Red Strings 🧶 (A Rosénali Story)

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Rosé's POV:
Symone ran into my room, really out of breath.
Her hair was loose and her lipstick was slightly smudged.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked.
"Just- [breath] a- little [breath] errand." She replied, still catching her breath.

Symone got her phone out and dialled a number. As I set up my vanity and organised my makeup, Symone waited at the front door.
A few minutes passed and someone arrived at the house. A girl with deep red hair walked in with Symone into my room.

"Hi! You're Rosé right?." Said the girl.
"It's really nice to meet you Gigi." I replied.
"So my friend Symone told me you needed help from us for you and your sisters." Said Gigi.

"Yes. My sisters and I have a girl group called 'Stephanies Child' and we have a gig next Saturday."
"That's cute! Why do you need Symone and I's help?" Asked Gigi.
"You both have impeccable fashion styles. My sisters and I need a look for our performance."

"Amazing! Okay, do you guys have any preferences for your looks? Like fabric, style etc." questioned Gigi.
"Well, each of us have a designated colour. I am clearly pink, Lagoona is blue and Jan is purple."
"Ok cool. What would you say your styles are?"

"Jan is very preppy, Lagoona is just so cool and I... I really don't know."
"She a bad-ass." Said Symone.
"Ok... so from what I hear I think I have a few ideas. I will head back home and see what I come up with. Thank you for asking me for help."
"No problem."
"Symone, I'll text you when I need help."
Gigi and I shared a hug before she left.

"Ok, so why am I still here?" Asked Symone.
"I need help for school outfits. I have worn every thing in my closet. If there is something I haven't, it was from my mum."
Symone looked all around my closet and shrugged. She looked in her bag and passed me a really cute lace up crop top.

"Symone I can't wear this to school. I'll get dress coded and I'll get detention and will be stuck with the weirdos."
"Just wear this long sleeve white shirt underneath."
She threw me a shirt and I laid my clothes on my bed. She soon passed me three more crop tops in different shades of pink and styles.
"Thanks for the shirts. Also, next time I go shopping, you're coming with me."
We both sat on the floor and just scrolled on our phones.

"Hey... so what were you actually doing before you got here?" I asked Symone as I turned off my phone.
"Why do you want to know?" She replied, clearly nervous.
"Your hair was messy and your lipstick was smudged. Did you make out with Nick again? I told you he was a player."
"No- it wasn't Nick."
"Ok who? James? Ew..."

"IT WASN'T A BOY. HAPPY NOW?!" She snapped.