I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
Bitch ~ Meredith Brooks
Rosie's POV
"Where are you going?" Blake asked.
I grabbed my bag and looked at him. "Peytons."
"How come?"
I looked at him strangely. "Are you serious?"
"What no I mean I know why, but I thought Matt was, you know."
"That whole sentence made no sense Blake." I said walking to the door. "But well Matt let her down again and when I spoke to her earlier she didn't sound so great."
"Oh okay." He said kissing my cheek. "Tell her hi."
"I will."
I walked out and got into the car.
I'd decided to go and keep Peyton happy and my guess was she was having a little trouble doing a few things, so I'd help her with that too.
Stupid Matt, I thought as I drove, always letting her down, I sincerely hoped she took my advice and talked to him, enough was enough.
I turned into Peytons street and was surprised to see Matt's car parked in her drive. Maybe she had taken my advice.
I got out, walking up the path and knocked on the door. It seemed to take forever but finally Matt opened the door.
I looked at the big goof, standing there smiling, like a lovesick idiot, it was all over his face.
"I came by to see if she needed anything." I told him quietly.
Peyton was sleeping on the couch and Matt shrugged.
"But I'm guessing you have everything under control." I said.
He smiled. "I wouldn't say that."
"Okay, come on." I said heading into the kitchen. "I need a drink."
I grabbed a soda from the fridge and looked at him. "So, what are your plans for today?"
"Well after Peyton has some sleep, we're going to talk."
"That's good Matt, it's really good." It was fabulous.
"What's good?" Peyton asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Everything." I said smiling at her.
"Why are you awake?" Matt asked her.
She shrugged and I watched as he pulled her into his arm's, kissing the top of her head. My insides just about burst with joy, let me tell you.
"Rosie, can you do me a favor?" Peyton asked me, peeking out from Matt's embrace.
"Of course, I'm here to serve." God, Blake would die if he heard me say that.
"Could you please help me have a shower?"
I put my drink down. "Can't Matt help you?" I said smirking.
Matt grinned while Peyton blushed.
"Of course I'll help you." I told her. "Come on."
I led her into the bathroom and looked around.
"You're gonna have to have a bath." There was no way she could have a shower.
I started running the bath while Peyton got undressed. I was shocked at the bruises on her body.
"Oh Peyton." I whispered.
"I'm fine Rosie, but can you do me a favor?"
I nodded, I'd do anything for her.
"Can you wash my hair?"
I laughed. "Of course."
So Peyton got in the bath awkwardly, keeping her hand with the cast up, and I sat on the edge, washing her hair gently so that I didn't wet the stitches in forehead.
"So Matt." I said, rubbing in shampoo.
"Yeah."
"Did you talk yet?" I already knew they hadn't.
"Soon."
"Kissing?"
She smiled. "Yes."
"Good."
It was good, it was great. I wanted Peyton to be happy.
I finished her hair, helping her dry and get dressed, then we went back out to the living room, Matt smiled as soon as he saw her.
"Do you feel better?" He asked her softly, holding out his hand.
She took his hand sitting next to him on the couch.
Okay, it was time for me to leave. Threes a crowd and all that.
"Well I'll see you later." I said, heading for the door.
"Rosie." Peyton said. "You don't have to go."
I laughed, I couldn't help it. "Yeah I do." Clearly they wanted to talk, they needed to talk. "I'll call later, don't worry."
"Okay and thanks."
I opened the door then turned back. "Remember what I said big boy." I told Matt.
He nodded. "Oh I will."
I smiled as I drove home. I really hoped everything worked out for those two, they both deserved it.
Now, I needed food for this devil spawn in my uterus.
