colors | afi [WATTY'S 2017]

quatre

april 17 1986

rose's pov

"there you are! gosh, i'd thought you'd be too scared to come, you excited?" amanda asked as she saw me walk through the gate of the country club.

"yes, i think--still nervous though," i chuckled as i walked behind the quick moving amanda. "is my outfit okay? the tennis racket i have is kind of old because it was my grandfather's."

"yes it's fine don't worry, now come on."

"okay," i breathed out as i also mentally prepared herself to meet my girlfriend's family.

"hi mom and dad, hi brent," amanda smiled as she sauntered over to her family as her skirt bounced up and down and her tennis racket swung back and forth in her left hand.

"hello sunshine!" her mother rose from her seat, removing her shades to show her gleaming hazel eyes and scatted freckles.

amanda gave her mother a hug then smiled a huge smile and waved, "hi daddy!"

"hey mandy! come give your old dad a hug!" he held his arms out as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for amanda to walk towards him.

after amanda pulled away from the hug she ruffled her brother's hair and bopped his nose, "hi brent!"

her brother pushed her hand away and patted his already gelled hair, "hey 'manda. who's your friend?"

"oh!" amanda turned to see me awkwardly standing as i played with the grip of the tennis racket. "this is my girlfriend! family meet rose, rose meet family!"

"hello," i quietly said as i did a half wave to her family, walking closer towards them.

"hello, i'm mrs. irwin, amanda's mom but you already knew that. you can call me beth if you would like though." beth held out her hand to me and i shook it, i then looked past her shoulder to see amanda's father smiling at me.

"hello rose," her father's deep, husky voice rung through my ears, down my spine and made it's way to my knees where i felt them buckle. "i'm amanda's father, mr. irwin, or ashton."

my mouth fell slightly ajar as i stared up at the attractive man in front of me, his hair was quiet curly but seemed to be slicked back with gel. his freshly iron white golf pants fit him perfectly and his blue polo tucked into place in his pants. his smile perfect and his views prominent on the hand that was held out for me to shake.

i shook my head and pushed my hair behind my ear, "i'm sorry, hello."

"it's perfectly fine, don't worry rose." ashton shook my hand, "is your full name rosaline?"

i blushed and quickly nodded, "yes actually."

ashton had a small smirk set on his lips as he put on hand in his pants pocket, the other touching his hair, "beautiful name."

"thank you sir," i smiled as i drew my hands together and started to toy with my thumbs.

"your girlfriends smoking 'manda," a voice came from behind ashton and i peered around his towering body to see a carbon copy of amanda (just in the opposite sex). he was quite smaller, so i guessed he was younger than amanda, but he had the same toffee skin and freckled nose and forehead. his eyes a gleaming green just like his sister's and his attractive father's. his hair was also curly, but the sides of his head was shaved and the middle portion being sort of quiffed back. {troye sivan's hair :)}

ashton chuckled and moved so the boy came into view, "i'm brent, also known as the irwin's parent's favorite child."

i let out a small laugh and waved to him, "hi, i'm rose."

"i know exactly who you are, amanda would talk about you all the time. even when you weren't dating--it was slightly creepy. there was this one time she--"

"that's enough brent!" amanda said as an annoyed look plastered her face, "can we just go play now?"

"the teams will be uneven, unless someone doesn't want to play?" mrs. irwin said as she started to toss a tennis ball in the air.

"i'll watch," brent said as he sat back down and picked up his comic book.

"rose are you okay with playing with my father? it's just my mom and i are like a team." amanda timidly asked me.

i mentally shuddered at the thought of mr. irwin, "no, no problem at all."

"great," mr. irwin said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder; my body immediately tensing from the warmth of his body heat and musky cologne. "i hope you play well miss rosaline, i like to win."

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