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VISIT EIGHT:

Reason: Check up

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Time in: 8:00 am October 14th, 2014

Jennie was starting to realize that Roseanne Park was literally everywhere. It seemed strange that she never paid attention before. Coming into the office every day she couldn't not see Rosie's face on one of the magazines laid out in the waiting room. Pictures of Rosie walking, looking at her phone, buying coffee... vaping ( something that now Jennie only found mildly disgusting). And she always looked so...good.

Jennie saw the one outfit she was wearing, the overalls and brastrap number, on the cover of a tabloid magazine. And it didn't look skimpy, just cute. Rosie was cute, and begrudgingly, Jennie could see the appeal.

Her music wasn't terrible either. Jennie had made the mistake of turning on a mainstream station out of curiosity, and Rosie's newest single just happened to be playing. From there Jennie listened to snippets of other songs.

It almost became hard not to think of Rosie, just because everywhere Jennie turned Rosie was just there, her music or her face of some random merchandise. So actually seeing her felt weird. Like it was just registering that Rosie actually was a celebrity and not just some bratty patient.

Jennie said nothing but a short greeting upon entering the room, giving the occasional glance to Rosie.

Rosie swung her legs back and forth, watching Jennie closely. She could feel it. It made her squirmy, like performing under pressure. And how was she supposed to really act after their last meeting? She should act normal? Right?

"How are you feeling?" Jennie asked, taking a quick look at the chart and seeing nothing of real significance.

Rosie covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a loud yawn. "Tired. Have you listened to my music yet, Jennie?"

Jennie whipped her body around. Why did she say that? She brought her hand up to her hair, curled it at the ends, a brief distraction from Rosie - not that she needed to be distracted or anything. "I--yes. It's kind of hard not to," Jennie said.

Rosie's entire body lifted at that. "Well, did you like it?"

The cool metal of her stethoscope rested in Jennie's hands as she brought it over to Rosie.

"It wasn't bad. Breathe in."

Rosie sucked in a gulp of air, then exhaled it all while saying, "Wasn't bad? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you like incapable of compliments or something?"

Jennie circled the bell to Rosie's back, leaning over her. Like this, she couldn't see Rosie's face, but they were pressed tighter together. "Maybe I was just trying to spare you from saying it was bad."

Rosie huffed in, more out of indignance than to help Jennie hear the steady, but quick pace of her heart. "It is not bad. Rosie doesn't do anything badly!"

"Except stay still?" Jennie asked, pulling away. She cocked her brow, watching Rosie's face scrunch up in that strangely adorable - wait, not adorable - annoying way she does.

"An idol should never stay still for too long!"

"You're insufferable."

"Just admit you like my music, Jennie. Everyone does." She placed her hand on her chin, leaning in on it. If she tilted forward anymore Jennie thought she'd fall, which could be amusing, but also could delay her entire day.

"You're going to fall."

"Answer me."

Catchy, interesting composition - not that Jennie would say it out loud, but good vocals. "It was...okay," Jennie said.

"Okay?" she pouted, gave a small, " humph."

Child. "Okay."

"Okay," Rosie said back, her lips twisting up this time. Jennie didn't like that look, it was devilish, a scheming look. Definitely scheming. But after that, Rosie didn't bring up the music again, settling with tiresome small talk for the rest of the appointment.