Rosie's Pov
Heyy chapter twelve!!!
If you guys have made it this far, I just wanna say TYSM <3. Writing this story has been a blessing and a curse; a blessing because I love the plot and I love where I'm going to take the story, but a curse because as of right now I haven't gotten any reads ):. But! I wanted to talk to you guys about something more important. (whoever does start reading this).
I know I have been writing this story in both points of view, but I think I'm going to start focusing more on Rosie's, because I feel I connect with her a bit more. What do we think? Keep it going with both or give Rose some time to shine?! Let me know besties, but in the mean time, please enjoy this verryy juicy chapter<3 xxx.
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"So Mr. Dean." I start, anticipating any kind of reaction that would reveal the truth about his secret identity.
Instead I get the dorkiest chuckle, which is ironic because the word dork and James just didn't fit together.
"You're too pretty to be so mysterious." I blurt out like a fool.
He looks down at me with a confused expression, and I mentally punch myself but it's too late to stop talking now.
"I just mean all of your features are very light. The sandy brown hair, the bright blue eyes. You don't really fit into the "tall dark and handsome" category appearance wise, but somehow you are all three of those things." I explain.
"Especially the last one right?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me.
"Especially." I reply without a thought.
"Oh my gosh!" I realize what I just agreed with, and it wasn't that I didn't agree, it was more so me not wanting him to know I agree.
I burry my face in my palms, and try to hide my cheeks which were currently blushing.
James is laughing so hard at me and I wish I could see those dimples but I'm too embarrassed to peek.
"I'm sorry sometimes I say whatever comes to my brain and-" I start sheepishly, but am abruptly cut off by James.
He grabs ahold of my hand and intertwines our fingers. He signals me to get behind him, so I comply.
He begins squeezing my hand, so tight that even if I wanted to let go I wouldn't be able to.
"Can I help you?" I hear him say in a sturdy voice.
"Who's that pretty thing behind you?" A stale voice says and for some reason, I'm unsettled.
I shift on my feet and place my hand on my pearls, saying a brief prayer to keep myself calm.
"None of your concern." James replies in an even steadier voice than the first.
"Hmph." The unknown man replies.
"How's your mother?" He asks, and this time I hear an unfamiliar accent. I can't put my finger on where it's from, but wherever it was who would James know from there?
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