I watch him walk slowly offstage as the tears fall from my cheeks.
Another day, another competition
And another loss. To him
As I walk away from another failed contest, he turns back
He throws a rose to me
Why?
What do the roses mean?
Roses, he was always giving me roses.
Why roses?
Beautiful roses they are
I thought he hated me
I know I hate him
We are so different
I am fire
Passionate
He is grass
Cool
I am hotheaded
He is so sure of himself
All the confidence I am lacking, he has
He is my rival
Yet he encourages me
He is always so distant
He must hate me
But the roses? Why does he give me roses?
He is always ahead of me
I must race to catch up
I rarely beat him
Why does he help me?
I followed him to Johto
Hoping he would notice me
Maybe he doesn't hate me
Maybe I don't hate him
What am I feeling?
The boy that made me cry
But always makes me smile
He seems so perfect
I know now he doesn't look at me with hatred
He is always there, watching my achievements
Never gloating in victory
Simply the rose
All questions lead to the rose
All answers in the rose
He has all his fan girls
So popular
Still he has chosen me
Signified with the rose
How do I answer back?
I know now I don't feel hatred toward him
To show my feelings
To show I accept him
I must return the rose
In a week there was another contest
We were both there
It came down to the final two, me against him
My fire managed to extinguish his grass
He walked away slowly
"Drew!" I called
He turned
I threw him the rose
The rose that answered the question
The rose that showed I understood
That said "I love you too"
Surprise was etched on his face
Then joy
He said, "I'm glad you answered the question."
"The question I was asking since the day I first gave you the rose"
We walked out holding hands
The contest forgotten
It mattered not who won or lost
For we had both won
The hearts of whom we loved
As he leaned over to kiss me
I thought
"What do the roses mean?"
The roses mean
I Love You
That was my first try at contestshipping. Tell me what you think. Good? Bad? All criticism is welcome. R&R