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At the sound of Ronnie's voice, Brandon let out a quiet chuckle. He stood near a rosebush full of some of the most beautiful roses one could hope for. Without turning his head, he spoke up, his voice sounding as if it were lost in thought. [color=00a99d]"You know, I bought a dozen roses when I got here. Spent a lot on 'em. Thought it would be a nice gift for Liz. Guess I should have saved the money. I doubt she even noticed."[/color]

Brandon turned towards the pair that had come to join him. Ronnie had always been a bro, often knowing the right thing to say, or at least the best way to say the wrong thing. And Penny was one of the few girls in the group he could actually talk to at length. They had no need to come check on him, but they did anyways. The thought sent a small smile to the corner of his lip. [color=00a99d]"They're gorgeous though. These roses. So much nicer than the store-bought ones. She must take good care of them."[/color]

The roses had little to do with the issue at hand, but Brandon didn't seem to care. He began to slowly stroll back towards the others. [color=00a99d]"Thanks,"[/color] he said to Ronnie. [color=00a99d]"Sometimes being ourselves gets other people hurt. Sometimes it helps. I just... I don't like seeing my friends cry. I've said it before: you can say or do whatever to me, but you don't hurt my friends. I just needed to get out of there before I ruined the whole summer, ya know?"[/color] Brandon clapped Ronnie on the shoulder. [color=00a99d]"We probably oughta get back, yeah?"[/color]