The McLaren Boys (Oscar Pastry)

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Rose Russo

"What happened? Your eyes are puffy." he said with a serious tone.
"Nothing happened Charles, let me go." I said, just wanting to get to my room, so I can listen to music, escape the world.

He didn't listen to me, just pulled me into his room and sat me on his bed.
"You and I will both sit here, until you don't tell me what happened." he stated, thinking it'll work.
"Then we'll both sit here until we die." I smirked and made myself comfortable on the bed.

Some minutes later, I unlocked my phone to watch some TikTok, but Charles snatched it out of my hand.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Without phones." he ordered and sat the phone next to him.

We were just staring at each other, then I would lay on his bed a little and stare at Charles again.

"Why do you want me to tell you so bad?" I asked him deep in thoughts.
"Because something is obviously happening in your life and I don't want to get that call again, Rose. You know how hard it was for me? For our whole family. You know why? Because we count you as ours. I can't bare seeing you in the hospital again. Not because of a damn suicide attempt!" he explained with tears forming in his eyes. I just stared at him as I didn't know what to say.

"So you're just gonna be silent again?! Tell me for God's sake. Stop thinking that you can deal with everything alone! You fucking can't!" he raised his voice.
"Tell me why you're not eating. Tell me why you came to my room for AirPods with teary and puffy eyes. Tell me why you don't want to talk to me, Arthur and maman anymore. Fucking tell me, Rose!" he yelled and tears were now streaming down both of our faces.

"I can't, Charles. You don't understand. If I tell you, it means I didn't make it through alone. That means i'm weak. I will punish myself for it. And you know my way of punishing myself." I whispered at him.

He just stepped to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"We will get through this. Together." he softly spoke and rubbed my spine.

"Now please tell me. You don't have to look at me but please just tell me. I won't talk, only listen." he said and looked me in the eyes, then kissed my forehead.

I took a deep breath.
"I can't eat. All of the comments, Charles. They're back. I just started to eat normally and now i'm fat for them. And i'm fat for me too. i have sixty-eight kilos, Charles. That's too much. I have to get to the fifty-five again. And my thighs. Did you see them? I look like a fucking whale. Every time I look myself in the mirror, I start crying. I can't bare looking at myself. I'm so fucking weak. Weak little girl again."

"I had sex with Oscar this morning..." I said hesitating. He looked at me shocked, but didn't say a word.
"I know. Don't even start."

"As I said. I had sex with Oscar this morning. Me and Lando should have a little girls night and it was the first thing I told him. He said that I should chill a bit and that I should stop being a whore. That I should stop fucking every guy, who gives me a bit of attention." I ended and started crying again.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, because you have your own problems. And you deal with them. I have to deal with them too. Alone. Without anyone helping me. And now talking to you, I broke my two rules.
Crying in front of people and opening up." I ended.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me. Now look at me. First of all, you're not fat. Okay? Sixty-eight kilos is not a lot. Rose, you have boobs and an ass." he chuckled.
"And next to that, also muscles. It's normal to weigh that much. And the time you had fifty-five kilos... Rose you were underweight. You were literally bones and skin. So no, you're not fat." he cupped my face and and looked me in the eyes.

"And about Oscar and Lando. What Lando did was fucking childish. I would go beat him up right now with pleasure.
What you did with Oscar was not wrong. It takes two to have sex and obviously you both agreed on it. So Lando should not blame only you. Even though, I believe he did not want to say that, i'm telling you to ignore him this weekend. Or maybe even the whole week." he said and hugged me again.

"And my problems aren't near yours. That's why I deal with them on my own."

"Thanks, Charles. You're the best brother in the world." I told him and squeezed the shit out of him with my hug.
"I can't breathe." he got out and I laughed.

"So.... I have crisps and sweets in my room. Want some?" I asked and he nodded enthusiastically.

We walked to my room, but there was Oscar standing in front of it.
"Go in, i'll come right after you." I whispered to Charles and gave him the key card.

He got into the room and I looked at Oscar.
"So you fuck every guy on the grid?" he asks sarcastically. Was he being serious right now?
"He is my brother, you arse." I hissed at him. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Never heard of 'brother from another mother'?" I snapped.
"Yes, yes I did. Sorry to assume..." he started but I stopped him.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked very unbothered.
"I came to apologise. I'm sorry for storming out of your room earlier. I was angry. I don't even know why. I guess, I kinda want to be your friend." he explained.
What was he talking about. I mean... Am I feeling the same? I don't know.

"Can I think about this all?" I asked and motioned between us.
"Of course. Take your time." he answered and smiled.

I then turned around to enter my room.
"Thank you. Thank you for today. For everything." he said and I stopped. I looked at him. Something clicked in my brain and I finally knew what I wanted.
"You don't need to thank me. That's what friends do, right?" I smiled and his eyes lit up. He then nodded and started walking to his room.

I smiled to myself and knocked on the door, so Charles would open them. He was at the door after two seconds later, already having a smirk on his face.

After I explained everything to him he just had a shocked expression.

"Why didn't you kiss him you dumbass?!"

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