Rose had thought using the blue to describe their house would give them both relief as to not need to talk so directly. She could admit freely that she liked, their house. That she'd grown fond of, their house, and that even if blue hadn't always been her favourite colour, it certainly was these days. The smile on her face therefore faltered as Freddie kept talking, and before she knew it, she was doing her best to back out of the conversation. "I didn't, expect you to," she tried to reassure him, although it was still clear from the hurt in her voice that she would have still liked to have been considered. She hadn't received any roses yet, but would she have liked one from Freddie? Of course, he was her friend.
If she were honest, Freddie didn't seem the type to do the rose-y stuff either, so it made perfect sense that he was only doing it for Susie. "Right," she gave him half a nod, trying to find a way now to not feel bad at how much time she'd spent, trying to get the white rose to take to the blue dye, let alone the correct shade.
Everything she did for Freddie was feeling a little.. fruitless. She'd tried to support him and he'd left her, she'd tried to make him feel included at home, and he preferred her sister. She'd made him his own rose, his own blue rose that no one else in the school would have, because she wanted him to know that she cared about him more than just as part of some school game, and he was acting like he didn't want to be here at all. She was wasting her time and deep down, she knew it. "Well, enjoy the rest of the weekend Freddie," she told him, taking a few steps back and trying to ignore the crack in her voice, "I should deliver the rest of these before.." before what? Rose had no other plans, ".. before they go bad."
