Chapter 23

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Song for the chapter is Done All Wrong by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Listen to it towards the end when Jackson and Colten are talking, or throughout the whole chapter, doesn't matter.

Colten's POV.

A day goes by since the incident with Nikki, and it's killing me knowing that she hates me because of what I did two years ago.

I drive downtown, wanting to escape the constant pestering of my mom. She keeps asking me what's wrong, apparently I look sad, whatever. All I know is I can't stay in that house knowing Nikki is only a block away.

As I drive along the crowded roads of Downtown, I keep my eyes trailed on all of the shops that are lined up outside.

Then something catches my eye, a little boutique with flowers of all colors. That's not the only thing, one bouquet stands out to me more than the rest.

Me: want to hang out today ;)

Nikki: any time you want ;)

She actually agreed to hang out with me? I'm surprised, but not that surprised. I mean come on, who wouldn't want to hang out with Colten Mathews?

Me: I'll pick you up in twenty. Get ready munchkin.

I can't help the stupid smile that comes to my face as I think of hanging out with Nikki today.

I hurriedly hop in the shower, combing back my hair and slipping on a pair of cargo shorts with a white v-neck. Sliding into my grey Polo shoes, I run out of the door, car keys in hand.

Once I get into my car I sit there for a minute. I feel as though I should get Nikki something. I'm going to surprise her with a date to the Fair and maybe I should get her flowers or something.

Driving downtown I drive down the streets looking for something to catch my eye. Something that screams 'Nikki.'

I'm just about to call it quits when a small boutique catches my attention. I swerve my car to the left side of the road, parallel parking alongside the sidewalk.

I climb out of the car and walk up to the boutique, a large bouquet catches my attention almost immediately.

The large bundle of flowers consist of white and red roses. I'm immediately captured by there beauty. They definitely remind me of Nikki. Due to there glory I already know they'll be expensive, there of high quality, obviously having tons of care put into them.

I spot the owner of the store and tap her on the shoulder.

"Hello, I'm interested in these flowers right here," I point to the roses.

"Ah," she smiles, picking them up. "These are fifty dollars, sir."

Fifty dollars?! I don't have that kind of money on me.

Many people think that I'm rich, that I have all the money in the world, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, both my parents work, but they either use the money to pay bills and buy us food, or go out for dates that they think they need.

"I'm sorry, I don't have enough money." The women gives me a sympathetic look before placing the flowers back. I look at them longingly, wishing I could give them to Nikki.

I know I'm not good enough for her, but maybe if I put enough effort into it, I could be. And there was my first test. A simply gift like flowers failed me. How will I ever give her what she deserves if I can't give her a tiny gift as of flowers?

The flowers immediately catch my attention, drawing me towards them. I park my car against the sidewalk and run up to the flowers. They look just how they did the first time. Obviously a new bouquet, but same quality.

"I would like to purchase these flowers," I tell the same lady I told two years ago.

"Of course, that'll be fifty dollars," she smiles up at me. I dig out my wallet and hand her two twenty dollars bills along with a ten.

"Thank you," I grin down at her, she hands me a card to write a note on and says something back, but I'm already walking away.

I can't keep my eyes off of the roses. They have the same affect on me as they did the first time. Everything seems the same.

I sit in my car, placing the flowers on the passenger seat and digging out a pen from my glove compartment to write with.

I stare off into space, trying to think of the right words to write. She deserves the best and maybe if I reveal a little piece of me at a time, she'll see just how I feel.

My feelings haven't changed, they probably never will. I'll make her realize that, and maybe, just maybe she'll still feel the same way. So I write and write about how I feel. How I felt about her then and now.

Before our first date, when I came to pick you up, I saw this bouquet of flowers. I got entranced by their beauty, kind of like how I got hypnotized by your beauty. Anyways, I instantly wanted to get them for you, I wanted to show you just how much you meant to me. The thing was, I didn't have enough money. I left them there that day. I was bummed, bummed because I thought I wasn't good enough for you.

I guess you've seen it too, that I'm not good enough for you. I probably never will be, but I can try. I got you the bouquet of flowers, because I want to try to be good enough for you, show you that I can be what you need, what you want.

Love, Colten

When I finish writing I call someone to deliver them to her, pretend that I sent them to her. I would go do it myself, but I feel as if she would beat me with the flowers instead of enjoy them. So this is the next best thing.

***

An hour or so after I get home I hear a knock on my door. My mom isn't home, thank god, she's still trying to prepare stuff for thanksgiving in two weeks. Why so early? I don't know. I guess she's bored.

I go downstairs, opening the door to reveal Jackson. He pushes past me throwing the card I gave to Nikki at my face. I hurry to catch it before it falls, turning to face him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused. Don't tell anyone, but I was kind of hoping it would be Nikki.

"What were the flowers about?" He questions, running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know, friendly gesture," I shrug.

"Oh bullshit, Colten. I know exactly what happened between you two after you guys left." Well that's creepy.

"How'd you know?" I ask incredulously, does he have heightened senses or something?

"Even though she was crying when I saw her, I could also see her glowing," he shakes his head at me.

"She was glowing?" I smile, wow, I have that much of an affect on her? Sweet!

"Don't think just because she's older that I'm not against you guys going at it like gorillas," he glares at me. Oh god, it's senior year all over again, I swear.

"What exactly are you saying, Jackson? First your happy I punched Trevor at Dustin's party and now you're mad because I'm admitting I love her?" I question. This doesn't make sense at all. I'm getting mixed signals from him and frankly, it's annoying the shit out of me.

"Yeah! But not once did I say it was okay that she's cheating on her boyfriend!" He yells at me, like its the simplest thing in the world.

"No need to worry, it was a one time thing. She doesn't want me back," I tell him, feeling a pain shoot through my chest at losing her again.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, she regrets what we did. I get that she feels guilty for cheating on her good-for-nothing-boyfriend, but at the same time we have something special. She can't exactly ignore it," I explain to him, sitting down on the couch. I lay my forearms on my knees and massage my temples.

"She'll come to her senses soon, Colt, but please, try keeping your hands to yourself."

"Do you want me to sign a contract again?"

A little bit of Relationship With My Brothers Best Friend in this chapter! I love bringing back the parts where it all started!

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