Love, Rose

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It was February again, the month of love. All the girls in her school have been endlessly fantasizing about the valentine’s ball which was coming up next Saturday. The hallways were filled with red hearts and posters advertising the ball. Most of the girls in school already had boyfriends that they had already planned to go with, some will go stag and go out with their friends and the rest, die of restlessness from not knowing how to approach their long time crushes (this part of the school population, my friend, is what Rose Heathcliff is in).

No matter how much Rose had tried to deny it, the fact still remains that she’s in love with Rachel Summers. Rachel had always said that she loved her, but it had always meant more of like a friendship love rather than a lover love. Rachel and Rose have been best friends since they were still in diapers. Between the two, Rachel has always been the pretty one, the more outgoing one, and the popular one while Rose the quiet, reserved friend who follows her around wherever she goes. People see Rose as the ‘pathetic’ one, yet Rachel stayed with her, and protected her from all her ‘tormentors’. So you could say, that Rose was popular but only by association. The hard part about all of this is that confessing that tidbit information about her feelings to Rachel who have always thought that her friend swung for the same team as her.

To Rachel, Rose has always been the friend, the wing’woman’ that makes sure her crush likes her back. Before, Rose didn’t care much about who Rachel dates, she was just happy for her, but after awhile, whenever Rose sees Rachel hook up with a guy, heartache was evident in her eyes. And Rose realized why. Of course Rose acted the same towards Rachel after her discovery except she puts more space between her and Rachel without realizing  and hid her feelings from Rachel, lying every time Rachel complains about her being more distant. Her heart breaks every time she had to lie to her best friend. They had never lied to each other before, they had always been open with each other’s secrets.

Rose sighed frustratedly, groaning at how much time she had left before she would finally tell Rachel. Rose was always at a constant turmoil with herself, she had planned on telling her for a long time now, but she always backed out at last minute. She was a scaredy cat, a pathetic geeky scaredy cat. Rose gritted her teeth and gave herself a pep talk every morning: You are going to do it today! If you never tell her, she’ll never know! And every day she backs out of her confrontation just as Rachel approaches her.

She looked at the mirror and cringed at her baggy clothes. No wonder, everyone thinks you’re just a geek, her subconscious smirked at her, you have no sense of fashion and all you do is bury your head in your books. Rachel had urged Rose multiple times wear more revealing clothes and had always complained about how she dressed like a conservative nun. She had always hated the way I dress, maybe I should change it up for her. She dug up through her closet and found a still tagged dress. The dress was the only decent thing she had hanging in her closet. She eyed the floral dress, unsure of how she’d look in the dress. She knew she didn’t have the best figure in the world. Her figure was tall and lanky, and she was always in a slouched position.

Determined to improve her look, Rose took out the tag and quickly slipped on the dress. It was a little tight on her since she bought it about two years ago when she was a bit more thinner. It fell down to just above her knees and the sides of the dress had triangle cutouts that exposed some of her skin. The dress had actually accentuated her curves and showed a little more cleavage than she had minded but it was all for Rachel, she reminded herself. Since she didn’t have any heels or wedges, she decided to just wear her Dr Martens boots. She straightened her blond unruly hair that seemed to appear whenever she woke up. Then she exchanged her glasses for contacts and applied light makeup which she has never done before. She grabbed her backpack from her chair, before running down the stairs. As she bounced off the last step, her body crashed into a wall of muscles.