Rose's World

Chapter Three - Awkward Turtles

Chapter Three - Awkward Turtles

"I think any guy who says 'I've never had an awkward moment with a girl' is a liar." - Daniel Radcliffe

Dedicated to @Fooshiekins for being all out amazing; I love you, Steph.

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I'm a pushover. That's why shit happened to me.

I realized this as I sat with Charlie after giving in to going out for dinner. I had argued that it was a waste of money, but yet there I sat in a restaurant, wearing a red dress and black converses. Charlie was dolled up in a blue dress and six inch heels. She wasn't one for going out usually, but there was a catch - there was always a catch.

Jonathan and Ben sat opposite us. Fantastic.

Jonathan and Charlie hit it off, apparently. The two had added each other on Facebook and talked for hours on end. This was their idea of a first date. One with Ben and myself. Ben was hating it, being out in a fancy pair of jeans and drenched in cologne. I wasn't having a ball either, hating having my face caked in about three layers of foundation. Charlie had attacked me earlier with a make up brush and eyelash curlers. Those things looked like a torture weapon, not a vanity product.

"Can I take your orders?" a perky waitress called. Her voice was too optimistic; I wanted to stab her. I compromised by stabbing the bread roll beside me. Close enough.

"Yeah, could we have spaghetti for two?" Jonathan said, making Charlie giggle. I stared at her. Where was my angry, feisty flatmate? Had aliens abducted her and left me with a giggly, girly replacement?

"Chicken schnitzel and chips would be great," I muttered. "And the strongest beer you lot have here."

"Same for me too." Ben said. We exchanged a glance; alcohol was the only escape from our love-struck flatmates.

"Coming right up!" she said, her cheery voice still bright as ever.

"Kill me now," I thought. "Please."

But I kept breathing.

"Hey, you two don't mind if we go and get some... 'fresh air', do you?" Jonathan said. Charlie giggled. Again.

"Not at all!" I said, mocking the waitresses cheery voice. As the two walked away, I added, "Don't come back. Like, ever."

Ben laughed. "Enjoying yourself?"

I clapped my hands together. "Having a gay old time!"

Gee, I think some sarcasm fell out of my mouth. Oops.

"Honestly, when he told me we were going on a double date, I could have murdered myself," Ben grumbled, pushing his bread roll around his small plate with his knife.

"Yeah, no need to tell me. I feel your pain," I said, patting him on the arm sympathetically.

Just as I did so, another waitress came round, this time carrying a basket of roses.

"Would you like to buy a rose for your date?" she said. Her voice wasn't as cheery - she could die last.

"Oh, I'm not his-" I began to say, but got cut off by Ben.

"Sure," he said, handing her a tenner. He took the roses as she walked off to pester another couple.

"What the hell?" I said, as he presented me with the rose.

"We may as well make the most of this. Because, between you and me, I'm not coming back here again."

I laughed and took the rose. "You're an idiot. You do know Charlie and Jonathan are gonna think we're a couple now, right?"