||FINISHED|| Pink Roses (JSAB Fresh x Reader)

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A few days passed without much going on, I usually spent my time browsing through tumblr, Hanging out with Mordecai, Barracuda and Fresh, and I then started to reconsider the stuff I thought about him.

Maybe he wasn't as much as a monster as I thought that he did.

After hearing what he said about those unknown people, who I don't really know the names of, I started to think to myself, question myself - Was his hatred justified? Did these people deserve his hatred towards them? The fate he had in mind towards them? And of course, who were they? But right now, that's merely a thought at the back of my mind now.

Every day, he gave me an addition fo that vase of roses, every day he visited me in my quarters, presented me with a rose very much like the first one, and always, I responded with a happy squeal. Until one day, I went up to his throne room. This was probably the first time I went there without him summoning me, or leaving me a note by my bed telling him to meet him when I woke up, so when I entered the rooftop, he looked surprised.

He was playing the guitar at such a volume I actually had to cover my ears when I ascended the stairs to prevent permanent deafness, and the moment he saw me, he put the guitar down, and leapt off the throne in such a handsome yet graceful manner I stared at him in awe. He was like a cat. The bandages from the wound I inflicted on him were gone now.

"So, finally decided to come up to see me yourself, I see?" He smiled as he approached. Whenever he walked, I could hear a faint "clank" noise coming from an unknown source. What is it? It always sparked my curiosity. Even now, I don't know.

'Yeah, I guess' I responded. Just like always, he gazed deep into my eyes, with a very familiar look of interest in them. My heart pounded in my ears, and I started to sweat despite how cold the air up here was.

"How're you feeling?"

'Happy, you?'

"That's good to hear, I'm feeling the same.' He smiled. "So, Butterfly, what is it? Do you want anything? Your wish is my command."

'Well, um... Quite the opposite - Actually no, not the opposite, um... Just-Just take it.' I managed to mumble out as I gave him what I had taken with me up to the roof.

A moment of silence passed

'Aw' He smiled, taking the present from my hands. 'Is this for me?'

"Who else?"

His grin was wide from ear to ear as he examined the box in his hands. It was a music box the size of his palm, with a tiny little lever at the side for winding it up. With it was a piece of Candy, a Pitch Black guitar pick, and another, larger guitar pick, though this time it wasn't a real guitar pick - It was a rock shaped like a guitar pick. His face was red, even against his pink skin, and he was smiling so much I thought his lips were gonna pop right off his face. He was a little kid in that regard.

He wound the Music Box up, and listened to the tune.

The gentle, metallic voice of the melody filled the air as the two of us listened intensely. The tune was sweet, happy and beatific, and it made you feel warm inside when you listened to it, the type of music you'd listen to after you've had an argument or had a rough time.

The type of music I listen to after I slice red carvings into my wrists. The only comfort I had until Fresh came along.

After he rewound it a few times, listening intently to the beautiful melody, he checked the other, smaller things I bought him.

The piece of candy was wrapped in a cute buttercup Yellow, and was Lemon Flavoured. He held it, saying he'll eat it later. The Guitar Pick he seemed to really like, while he was a bit confused about the Guitar pick-like rock.