"I have to get those flowers…"Adrian muttered to himself, stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his worn out jeans. His gaze traveled across the river in front of him, and to the old stone bridge that normally, safely, spanned the width of the river. However, this spring the river flooded over and cut off any sort of safe transport to the other bank. He removed his hands from his pockets and took a few steps closer to the water's edge. With each step, his feet sunk a little further into the oversaturated soil, and each lift of his foot was accompanied by a bubbling squelch. Adrian did not seem to care that his once white converse were now a dull brown, nor that the shoes were filling with this muddy water.

With the ground slowly swallowing his feet and starting to make way towards his ankles, he picked up a broken tree branch near him and tossed it into the river. In the blink of an eye the branch was pulled at extraordinary speed down and away. A soft sigh escaped his lips at the sight of this. "I have to get those flowers…" he told himself once more.

Adrian turned to leave, but found his feet immobilized by the thick mud beneath the more liquid substance on the top. He struggled to lift one leg, and felt his other sink deeper in with the added pressure. A frown crossed his face, and he put his hands on one of his legs, pulled as hard as he could, and he tumbled backwards into the mess of the bank. He closed his brown eyes, and sighed again. "Of course. Of course. What else could go wrong?" he asked the ground, the sky, the trees, whoever or whatever was around to listen. As soon as the question slipped off his tongue he felt a drop of rain hit his forehead, and then another, faster and faster until it felt as if the sky had opened up and dumped what was left in it down upon his mud stained and frustrated body. "Figures…"

As best as he could manage, Adrian flipped himself over onto his stomach, and inched his way out of the muddy pool. Once reaching more solid ground, he crawled onto the more solid ground and lifted himself back to his feet. He lifted his face to the sky, letting the rain attempt to remove the dirt from his body and clothing. With his head held a bit lower than normal, he trudged back towards his home.

"Adrian…what happened to you?" his father asked, peeking over the newspaper, looking at his mud stained and dripping teenage son.

"Nothing Dad, don't worry about it…just a bad day I guess…" he muttered in response, shoving his hands back into his pockets once more.

His father looked him over once more, before going back to his paper. "You don't have to go through all of this trouble for her, y'know."

Adrian felt his body tense a little, his hands curling around the mud that had managed to creep into his pockets. "Yes, I do. I have to. It should be perfect." With that, he made his way upstairs to the bathroom, stripping off articles of clothing as he went.

Upon closing the bathroom door, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror, pushing his black hair out of his face, watching thin trails of water and mud stream down his face. He pulled himself away from the mirror and turned the water on in the shower, and began to wash himself off. Looking down for a moment, he cursed under his breath, seeing his high tops still tied tightly on his feet.

"Adrian, do you know the answer?" an annoyed voice asked him.

He lifted his head from his desk, looking up at the front of the classroom at his physics teacher. He stared blankly at him, before asking "What was the question?"

The teacher sighed and shook his head. "This is the third time this week you've fallen asleep during my class, Mr. Foster. I think you should go talk to the principal about this…"

Adrian closed his eyes for a moment longer before grabbing his drool stained notebook and stuffing it into his backpack. He stood from his desk and walked out of the classroom without another word from either him or the teacher. He slung his bag over his shoulders and started towards the closest exit. The instance he placed his hand on the metal door, a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Adrian…where are you going?"

He turned around to see a brunette with blue eyes gazing intently at him, her hand slipping down his arm to his hand. "Adrian…where are you going? You don't need to get in more trouble now. They might stop you from going to the Prom. I don't want that to happen…I already got my dress."

A faint smile crossed his lips, and he gave the girls hand a squeeze. "I guess you're right. I shouldn't ruin the night for you just because of…well…"

She stood on her tippy toes and planted a small kiss on his nose. "You don't have to tell me. I know already. You want it to be perfect," she stated, a soft smile on her face, but her eyes full of concern as she looked over the boy in front of her.

Adrian smiled softly, and put his hand around her neck and kissed her on the lips. "How I got so lucky…Thank you for understanding." She grinned, and took hold of his hand. "Come on, let's go." She led him through the doors and out of the school, and towards his truck.

He dropped the tailgate on his truck, and climbed into the bed, and then helped the brunette up. He kissed her cheek quickly, and said "Lunch sound good to you, Sandra?"

She nodded, and he stuck his hand into the open window of his F-150 and fished out a brown paper bag. He opened the bag, and sighed, and knocked his head into the cab for a moment, before turning to look at Sandra, who was tilting her head to the side in curiosity. He frowned, and tossed her the bag. She opened it up, and peered inside. She grinned softly and said "All you packed was a block of cheese?" She giggled, and then burst into a fit of laughter, holding the cheese in her hand. "I mean, come on. This isn't a lunch by itself. It's not even good cheese."

He forced a small smile, and scratched his head "I haven't been thinking clearly lately. I went to the bridge the other day, and it's completely flooded over, and the current is too strong to try and swim across. I wouldn't be able to get the flowers safely back if I swam anyways. But I need to get them."

Sandra smiled up at the boy, and pulled on his hand. "Come on, sit down. Let's enjoy your, uh, lunch," she instructed, before giggling again. Adrian took the block of cheese from her hand, and lifted it to his nose. "Gah, it's not even good anymore. It smells like farts. Not just normal farts, but a super rank one. Like an egg fart."

The girl groaned and laughed, before shoving the cheese out of his hand. "Gross, get that away! It's old, just leave it." He nodded softly, and slipped his arm around her waist. "But about the flowers…is that really necessary? I mean, can't you just buy them like a normal person?"

He shook his head "They aren't sold anywhere around here, and they're right across the bridge. I just don't know what to do since it's flooded now."

She smiled softly, and squeezed his hand again, and scooted a little closer to him. "You're too sweet, you know that?"

Adrian smiled softly, and closed his eyes for a moment, resting his chin on her head. "Come on, you should get back to class. I'm gonna get you in trouble, and your father already doesn't think highly of me.."

She nodded softly, "He just doesn't understand you is all. You can make him think otherwise on Prom though. Just make sure you're on time, and that your car doesn't smell or anything. I don't want to smell like this cheese and roses."

Adrian grinned "I can see it now. 'Geeze, it smells like farts and roses.' I like it," he imitated in a high pitch tone.

She frowned, and grinned, before kissing him quickly and jumping down from the bed of his truck "I'll see you tomorrow then! Bye!" she kissed him quickly before running back towards the school. "Just remember to be on time!"

Adrian glanced down at his watch once more. "Still have forty minutes," he told himself, as he walked across the grass towards the flooded bridge. "Plenty of time if I do this right…"

He stood in front of the bridge, looking at the level of the water. It was quite a bit lower than it had been the week before, when he was last here. His gaze traveled once more to the stone bridge. "Alright bridge, you're going to not be slick, nor will you be fallen apart again, alright?"

He stood still again, as if waiting for an argument, or some kind of response. All he heard was the running of the water, and he grinned "That's what I thought. No comebacks."

Adrian took his first step onto the old stone bridge, up on the sides of it; the only part not covered by muddy water. He looked down for a moment, at his black tuxedo, orange tie, and his orange dress socks in his black dress shoes. "Please don't fall, please don't fall, please don't fall" he muttered to himself over and over again, using the three word phrase like a mantra.

Step by step, inch by inch, he edged his way across the bridge, and made it safely to the other side. As soon as his feet were stable, he walked quickly towards the tree line, and off a well worn path. After traveling through the trees and brush for awhile, he came into a small opening, where a small cluster of yellow-pink wildflowers grew. He smiled, and looked skyward briefly, and his smile grew. Adrian walked over to the flowers, and picked a handful of them, enough for a small bouquet. "Perfect."

He raced back towards the bridge, across it, into his car and down the road. Sitting in the seat next to him was the bouquet he just picked, and an orange rose corsage. He smiled, and checked his watch again. "Still have fifteen minutes."

He continued to drive, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel, as he drove past Sandra's house, and down towards a dead end. He parked his truck on the side of the road, and grabbed the wildflowers. He pushed the tall gates to the cemetery open with a loud creak. Without a second look around, his feet led him down the dirt path to a specific plot. He knelt in front of it, and laid the flowers on the grave, and ran his hand along the headstone. "I'm sorry I didn't get here earlier, now I can't stay too long. I have to get going to Sandra's soon, take her to the Prom. I'm sure you'd like her a lot. Her father doesn't seem to like me too much, but didn't you say I was a lot like Dad was when he was younger?" Adrian laughed softly to himself, and wiped his eye for a moment. "I wish you were still here…it's not fair…I miss you so much. But I have to go, Mom. I love you. I'll be back whenever I have some free time...I'll make sure Dad comes with me that time, too."

With that, he kissed the headstone quickly. Glancing once more at the flowers, Adrian smiled softly. "Your favorite Mom. Happy Birthday"

He started off towards his car, checking his watch one last time, and feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He smiled "Probably Sandra. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be late…" With one last look back, he turned away and went back through the cast iron gates. "I'm on my way."