The Domino Effect (Chaennie)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"It looks like a zoo in here," Alice exclaims as she and her sister stand at the entrance to their local supermarket, staring in awe at the sheer number of bustling customers. "but if all the animals were on heroin and then were told there was only one piece of food left." The brunette continued.

"I thought Black Friday was later in the week." Rosie mumbles, feeling very overwhelmed by how crowded the store was.

It was the Tuesday of Thanksgiving week, and all of the other people, similar to the twins, were trying to gather food and ingredients last minute for Thanksgiving dinner.

Alice suddenly, and dramatically turns to her sister, clutching onto both of the blonde's shoulders. "Okay. We divide and conquer. I'll go for the vegetables, you focus on finding the turkey."

Rosie is about to open her mouth in protest. She knows that there's likely not going to be one left, but Alice just keeps on talking. "If I perish in the sea of these crazies, tell JJ I love him."

Alice is gone before Rosie can even respond. She wants to groan at her sister's antics but settles for stomping her way to the frozen poultry section. She could deal with Alice later.

Once she arrives at the frozen food aisles, Rosie has to wrap her arms around herself because of the frosty air, despite wearing a pretty thick cotton jacket. She walks up and down the lanes, trying to spot an intact, frozen turkey.

Thanksgiving break had been extremely necessary for the girl. Like she had expected, her AP classes were absolutely kicking her ass, and on top of college applications, Rosie might as well had been a goner. AP music theory had no right being her hardest class.

The only reason Rosie hadn't completely dropped out of school and moved to a secluded part of the forest was because of Jennie.

But at the end of the day, wasn't everything about Jennie?

Rosie could only describe the feeling of these past three months with Jennie like slipping on an extremely old, faded, worn out sweater. A sweater she hadn't worn in years. A sweater that fit far too big on her so that the sleeves pooled over her palms, and the fabric had a few holes in it where the stitching became loose.

But it was baggy in a way that was comfortable, like receiving a hug from a giant teddy bear. She knew it just meant that she still had room to grow into it.

The fuzz inside the sweater was still soft, despite the years it was unworn, and it kept her warm. Very, very warm. It still had the same smell too. The smell of apple blossoms and cedar wood that Rosie could absolutely let engulf her senses, drowning in the aroma.

So Rosie didn't really care that the color of the sweater had faded two shades duller than it was before, and that the fabric needed a patch here and there, because it was her favorite sweater, and now that she had put it back on, she doesn't think she could ever take it off again.

Besides, the faded color just gave it a vintage look, like it was well loved.

That sweater is what it felt like every time Jennie stopped by the library she knew Rosie would be at in the mornings to slip the blonde a warm cup of coffee.

This is what it felt like every time Jennie insisted on studying on Rosie's bed instead of at a table, even though they both knew it would make Jennie fall asleep a couple hours into cramming for their Chemistry test.

This is what it felt like when Rosie would sneak out of her house at odd hours of the night to go grab a milkshake with Jennie, just to talk and talk, making up for all the years they didn't.