Above Average 0 Report post Posted September 28, 2003 They say you should smell the roses, cause life passes to quickly. It never moves in slow motion. The flora and fauna on the side of the road wiz by, like they weren’t even there and you just have to wonder, just why do they ask you to smell the roses? Different colors signify different things… white is purity and red is lust, but what about yellow? As I show up at the door… I ask myself this question. Have I ever stopped and smelled the roses? *** The Gospel of Mackenzie, Book II For the Highest Ideal September 17, 1997 The car moves down the street, at above average pace. Probably in a rush to get somewhere, although, why is the elusive question. “I’ll be back from school in two weeks. Coach said we should see our families one last time because when we start two a days, he ‘legally owns our collective asses’.” “Nice—hey, weren’t you supposed to make a left there? We are still going home, right?” “Nah, we’re going somewhere else first.” The subject gets changed, quickly. “You should try out for Varsity this year.” “But I’ll just be Mak, the one who isn’t the state champ.” “So what?” The guy looks away from the road, glancing back and forth. “I’m not going to lie to you. You’re better than I was at your age.” “I know that…” He says with a smirk. “But, and this is a big but, you’re the laziest worker I’ve ever seen. Just because you’ve got talent doesn’t mean you can act superior.” “Yeah, right. Even if I pinned everybody on the team, which I probably could do and ‘worked my hardest’, they’d just compare me to you.” “You’re cocky right now, but somebody will always be there to knock you down a peg. There’s always somebody better than you, remember that.” The car stays quite as neither person has anything to say. “By the way, is it such a bad thing to be compared… you know what, never mind. When you get a little older we’ll have a match and see if you can hang. That’ll be the biggest match of your life.” He just shakes his head and scoffs, looking out the window. “I’m sure I’ll have bigger matches.” “Every match should be the biggest match of your life. And if it isn’t, then you’re not prepared to win.” The car turns once again, and now he has no clue where they are going. “SO where the HELL are we going?” “I have to go get my girl some roses, kid.” “You’re in the doghouse… HAH! You can’t be perfect all of the damn time.” “No I’m not perfect—and yes I’m in the doghouse… but I’ll tell you one thing, I won’t be for long.” The guy says with a smile. “See, let me give you a lesson on growing up and roses… if you want to show a girl just how much you care, give her some roses. Different colors mean different things. Now red is a little too cliché for me, personally—but if you want to surprise her, get her some yellow roses.” “Why yellow?” “Yellow means friendship and once she’s your friend, you’re bonded for life… …and then you can worry about getting into her pants.” *** Mak stands by the door, with a blank look, apparently forgetting how to knock. Marie Rodriguez’s face snaps him out of his stupor, as she leans forward looking at the small gift in his hand. She tilts her head somewhat and puts her index finger on the corner of her mouth. “A yellow rose, that’s different.” says Marie, looking at the flower in his hand quizzically. She smiles, and brings the rose to her nose, lightly sniffing, inhaling its fragrance. “Red roses are a dime a dozen, but yellow… they’re special. You don’t just give a girl a yellow rose to impress them.” “Really, what do they mean?” “Now that’s a secret.” *** The car continues towards it's destination. A brief pause at a stop sign, allows him to ask a question. “So are you going to try out? For Varsity." “Yeah, I’m getting ready for that match against you. I'll prove that I got what it takes." “Then we’ll do it, for the highest ideal.” “Sure, whatever.” He responds. “The highest ideal. Whatever that means…” “Good… …that’s good.” *** “You were spacing out there for a second.” “Huh?” he says, as they walk down the street. “I’m just… taking my time. You gotta’ stop and smell the roses.” “Yeah…” Marie questions quietly. “Do you… want to talk about it? The match…” “Not much to say. When I go out there, I can’t hold anything back. Sacred thinks he already has me beat, but I'll make it a show for the ages…” She looks at him funny as he smiles. “It’s the biggest match of my life and I want you to come…” Mak pauses for a second. “Will you be there?” “I’ll be there, cheering you on." “Good… …That’s good.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted September 28, 2003 hmm... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Crowe 0 Report post Posted September 29, 2003 Ooooer. Very nice, indeed. Yellow roses... might have to remember that. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
