Marriage was something I never thought about. I was only twenty-one years old, living in Amsterdam renting an apartment close to the café-part of town. I shared the small place with my friend Rose, just like her name she truly was a rose. Beautiful, lovely and flirtatious.
I studied photography. I wanted to become a concert photographer but I only got small jobs. You know, the ones where you try to get a good shot in a cafe that's drowning in people. And from bands who nobody knows, so the money I made was close to nothing.
Rose had a small store close to our home. She sold mostly band related things. She listened to metal a lot, like Asking Alexandria, Bring Me The Horizon, Of Mice and Men and tons of others. I wasn't particularly a big fan but I didn't mind it when she played some.
Rose had black hair with pink/reddish streaks in it. It came just underneath her shoulder blades and was curly. She had a fringe and it made her look cute. Overall her hair gave her a really tough yet sweet look.
She also had a silver septum piercing. Not all people can have one but she pulled it off really well. She wore mostly black and lots of leather jackets. I swear she had over 20 different leather jackets.
She wasn't very tall, but neither was I. We both came around 5,7". I was slightly taller though but it wasn't much, maybe an inch.
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9.15 PM
"What're you gonna wear to Sophie's bachelor's party?" I was hanging up our wet laundry to dry and Rose was watching TV, one of our favourite films would come on in about 15 minutes.
"Something simple, I don't wanna steal the show even though it's hard with looks like these." I made an awful 'sexy' pose.
"Oh yeah, so hard." Rose smirked.
"Hey missy, film starts in less than 10 minutes. What about you getting some snacks?"
Rose sighed, "fine, but only 'cause I love you so much."
I finished hanging the laundry and went through the small hall to our bathroom.
It was so small, just big enough for a toilet and a crappy shower.
When I was done I noticed the toilet paper was all gone. Shit. Ofcourse now.
"Ehhm, Rosy?" I put on my loveliest voice.
"Yo, what's up?" I heard from the kitchen that was right across the bathroom.
"Could you roll me another roll of toilet paper?" I asked doubtful.
"What if I don't?" Was she really going to play this game now?
"Then I'll kill you in your sleep. Now give me some paper for fuck's sake!"
"Alright! Only 'cause you are so nice and kind." She opened the door a bit and a hand with a fresh roll of paper came in.
"Thank-you, hun!"
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10.30 PM
"FINALLY!" Rose ran through the hall to the bathroom. She waited 45 minutes until the commercials. Even though we had seen Hotel Transylvania a thousand times.
(Yes, our favourite film was a kids one. But who cares?)
"HURRY UP! IT'S STARTING AGAIN!"
I heard Rose unlock the door in a hurry. Then a loud bang and an even louder "FUCK!". Obviously banged her toe or whatever other body part against the door or something.
