How To Build A Flower Shop

Chapter THIRTY SIX

Ever since Roberto's set up of Olivia's memorial in his room, Bobbi is more content with the fate that lies in her life and in her family. She has been more accepting of it. At peace. Definitely at peace. Oftentimes when it was an anniversary, birthday, or any occasion, she cried from the hard-hitting fact of losing her mother. It was hard to face. Hard to cope with. Always angry and confused, holding a grudge against life, thinking how unfair it was she didn't have her mother around. How unfair that her time in the world -in Bobbi's, Lucas' and Owen's world- was up. It always broke her heart into a million pieces. She knows she won't get over it and she loves her mother dearly and will always have her in her heart, but she has become more accepting of it. Because of it, the heavy burden of those negative feelings has lifted from her.

Since the beautiful and emotional day in Roberto's room, she reflected on her dream about her mother and remembered how stunning and happy she looked. As long as her mother was happy, so was Bobbi. Knowing her mother is okay and is proud of her gives her a sense of ease.

She has a place in her heart for Roberto for what he did. It was wonderful of him. There are no words to explain how much of an incredible and beautiful person he is; in her eyes, he's perfect. She takes in his personal problems at home and how he has the troublesome side of him, and still sees him as perfect. Includes his flaws. He says he's working on changing his wrongdoings to be himself again since his "bad boy" act took over a portion of who he is, and it makes Bobbi proud that he's bettering himself. Seeing it first-hand inspires her to do the same. And even though everything in her life hasn't changed drastically, it's a lot better since they've become close, which is funny as he burned down the flower shop, but she thinks of it as their story of meeting. She truly believes they were meant to meet, but if there's no reason to it at all and it only happened because it did then she's lucky to know him.

After she sighs with affection, her eyes closed, she smiles an easy-going and small smile, holding her book to her chest. She's laying on Jamelia's bed, her room very warm and cosy, smitten as she thinks of Roberto. All she has to do is picture him looking at her with those captivating pale grey-blue eyes, smiling from ear to ear, for her heart to hit against her chest and she bites down onto her bottom lip as her whole body heats up. She's weak to that smile. Oh so weak. Gives her a sudden urge and hunger for him. With her eyes kept closed, she imagines herself wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him so close against her body. The feel of his arms around her waist and hands on her back, the smell of his cologne, chest to chest, his face right beside hers. Imagines herself stroking his cheek, turning his face to hers and kissing him. It sends a sensational thrill through her body.

She runs her tongue along her teeth and it drives her wild just thinking of what it's like to kiss him properly, putting all her feelings into it. Then her romantic scenario rips away when a push at her knee snaps her out of it and her eyes dart open.

'Yo' Bobbi, you alright?' Jamelia lets out a short laugh, putting her textbook down beside her. She rests her head at end of her bed until she sits up, whilst Bobbi is comfortable at the top, resting her head against her many pillows. 'You got a funny expression on your face. Well, before I nudged you.'

'I'm alright.' She's spaced-out still, in a world where things are quite terrific – that is before Jamelia snapped her out of it. Quite mad at her for it but not for long.

She hasn't seen Jamelia in such a while, they had to make plans on this Wednesday afternoon to see each other and do homework together. As her mother is five months into the pregnancy, she and Jamelia's father are house-hunting, seeing as an apartment won't fit four people and a baby.

Bobbi kept her promise to her mother to take it easy and be more social, but school work has been piling up and, admittedly, she has been with Roberto a lot more often as he asked for her help with college applications, seeing English isn't his first language. He worked on them earlier in the school year, researching it and getting brochures near the reception and at the principal's office, yet he's still a bit unclear on the system in America. Miss Thorne has been helping too since he asked for it when he approached her about getting a tutor – when she suggested Rachel. Seeing he does the school work and knows what he wants to do, she has no problem assisting him with his options. Helps him with his English, too.