All We Are

Seven

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"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions. Oh lets go back to the start." - The Scientist, by Coldplay

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Rose

"What the hell are you doing? IN MY HOUSE!" I screamed at James, and turned the music off immediately.

"I let my self in." He shrugged.

I was waving a hand towel around when he caught me dancing, so I used the hot pink dish towel to whack him.

"I know that smart ass, but how in the hell did you get in?" Each word was punctuated with a hard whack from the towel.

"Calm down." James screeched at me. "I found the spare key in the flower pot up front."

I hit him a few more times and panted out, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Hit. Hit. Hit. "YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!"

"I know." James said, trying to dodge the majority of my hits. "I just had to talk to you." He said the last phrase with so much, if I didn't know him, I would've said compassion, but I didn't think he was capable of that.

I let out a huge sigh. While I was hitting him loose pieces of my hair fell out of the bun I had put in earlier, and now I had wispy bits all in my face. Should've worn a headband. I cursed myself. I tried to blow some of it out of my face, but it didn't do much good. It was annoying, and when I saw James smirking, while trying to suppress a chuckle, I lunged forward, and began beating him with the towel...again. Just for good measure.

"Rose, stop." He pleaded, but he was laughing at the same time. "Rose! Rose!" He laughed. I was relentless. I began to curse. " Rose calm down."

"CALM DOWN?" Whack. Whack. Whack.

"Rosie!" He said tenderly. So tenderly, that when he said that I got caught of guard, and immediately I regretted it, because the next thing I knew, I was being hoisted up into the air.

"James! Put me down!" I cried.

"No, not until you calm down." He argued.

"James, you do not tell me to 'calm down' right after you break into my house!" I scolded him, earning a laugh for that.

His arms were embracing my legs, and I was slung over his shoulder so My face was right in front of his butt. I was still holding the towel, but it wasn't any use. James didn't move, he just stood there waiting for me to "calm down."

"Rose," He sighed. "I told you, I needed to talk to you, and clearly it wasn't going to happen at school."

"James, we don't need to talk." I said in a final tone.

"Yes, we do." He replied in a low voice. The seriousness in his voice surprised me once again.

"James-" I tried to plead.

"No Rose, we need to talk and I'm not letting you slip away from me again." He said.

His words, "I'm not letting you slip away from me." Echoed in my mind.

I knew then, that a still loved him, because those words reminded me of the pain it had brought me when I left him last year. I left the person I loved most in the world, even though he treated me awfully, I still loved him.

That was just it when it came to my love for him. We had our dynamic, as callous as it seemed at times, it was who we were. I tried to fix us, I tried to help him, but eventually I didn't have a choice anymore, I just had to accept that I couldn't fix him. He was the only one that could fix himself.