A bouquet of roses, in red and pink and white, with honeysuckle, is delivered to the house for one Trent Riggs. The note simply reads, 'I love you.'
He did not expect this, not at all. Yet, he wasn’t all that fazed when he got a hold of the extraordinary present. Who could be cheesy enough to send something like that, he had no idea. Nobody in school liked him enough to go that far, unless it was some kind of joke he had walked right into.
“What’s that?” a voice from the kitchen burst his little bubble. His father, Max, casually snooping around like he did every so often. Trent, in response, did nothing but lift the cute bouquet in the air. The immortal man seemed to be even more unamused by it, simply raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Apparently someone loves me,” Trent said, reading the card.
“Someone other than me? I thought I was the only one who could stand you-”
“You’re just jealous that I have one secret admirer more than you.”
With no further ado, Trent moved back inside, placing the bouquet in the dinner table for everyone to appreciate his success. A vain act, really, considering the thought of having to turn down yet another teenage girl almost made him want to throw up.