A/N: okay, this a one-shot, so this is it...this is my first short story that I've posted so please review and tell me what you think!!! Thanks!

Roses Are Red

Mitch and I were enemies from the first time we met in the fifth grade. I was the class "brain" and he was the class clown. We were forced, by the cruel and unusual torture of a seating chart, to sit next to each other for the entire year. He was always putting things in my hair, trying to scare the be-Jesus out of me, or trying to cheat off my tests. I spoke to him only to insult him.

By the time we were juniors, we'd developed a mutual dislike for one another. We constantly argued during class debates and we still threw a few insults at each other from time to time. I was still one of the smart kids, but I'd also become involved in speech and theatre. Mitch had become the high school's star basketball player and he was popular. Especially with all of the girls.

That fall, though, he went out for the school play. I thought that he was there only to make a joke out of it. That he would posses no talent what so ever. He proved me very wrong.

He was actually wicked good at acting. So good, in fact, that he landed himself a lead part without much effort. I, myself, landed a lead role as well. We'd have to work together- what a nightmare come true.

We were performing Romeo and Juliet. Mitch got Romeo and some chick with a name I couldn't pronounce was Juliet. I was playing the nurse and I was also the understudy of Juliet. It was a lot of work, but it was well worth it. I always loved seeing the finished product with the plays.

On opening night, however, "Juliet" got sick. She couldn't go on. So, being the understudy, I took her place. I was really nervous, not only because I was afraid that I would screw up horribly, but also because I had to play opposite of Mitch. And while he was still my life-sworn enemy, I had to admit to myself that he had become quite hot over the years. I was trying very hard not to think about the kissing scene we had coming later. Not the balcony, secret exchange kiss; the one at the end where everyone was watching and waiting for it. That was the reason I was shaking.

The play was going off without a hitch, something everyone was grateful for. It was getting just before the balcony scene and Mitch and I were backstage waiting.

"Don't screw it up, Johnson." He said, giving me a nudge. I knew he was only joking, but I was already nervous enough. "Hey, relax, you'll be great." He added.

"That's not what I'm really worried about." I replied, looking at the floor.

"If the kissing scene's what you're so worried about, don't be." He said, reading my mind. I looked up at him. "You did fine earlier."

"This one's different though. I mean, it's one of the biggest things in the end. People hold their breath at that point, waiting for it. I just don't want to mess it up." I said, with a sigh.

"You won't." He said, reassuring, giving me a wink. "Let's go."

I went through the rest of the play perfectly. When the part came at the end where I had to kiss Mitch, I almost froze. But, then, I remembered what he said, took a deep breath, and…kissed him. It was the first time I'd ever really kissed a boy and maybe that's why it seemed to take my breath away. It couldn't be because I had feelings for him- I hated him. Didn't I?

After that night I couldn't stop thinking about Mitch and the kiss. I knew that it had only been a play kiss, but I also knew that I'd definitely felt something and I didn't want to acknowledge it. It was so much easier to hate him than admit that I just might actually like him. Besides, he probably didn't feel a thing and I wasn't about to make a fool of myself.

So, it was quite a shock when Mitch came up to me in the library about a week after the play ended. He sat down across from, but I didn't notice until he started talking.

"What ya studyin'" He asked, and I looked up.

"ACT stuff." I replied, wondering what he as doing here.

"Oh, yeah, I gotta start doing that." He said, nodding. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes.

"So, I was wondering-" He started, but just then there was a shout from across the library.

"Mitch! Over here!" A blonde cheerleader called.

"Ah, your public calls you." I said, somewhat sarcastically.

"'Tis my curse." He said, and with that he left.

It was weird, but we'd actually talked without insulting each other or arguing. I didn't know how that could happen. It was somewhat unsettling, but also sort of nice in a twisted way. Sure, it was only, like, five minutes, but still. It was something that had never happened before.

Over the next few weeks Mitch always tracked me down during my study hall- no matter where I was- to talk to me. We usually studied for the ACT's or classes we had tests in. He helped me Chemistry- my worst subject, sent from the devil, I swear- and I helped him with Literature Symposium and French/ The more time I spent with him the more I liked him.

"Sweetie, will you get the door, I'm cooking." My mom yelled from the kitchen. It was Saturday afternoon and I was stuck answering the door.

"Yep, I got it." I called back as the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and found Mitch standing there.

"Hey." He said, smiling slightly.

"Hey." I replied, feeling kind of awkward. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you left your Chemistry book in the library yesterday." He said, holding out the book. I took it from him.

"Thanks." I said. "You could've just given it to me on Monday, though."

"Yeah, well, then I wouldn't have been able to tell you that I'm secretly stalking you." He replied seriously. I blinked and then I burst out laughing.

"Well, I guess I'll have to tell my boyfriend that he has some competition." I said, giving him a sideways glance.

"You don't have a boyfriend. He said, easily.

"How do you know?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"Well, do you?" He asked.

"Why do you want to know?" I shot back.

"Maybe I'm curious." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Maybe you'll never know." I replied, smirking at him. "I'll see ya around, Mitch."

On Monday, I found a mote taped to my locker:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I really like you

Do you like me too?

P.S. leave a response on locker 315- you probably know who this is.

I smiled to myself. Small, almost illegible, handwriting, corny, yet sweet poem…I knew who it was. So, I quickly wrote a response back.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This poem is so cliché,

But I do like you

I didn't see Mitch during study hall that day, which was kind of weird. I mean, we'd meeting in the library for two months now. And I was positive that he's sent the note. Or maybe I'd just hoped that it had been him. And now things would be really awkward between us, so he was avoiding me.

But whoever sent me the note sent me another one the next day.

Roses are red

This corny, I know

I hope you'll meet me

At seven on 50th and Row

P.S. leave your response on locker 315

I still somewhat thought that it was Mitch, but I wasn't sure. I guess there was only one way to know for certain. So I wrote back:

Roses are red

You've got yourself a date,

I'll be there at seven

Yours truly, Kate

That night I got to 50th and Row right at seven. It was a small park. I'd dressed up a little bit- blue jean skirt and nice blouse- nothing fancy. I sat down on a stone bench to wait for whoever was coming.

"So, I guess this means that your boyfriend doesn't mind sharing you." A voice from behind me said. I turned and saw Mitch.

"Well, he said it was okay as long as he gets me on weekends." I replied, as he walked towards me. I stood up.

"That may be a problem." He said, giving me a sideways glance.

"Well, I'm sure we can word something out." I said, smiling slightly. He handed me a red rose.

"Look, there's something I've been wanting to do ever since the play." He said, looking at me.

"What's that?" I asked, smelling the rose.

"This," He said, and then he kissed me. It was only a few seconds, but, like the kiss from the play, it took my breath away.

H kissed me again, only this time he slowly deepened it, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling every bit of the kiss- passionate, gentle, and amazing.

Mitch and I dated for five years. It was the greatest time of my life. And then, one day, I came home to find a note with my name on it. I opened and read it.

Roses are red,

With you I want to spend my life

Will you me the honor

Of becoming my wife?

I looked up to see Mitch go down on one knee, holding a small box in his hand. I stood there speechless for a minute or two. And then I said yes.