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Rose Petal and Smiles

An aesthetic short Story, i can´t define how much i enjoyed this story so prepare your coffee or tea, put your favorite playlist and follow me in this cute story.


Rose Petal and Smiles

"Are you sure you want to do this?" My good friend Leah asked me, holding me by the shoulders.

"I swear I want this." I laughed, shaking her hands off of me.

"Okie dokie." She flipped her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder.

Grinning from ear to ear, I pushed open the doors to the hair salon; my appointment set for five minutes from now.

Taking a seat to wait after checking in, I took out my phone to play games. Multiple messages from Leah already flooded my inbox.

- You're gonna look so good!!

- I wish I could dye my hair a different colour....

- My mom said when I move out. :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(


- But I swear I won't copy you.

- I think I want blue streaks... or pink...


- Kay, have fun girl! ;)

"Rose?" The woman at the counter called.

"Right here." I stood up, flashing her a smile.

"This way." She lead me to a chair in the back.

Sitting down in the chair, I set my purse on the counter and stared at myself in the mirror.

"So what did you want done today?" The lady played around with my hair while putting the cape on me.

"I want a wash, colour, and maybe a trim?"

"For sure, sounds good." She smiled, "You can call me Taylor by the way."

Jumping up, I followed her to the sinks and took another seat.

While she washed my mid-back length, naturally blonde, wavy hair, we talked about what colour I wanted done.

"I was thinking purple."

"All purple? Not streaks?" Taylor wrapped my hair in a towel.

"Well..uh.." I froze up. I've been mentally debating this for over a week.

"Because I think you'd look really awesome with it all purple." She reassured.

"My friend said the same."

Taylor dried my hair and prepared the colouring.

Letting the colour sit, she let me play around on my phone while I waited.

After washing my hair again, Taylor trimmed it.

"Come back anytime!" She called as I walked out.

I felt like the whole world was staring at me as I left the salon.


Flipping back and forth between the pages in my science textbook, I tried focusing on studying as I sat in the school's library.

But since I dyed my hair over the weekend, people at school have been looking at me more and it's distracting.1

I guess dark purple hair is a big change over blonde.

I love it.

Smiling to myself, I focused back on my textbook.

Tuning out the students walking in and out of the library, I read pages and pages of text.

"Excuse me." Somebody tapped my shoulder, "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?"

Looking behind me, I recognized a boy from my science class named Myles.

"Yeah," I dug around for one in my pencil box, "Here."

"Studying for science?" He smiled, showing off his two dimples.

"Yup." I nodded, looking back to my work.

"Maybe we could study together?" Myles seemed hopeful.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I brushed my hair back and agreed. I caught him staring at my hair as he sat down across from me.

"You used to be blonde, right?" Myles opened up his binder, taking out his notes.

"Yeah." When he wasn't looking, I rolled my eyes. Why does it matter?

"Your name suits you better now, Rose Petal." He grinned, letting out a chuckle.

"Rose Petal?" My eyes shot up. "Who calls me that?"

"Me." Myles kept his smile plastered on his face.

"My name is Rose."

"I know," his dimples never faded away, "And I'm going to call you Rose Petal."

"That's stupid." I argued, "Why Rose Petal?"

"Because your hair matches your name- a purple rose. Petal because you just seem.."

"Seem what? Delicate like a rose petal?" I laughed.

"That's not what I was going to say." I watched Myles' smile alter.

"Because you don't know me if you think I'm delicate." I continued to laugh as I shook my head. What ever flirting he wanted to try on me was not working.

"You're just Rose Petal to me." His repeatedly-used grin returned.

"For no reason?" I could not understand the sudden interest he had with talking to me.

"No reason at all."

Forgetting about the delicate rose thing, I tried to keep studying.

His attempts to keep talking with me were hilarious though and kept me laughing instead of reading.

Throughout our conversations, his smile never disappeared. His dimples were constantly being shown off.

"I've got a name for you." I watched as he eyes filled with interest.

"What is it?"

"Smiles." I laughed.


"Because you haven't stopped smiling since you sat down." I pointed out, "Plus your name is Myles. Smiles is almost the same."

"You don't realize how funny that name would be to my friends, do you?" Myles chuckled.

"No.." I stopped laughing.

"Ever seen me smile in the hallway?"

"I don't even see you in the hallways." I admitted. "I only know you from science." Brutal honesty is something Leah says I need to filter out more.

"I try not to smile." Myles actually grinned as he admitted it.

"You're kidding me." I found myself grinning too, "You can't even stop right now."

"I'm not kidding." He shrugged, "My friends laugh at my dimples."

"That's lame." I frowned, "I'd be flaunting them." That got a good laugh out of Myles.

"You're a girl though, Rose Petal. Guys with dimples aren't the same as girls with them."1

"Hate to break it to ya, Smiles, but every girl in the school knows you have dimples."

"I just don't smile around my friends very much." He closed his binder, "Girls are constantly trying to get me to." Myles half smirked.

I suddenly couldn't help but think why on earth he wanted to sit with me. We didn't get any studying done and we've never really spoken- just know each other from class.

"Well I'm glad we got so much studying done." I joked as I cleaned up my things.

"I got to talk to someone new," Myles handed my pencil back, "That beats studying any day."

Fishing around in my bag, I dug out a hair tie. Putting my hair up into a ponytail, I saw Myles staring at my hair again.

"What?" I finished and pinned my bangs back.

"Nothing." He blinked and looked down at the table.

"That's not true," I picked up my binder, "You stared at my hair when you first sat down and just now. Why?"

"It gave me something to talk to you about." Myles looked back up from the table.

"What?" I gave him a strange look.

"I just think you're super cool. You're new hair colour helped me start a conversation with you."

"Asking for a pencil did, actually." I laughed, enjoying teasing him a little bit.

"After the pencil thing, Rose Petal." Myles' dimples made another appearance.

"I kinda like Rose Petal." I smiled, leaving the library with Myles close behind.+

"As I like Smiles." His grin honestly never vanished.1

"Rose Petal and Smiles," I walked beside him, "I like it."


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