Rose Capaldi, obsessed with roses and chilies, has trouble deciding what's worse.
The fact that she can see other people's flashbacks or the fact that she attends the same highschool as Ash Darton, the sensation of WisterCrest High.
Ash and his be...
"They say red is the colour of love, that's the reason it hurts. For, everything red signifies danger. Love. Roses. Blood."
"Chick must've thought we deal drugs or something," said Blue kicking the creatine packet lying on the floor.
"What did you do now Leo?" asked Red, his veiny arms folded across his chest.
"Me?!" he asked pointing at himself. "I made her a sandwich with a ketchup smiley! Why would I try to harm?" said Leo, justifying by moving both hands in the air.
Red shook his head and went to the camera screens.
"Maybe Blue's right, she would've thought we're stoners." Leo said lightly while laying down on the leather couch, crossing both his arms behind his head.
"She was on foot that day," stated Red looking at Rose in the cameras,"she lives nearby."
"That doesn't give justice to the stolen cap and sneakers." said Blue opening his wardrobe.
"She wanted to be safe from the muggers, plus we still have her heels." Red pointed to the shiny black heels resting in the shoespace.
"Lets hope we bump into her again." shrugged Leo. "Where's kiddo by the way?" asked Leo, watching the sunrise from the window of the lounge.
"He's-" Red stopped.
All three of them looked at eachother. They were so rolled up in Rose's drama that they forgot he hasn't been home since yesterday.
They grabbed their helmets and started their bikes.
He knew where he could be, if he wasn't wrong.
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"So you're saying some greek gods saved you from some druggies and turns out they are druggies too?" asked Bex, chewing gum and picking her nails.
"Yeah and i don't know anything about them. Their real names or faces or address. Nothing!" said Rose jumping back on her bed.
"That so not you," she pointed her well manicured finger at Rose. "You know everything!"
"Wrong. I remember everything. There's a difference. How can i know their faces if i never saw them?" Rose shrugged.
Their was an awkward silence which was then broken by Bex.
"And care to explain why you're wearing a cap at this hour?" asked Bex pointing at her head.
"I didn't want some drunkards to attack me again, see it worked." said Rose, in a tada manner
"So about this Red...?" she asked knudging her teasingly.
"Oh shut up Bex! I don't even know him. Thankfully, i would never see them again." she said looking at the ceiling.
"You're joking, right? Bex asked sarcastically.
Rose looked at her confused. Then it hit her.
Her heels.
"Oh no no n-" she was cut off by Bex.
"Oh yes! There is no compromise over heels babes." stated Bex
"So what about the BBQ party? Is it rescheduled or something?" asked Rose, changing thr topic.
"Yeah, it started pouring that day so we had to cancel. Maybe next week."
"But we have school next week!" said Rose. Bex shrugged in response.
They were now downstairs at the main door. It was pretty dark outside.
Bex started her car, sat in the driver's seat and rolled down the window.
"Bye babes! Oh and i'm rooting for you guys." She winked and took off in her car.
Rose shook her head smiling at the car's tail lights. Then something came to mind and she rushed upstairs.
Stimulus.
She opened her red diary and jotted down Leo's tragedy.
Belts, scars, brown shoes, leaving home.
Then it hit her.
How could she be so stupid? It was so obvious.
Her bleeding hand Bruno's scraped knee Leo's bleeding finger
She knows the stimulus of her flashbacks is.
Its blood.
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Well i really like where all this is going. Share your thoughts in the comments. Also, the next chapter has a twist. Stay safe!
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