A single red rose [Joe standalone]

hey,
so this was my first ever standalone i wrote.
it was written a little while ago,
so some of the facts may be off, but was corect at the time of writting.

enjoy.

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To say that i know Joseph Jonas is both an understatement and an overstatement. I know everything about him, born August 15, favorite colour blue, loves eating chicken cutlet and mayo sandwitches, i could go on and on. But i dont actually know him, ive never actually seen him. to me he's a poster that is platered over my wall, an autograph framed next to my bed, a CD i play on repeat. Its like hes not a real person cos he's too.... perfect.

And there he was. his beautiful brown hair, effortlessly framing his face, his deep brown eyes shinning in the morning sunlight, his tanned skin radiating light. He was perfect. and he was walking towards me, and in his hands, was a single red rose. He walked closer and our eyes met. i was lost in the moment, he was all i could see. He stoped infront of me and held out the rose. a smile across his face. i could help but stare, he was just so beautiful.
he spoke, but i couldnt hear him, i was too busy mentally capturing this moment. How many girls can say that Joeseph Jonas has given them a rose?
"hello?" he asked, before i snaped back to reality.
"hi" was all i could manaage to say. my face said it all. shock and suprised.
"This rose is $7 right?"
i just stood there and nodded, unable to speak.
"here" he said handing me a ten dollar bill "keep the change" He said nervously then turned around and walked out of the shop.

Okay so he was buying a rose but i still felt like the luckyest girl on the planet. Ive never gotten a rose from anyone, which is kind of sad, since a work in a florist. apart from school, i basically live at work, there is something so comforting in knowing that soemeone out there is getting a dozen roses for their wedding aneversary or a bunch of sunflowers as a get-well soon gift. Its nice to know that other people are loved. me? ive never been loved. Ofcourse my family loves me, but thats unconditional.

"Anabelle" my friend called. "who was that?" she yelled from the back of the shop, where she was arranging flowers.
"no body" i replied. I had just let the biggest moment in my life slide by. I must have looked like an idiot, just standing there nodding.
"no body?" she called back "what do you mean no body? its valentines day and he havent sold one rose" he said walking into the shop front covered in pollon.
"Sarah.. you look like a mess" i started but sarah had an other idea.
"look, i want to suprize my boyfriend, no ones here, can you cover for me?" she asked. Shes been going out with this guy for ever now. i guess she wanted to be with him.
"sure" i said. "its not like anybody actually going to come in" i sighed.
This was true. even though we were a florist we never made big cash. we survived only becuase the bosses wife wanted freshly cut flowers in her house everyday. why buy new flowers when you can open your own buissness and pay someone to do it for you?
"thanks anna" sarah said before running out the door.
i took off my apron and sat on the floor. it was going to be a lonley day.

A sat on the floor in silence for the next few hours. I just stared out the door. i was thinking of Joe, and the lucky girl who got that rose. i couldn't help it but all of a sudden i had a huge grin plastered over my face. Just thinking about him made me smile. the slam of the door brought me out of my fantasy. i looked up to find none other than the Joeseph Jonas staring down at me. i gasped and quickly stood up, crashing my head onto the leadge of a bench
"aw" i exclaimed before crashing back down to my sitting position.
"you okay?" he asked while sitting opposite me.
"im fine" i said while rubbing my head. it was throbbing.
i looked down in his hands, he was holding another rose. How much did he like this girl?
"lucky girl" i said while nodding my head towards the rose.
"she is" he said. twirling the familiar rose through his fingers. i still had my hand pressed on my head which was throbbing. I didnt want to stand up incase i did something stupid infront of joe.
"are you sure your okay?" he asked reaching out to place his right hand on my sholder.
i nodded but regretted it, i felt really lightheaded, but i was unsure if it was becuase i hit it or becuase of joe.
"$7 for the rose" my words came out slowly.
"i brought it with me" he said dismissingly his eyes narrowing. "i think you need to go to hospital, you might have a concussion"
i couldnt focus, not becuase i was told i might have a concussion but because Joe brought a rose to a florist, a florist, where i was working!
"why did you bring a rose?" i stood up too quickly. i couldnt balance on my feet, i was stumleling to the closest bench.
"I wanted to be your valentine," he said standing up causiously.
oh god. i couldnt tell if it was from a concussion or those 6 words joe had just spoken, but i knew i was going to pass out. the last thing i could remember was my hand being cleanched to my head before collapsing onto the floor.

*2 months later*

I was lying on my bed thinking about life. Why did things turn out this way? Everything was the same; my walls that were platered with pictures of joe, his signature on my night stand and his CD playing in my stereo, but it was all so diferent. Now my walls were covered in pictures of me and joe, one of many hand written notes from him lay on my nightstand and an acoustic song written about me playing in the backround. i could help but smile, to think, this all happened becuase of a single red rose.

wow, olivia! that was so adorable i loved it so much
i had a good time picturing myself as the girl in the story ;]