Ear Candy - A WLW Fiction

Chapter 15

Rosie's POV

     I sang at the top of my lungs as the blaring music made me feel like I'm vibrating from the inside due to the bass.

   I was dying to change.

    The things that I once hated had become my thing. From listening to classical musics—to listening to reggaeton and party music. From staying at home and paint—to finding time to go clubbing. From wearing conservatively—to actively experimenting myself and wearing the skimpiest I could own.

   I don't give a fuck how long the length in changing could go. I just have to make sure the past dies with it.

   Her band has been invited to International Galas and Concerts which probably means she's doing good. I hate seeing her face on Ads and Commercial Billboards. It fuels up my anger to try and be a whole different person.

   She had her life planned in a right path, meanwhile I couldn't even figure out what I wanna be at the moment. I just knew I had to look and be better.

   I changed my home address and try dating girls that unfortunately didn't last because of my attachment issues. Yes, I finally did start dating. But all don't seem genuine, 20% of them  just wanted a free portrait and bounce out. 80% of them are only looking for hookups, which I could not give. I'm fine with making out but sex? No. Never again. Sexting? Probably.

   Denisse seems uptight now that I'm actually trying to have fun. She used to tell me to have fun, now I'm wondering what's gotten into her now that Devin had been more and more involved in my party routine.

   I took a hit of smoke from Devin's cigar stick and chuckled when she talked about this one girl who thought that she works in this club because Devin's outfit seem identical to the bartender's outfit.

   "That means you got to change your clothes. I got a dress to spare in my truck if you like." I teased and took a shot of alcohol a little too aggressively  and felt the liquid dripping down my chin as I gulped down from the glass.

   I grimaced and wiped the liquid off my mouth before standing up.

  "I'm going on a dance—"

   "Roseanne Jean! Where do you think you're going?" I wheezed when I finally saw Denisse with a furrowed brows.

   "This is crawzy. I thought you wouldn't make it." I slurred and wrapped my arms around her. "I missed you Denisse, why haven't you been around, huh?"

  "Damn it! Devin, I told you to look after her!" I heard Denisse hissed.

"N-No... No-No.. No... Don't be mad at Devin, sweetie. It's all on my own Accord, seriously." I said, pointing at myself aggressively.

  "Rosie, You are out of control. We need to go home." She said and grab my arm to drag me out of the club. I quickly pulled back my arm, almost stumbling by my uncontrollable force.

  "No!! I don't want to go home! Please give me er... Until 10:30 pm and then you can take me home." I pleaded with my hands clasped together.

  She looked at me animatedly. "Babes. It's already 11 pm. You're way pass your negotiable time."

  My mouth formed into an 'o' when she showed me her phone, revealing the clock.

   "Well... Uhm.. 10:30... Tomorrow?" I meekly requested with the feeling of diffident. Instead of a reply, she grabbed my purse and took out my car key.

  "We need to talk." She sighed before ushering me to sit on the shotgun seat. "But.. I'm driving.." I slowly said, almost tripping over my own foot as I followed her.