Based on the song "Rude by Mag!c"
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Rosie's POV:
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Jennie had been acting strangely all week-anxious, on edge, as if she were hiding something important. I knew she loved surprises, but this felt different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but deep down, I couldn't shake a nagging suspicion-an unsettling, yet concerning feeling.
When I got the text from her saying she was headed to my parents' house alone, my stomach twisted into knots. She had never done that before. Sure, Jennie had come over a million times, but she always made sure I was there. My dad was a tough one, and we both knew it. He had always been... distant when it came to our relationship-supportive in a polite way but never warm, never truly approving. I could see it in his eyes, the way his smile never quite showed happiness when he saw us together.
And now, Jennie was going there. Alone.
I paced in my office, biting my lip as I thought about what might be going on. Was she-oh god, was she asking my dad for his blessing? My heart skipped a beat at the thought. That had to be it. I knew Jennie had already made several attempts to get my dad's blessing, and I understood how hard she had tried. But my dad...
I hated to admit it, but I didn't have much hope. He had always been so set in his ways, in his beliefs. It wasn't just about us; it was everything-tradition, religion, and what he thought was 'the right way' to live. Jennie was everything to me, but I knew she was everything my dad didn't want for me.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed my purse and keys, rushing out of my office. The drive to my parents' house felt like an eternity. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, heart pounding with every turn. What if my dad said no? What if he shattered Jennie's confidence? Or worse-what if he made her doubt everything we had?
By the time I pulled up to the house, my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I couldn't let my own fears show. Not now.
I stepped out of the car and made my way up the path to the front door. It was slightly ajar, and as I got closer, I could hear voices-Jennie's voice, low and steady, and my dad's, cold and sharp as ever.
I paused at the doorway, peeking in just enough to see Jennie standing there, facing my father with her back straight, her eyes filled with determination. My heart swelled with pride, even as I felt a stab of anxiety. She was fighting for us. For me.
"You'll regret this," my dad said, his voice tinged with something bitter. I couldn't see his face from where I stood, but I could hear the anger in his words.
Jennie's response, however, made my heart ache and soar all at once. "No, I won't," she said, her voice soft but certain. "And neither will Rosie."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. She had always been so brave, so strong. I wanted to rush in and wrap my arms around her, tell her I loved her, and reassure her that it didn't matter what my dad said because I was hers, forever. But before I could make a move, Jennie turned and started walking toward the door.
I quickly stepped aside, hiding behind the wall as she stepped outside. I took a deep breath to compose myself and then followed her.
"Jennie?" I called softly.
She froze, turning to look at me. Her eyes softened the moment they met mine. "Rosie..."
I rushed toward her, throwing my arms around her neck. I could feel the tension in her body, the weight of the conversation she had just had. She pulled me closer, her arms wrapping tightly around me, holding me as if I might slip away the moment she let go.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered into her shoulder. "I knew he'd say no. I knew it."
Jennie pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her hand gently cupping my cheek. "It doesn't matter what he said, Rosie. I love you-so much that nothing could ever change that. And I'm going to marry you, whether we have his blessing or not."
Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time they were tears of love and relief, knowing that Jennie was mine and I was hers, no matter what. "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper."
Jennie smiled that same cute, gummy smile of hers that had made me fall for her in the first place. "Of course I do. We don't need anyone else's approval, Rosie. It's us-only us. You and me."
I leaned into her, resting my forehead against hers. "I love you so much, Jennie. I don't care what my dad thinks. I just want to be with you."
Slowly, she kissed me-gentle and tender. In that moment, everything else faded away. The world was just us-no disapproving parents, no expectations, no rules. Just love.
When we finally pulled apart, Jennie looked into my eyes, her voice soft but filled with that same resolve. "So, what do you say, Rosie? Run away with me?"
I laughed, while she wiped my tears. "You know I would, in a heartbeat."
Jennie grinned. "Good. Because I meant what I said. We'll be a family, no matter what."
I nodded, my heart full and steady. "Yeah, we will."
And in that moment, I knew-no matter how hard the world might try to keep us apart, Jennie and I were going to write our own story, together.
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