Andromache (Rosé x fem reader)

κεφάλαιο I

Black roots seeped from the blonde strands that engulfed the girl's hair. A loose braid that laid dramatically yet, elegantly on her shoulder like a character of an old black and white movie after they'd fainted. Creamy pale skin with blood peeking creating a blush. Two moles exquisitely resting on her cheek close to her nose and another by her lips— the lips that I've always dreamt of kissing. She smelt so good and was an enrichment to my nostrils as she rested next to me gazing at the white ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks turning her head towards me. Her lips pursed and her eyelids flickered up and down. Her facial expression was deliberate, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her as I was too lost in the moment.

"Nothing I'm just really relaxed right now," I answered.

I turned my head back to look at the ceiling to avoid gay panicking, it was always hard to stare at such a beautiful girl especially when all I wanted was her and she— she didn't even look my way, at least not the way I wanted her to.

We spent the afternoon eating dinner together since our parents knew each other, quite frankly how we met. We would have hang-out days like preschool kids did and we just rode around in her toy car with me being a passenger and controlling the music, at that time we were obsessed with Bruno Mars.

We decided to go to the park to walk the food off our stomachs which made us feel like we had a huge rock resting on our abdomens. We only sat outside of the playground, admiring the kids who were playing 'the floor is lava.' It made us miss times especially when the kids almost touched each other as they ran across the playground probably resulting in a few wood chips inside their shoes or under their sandals. That feeling was accelerating and we both agreed that we would kill to be able to innocently experience that again. One thing led to another and we started talking about our favorite memories from when we were younger; like when she snuck a lizard into her room and we were examining it on her bed until her mom walked In which made me freak out and roll out of her bed and under.

After the sun was coming down, we had to head back because even though it was a safe neighborhood, it didn't stop sick people from strolling around parks; seeking vulnerable helpless kids, especially girls.

We ended up going through the patio door where we entered the kitchen and found a bag of jumbo marshmallows, graham crackers, and a Hershey's chocolate bar.

Her older sister, Alice, helped us start a fire— and it's not that we don't know how to I mean we are 17 after all but, the last time we did I had the smell of burnt hair stuck with me for hours and a friend who was freaking out because she was scared that she'd have to cut her hair or worse, have a bald spot.

A subtle smile couldn't help but creep up on my face as I remembered our day and the ones before today. I also couldn't help but smile as I thought about the girl who I was in love with, her lips covered in melted marshmallow and chocolate; crumbs sticking on the sticky sweets and some falling onto her shirt and lap.

"No, you're definitely thinking about something! Is it your crush again?" As far as she's aware, she has knowledge of me having a crush I just haven't told her (for obvious reasons) who this said crush was.

My smile faded away at her words because I wanted to tell her how I felt but I just knew that I couldn't. I also didn't want to mess up the precious bond we have. "Do you remember when we went to that little forest area your mom told us to stay away from?" I reminisced to avoid the question.

She sat up, her back hunched. I continued to lie burying my arm under my head for more support and a better angle of her face and body. Roseanne's eyebrows met creating parallel lines in front of her brows.