the day he hung up.
Keep on writing and thanks for the read. 
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