Saving Rose

Wendy

So, the reason I haven't written as much lately has been partially because I feel like its useless. I'd love to know if anyone is actually reading this. Just a simple, five second comment would make my day :)

On the drive back to the venue, Jaime explains how he managed to find me, using dramatic hand gestures. I sit calmly in the passenger seat, trying to forget about my... Problem earlier. As he talks, I stare out the window. I count the number of beautiful things in the world I know I'd miss if I died. So far, I'm past a hundred. From creamy ice cream, to majestic clouds, to music. I don't know how I thought I'd kill myself when that would mean no more music.

"So, I just followed you, with the intentions of apologizing... Basically," he finishes, giving me a supportive smile. I manage a small smile back, to let him know how hard I'm trying. He stares at my face for a few moments, before I snap my fingers in his face and his head jerks forwards, back to watching the road. I smile a little to myself because of that. I can tell he's utterly in love with me. Just as I am with him.

I couldn't have just left Jaime, right? I'm already practically intoxicated from him, my head spinning a little from his eyes, hair, smile, face, voice, everything. Of course, I just sat on the edge of a building for a pretty long time. That might have something to do with it.

I reach over to grab his water, fumbling around a little bit to find it. Once I do, I twist off the cap and gulp down as much as I can. I don't really want to get a headache because I forgot to drink water at all today.

I easily finish the bottle, setting it down where I'll remember to throw it away when we get back. Jaime chuckles slightly at me, not stopping when he sees my slightly confused expression.

"You know, all of us guys would be a mess without you keeping us in line. 'Neat, clean, and organized' would disappear. " H says, but makes it clear he has more to say, so I shut my mouth and listen. "We... We all need you, Rosie. I know how cheesy it sounds, but I swear to God it's absolutely true. I need you," he says softly, and my heart swells.

I can't believe how my entire life, I've been missing out on love. I never got close enough to care, or even really be cared about. Now, it's different. Way different.

When we get back, I slowly step out. I instantly remember that I need to tell Jaime something. I wait for him to get out, then start to speak once he's walking around the other side of the car, towards me.

"When I went there, at first, I wanted to die," I start, trying to see his reaction. He solemnly nods, signaling to continue. I do.

"Then, I kind of... Got a little more rational, I guess. I wasn't gonna do it, I decided, by the time you appeared out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me." I say, trying to be as open as possible with him. Once it's out, I feel a lot better.

He nods, grabbing my hand and brushing his lips against my forehead. "Thank you for not killing yourself," he says, then gently tugs on my hand. We both start walking, neither one really wanting to talk much. It's peaceful, and I enjoy holding his hand.

"Hey, I already told everyone I found you, and that you just needed some... Some space," Jaime starts, looking at me for a moment. "And we decided just to have a... Kind of band get-together thing. A potluck. Or as close to a potluck as a bunch of rockstars on tour can get," he continues, and I chuckle amusingly at the potluck remark.

"So, that's at, ummm, 6, since all the concerts are over early, at 4:30, today, so we have plenty of time on our hands. I thought that we could go listen to a band for a while. I just really feel bad about earlier," he says, looking at me guiltily. I sigh, thinking about how cute he looks when he pouts. Dimples just make everything so much better. Suddenly, curiosity overcomes me.