𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 // Chaelisa

Chapter Eleven

"Please don't do this to me" the blonde haired girl whined as she had her face covered with her hands, preventing her eyes from the sunlight that shined through her curtains and lit up her bedroom.

This whole atmosphere would actually be super chill if it wasn't for Lisa's number one enemy who's lifegoal is to terrify Lisa every morning from monday to friday. 

"I hate you. More than I hate anything else in my life" Lisa playfully sang as she turned on her left side to mute her despised ringer.

"At least it's friday" was audible underneath a sigh from Lisa as she stood infront of her bed, trying to motivate herself for the last day of school of this week.

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Rosé, who laid on her back and her soft blanket only covered her body until a bit above her hip, woke up, also to the sound of her ringer. But unlike Lisa, Rosé doesn't have a hate relationship with her ringer since her ringer isn't an, as Lisa would say "Hell's birth" ringer. Her ringer still plays that sweet melody that pulls her out of sleep gently every school day.

As the australian girl slowly opened her brown eyes, the first thing she noticed was that her sight had a pinkish filter on it. This was probably because some of her pinkish dyed hair was laying over her eyes. 

A small snicker escaped the lips of Roseanne, wondering how much she had moved and rolled in her bed the last night that her hair was this much out of place. 

With one hand movement, the pinkish strains were gone and Roseanne's view was clear.

Having both feet on the bedroomfloor while sitting on the edge of her big bed, Rosé finally muted her ringer before she cutely rubbed both of her still a bit heavy eyes.

Looking into a mirror while applying moisterizer on her face, Rosé thought about the upcoming schooltime and what kind of subject she has. "Okay...history and sport...and some other classes"

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Meanwhile Lisa stepped out of her bathroom, her outift on point and made her way downstairs where she was drawn to by the thought of food.

A slice of bread with some creamy nutella should do the job for this friday's breakfast.

Sitting on her wodden eatingtable with her phone resting in Lisa's hand with a Youtube video playing on it were Lisa's ideal mornings. Well...apart from the mornings she can sleep in of course.

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Rosé firstly was confused as she came downstairs and her mother was nowhere to be found. Neither in the kitchen, neither in the living room or anywhere else in this big mansion where it's not to rare someone or something get's lost. It's just like with prince Louis the fourteenth. This guy had about 1'300 rooms in his house also known as Versailles. People got lost there so many times. That's how Rosé sometimes feel with her home.

No but for real, Rosé wasn't aware of some appointment her mother would have today in the morning. The confusion is Rosé's view was visible as she walked around her house, looking for her apparently despawned mom. 

Arriving in the kitchen, Rosé literally felt like this was some sort of joke from her mom. She searched the whole house, went stairs up and down, in and out just so she could find a note on the fridge door in the end?

"Morning Roseanne. I'm sorry, my team called me early this morning and told me that they need to do some slight changes on my book. So I had to rush off way earlier than you would wake up. But! I bought you your favorite cereals. Lucky Charms! They're in the shelf. Love you, have a good day" 

The lucky charms her mom bought made up for the effort Roseanne just invested to creep around in the house like some sort of detective who was looking for evidence to solve a murder.