summer cigarettes, s.black

ღ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞-𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞-𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬-𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

in which two teenagers who are running from their problems meet each other.

At almost midnight, a girl was sitting on her balcony, a cigarette between her lips, ABBA playing loudly in the background to cover yells from behind the door.

The summer of 1976 was supposed to be a amazing one for Rosalie, everything was perfectly planned. Going to Clara's house for the whole month of June, going camping with her friends from high school during the two first weeks of July, staying at her house for a little bit, going to Paris for the last week of July and the first of August, going to her house for a week, going to London for the third week of August and then, coming back to her place and sleeping until it was time to go back to school.

But no. Of course, some drama had to happen with her parents and she was sent to her grandmother's house for three full months. The only good aspect of it was that she lived in London. Other than that, Rosalie had to admit that she couldn't see the good side of the story, she didn't have many friends in London and the few she had, her grandma didn't let her see them because she thought they were bad news.

So here she was, smoking on her balcony -at least her grandmother had a nice house-, trying to cover up her parents' yells from behind the door with music. Rosalie smiled at the situation and couldn't help but chuckle. Her parents went crazy when she stumbled and "accidentally" pushed their suitcases down the stairs. The adults didn't even had time to yell at her for it, she had already sprinted to her room.

As Waterloo started playing, Rosalie stood up, throwing the cigarette as she did so and went to put the music even louder. Then, the teenager went in the middle of the room and started dancing and singing at the top of her lungs.

"- THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF, IS ALWAYS REPEATING ITSEEEELF ! WATERLOO, I WAS DEFEATED, YOU WON THE WAR, TUDUTUDUTUDUUU, WATERLOO, PROMISE TO LOVE YOU FOREVERMORE, BADABADABADA !!!"

Rosalie went on for the whole song and kept going for thirty good minutes, until she didn't have any energy left. She sat on the floor, leaning against her bad frame and lowered the sound of the music.  A grin spread on Rosalie's face when she noticed that no one was yelling anymore.  In fact, the house was perfectly silent which only meant one thing : her parents were gone and her grandmother had gone to sleep.

Taking this as her cue to go, Rosalie got up and after putting her shoes on, seizing a sweater and her cigarettes, she started going down the stairs slowly, avoiding the creaking ones.  Once she was at the door, the blonde girl opened very carefully the door and stepped into the light breeze of the night.

Knowing her way around, Rosalie walked peacefully towards her favorite park, right in front of her grandmother's house.  Once she was in, she went left and then turned right before to turn left again and the smile that had formed on her face fell instantly.  Someone was sitting on her favorite bench.

Rosalie frowned and stomped in the direction of the boy, stopping right in front of him, hands on her hips. He seemed to be the same age as her, had long black hair and blue eyes, almost silver. His features were sharp and he looked quite good if the blonde girl was being honest.

"Can I help you ?", he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually yes, you're sitting on my bench."
"I don't see your name on it."
"Well, take a look behind it, you'll see it is."
"Well Rosie, you should go and look for another bench because this is my favorite bench."
"And who are you bench stealer ?"
"Sirius."
"That's a strange name."
"It's the name of a star you know."
"Doesn't suit you then. Anyways. I had a shitty week so I'm gonna sit here whether you move or not."

Rosalie sat on the bench with her arms crossed in front of her and looked in front of her, not glancing in Sirius' direction once which made him chuckle.

"You have an accent, am I right? Where are you from?"
"Good job Sherlock, would you like a kiss as a reward ?"
"I mean if you insist..."
"Ew, stay away bench stealer."
"Come on Rosie, admit you want to kiss me !"
"Not even one bit. Anywho, to answer your question I'm French."
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir mademoiselle ?"

To Sirius' words, Rosalie broke into laughter. Even him started laughing at some point. For a few minutes, the brunette boy kept showing his French "skills" to the blonde girl and she kept laughing until tears were forming into her eyes.

"I have to admit it bench stealer, you're a funny character."
"Why, thank you mademoiselle Rosie, it is a pleasure to hear you laugh."

Rosalie just smiled to him. She took a cigarette out and groaned when she realized she didn't take a lighter with her. Sirius noticed it and took his out, lightning her cigarette for her and lightning his after it. The two stayed silent for a few minutes, this until the closest church rang it's bells and indicated them that it was two in the morning. Sirius got up and stretched, turning around to face Rosalie.

"Well Rosie-muggle-girl, it was a pleasure to meet you and in all honesty, I am looking forward our next meeting."
"The pleasure is mine Sirius-bench-stealer and so do I. What about tomorrow, same bench, but... four in the afternoon ?"
"Seems good to me. Let's just hope that the dragon that is guarding my house will let me pass."
"Let's hope that mine let me out too then. Goodbye not-so-stranger."
"Good night not-so-stranger."

And with that, Sirius turned around again and strutted to the opposite side of the park she had arrived from. Just before he disappeared in the dark, Rosalie called out to him.

"Oi stealer bench !"
"Yes ?"
"What on earth is a muggle ?"

Sirius just laughed and winked at her, leaving for good. Rosalie chuckled and left too, smiling goofily as she did so.