colors | afi [WATTY'S 2017]

trente six

july 17 1986

rose's pov

"rose, the irwins are here but the food isn't done so let them sit in the living room," my mom said to me as i started for the door.

"okay," i opened the door to see mr. and mrs. irwin along with their children. "hello!"

mrs. irwin smiled, her eyes seemed lifeless and dark bags were evident under her brown eyes. "hello rose."

"hi," i smiled, my eyes not trying to gaze at mr. irwin, but i could tell he looked attractive. i saw his black slacks that cascaded down his long legs and his dark, chestnut dress shoes.

"can we come in?" mrs. irwin spoke with a laugh.

"oh," i shook my head, "sorry, yes of course." i moved out of the way for the family to enter and closed the door. "the food isn't done, you can sit in the living room and i can get you all water."

"i'm going to your room ro'," amanda said as she gave me a small side hug.

"okay," i smiled and turned my attention back to the rest of amanda's family. "drinks anyone?"

"yes, that'd be nice." mr. irwin finally spoke, his voice deeper and more distant than usual.

"can i have some pop please mom?" brent asked his mom.

"sure, if rose's mom has some," beth smiled, her eyes trailing back to me.

"oh, of course," i smiled and scurried into the kitchen, feeling mr. irwin's eyes on me.

before i could take the drinks back to the irwins i heard amanda call my name and i waltzed into my room.

"yes manda?" i said and as i opened my eyes i saw her standing with my photo album, open. her eyes dripping with tears as she stood in front of me.

"what is this?"

"amanda i--"

"no, i'm trying my best to be calm right now so please just tell me why you have pictures of my father," her voice was quiet and her tone was slow.

my heart sped up as i watched my girlfriend look through the pages that had polaroids of mr. irwin.

"are you going to tell me or leave me clueless?" she raised her voice.

"amanda it's--"

she held her hand up, "i was just a way to get to my father. you're in love with him." she shook her head, "that's why he comes home late at night and--"

"it isn't like that amanda!"

"oh bite me! this has been happening for almost a year and i didn't even notice!" amanda tore out the pages with images of her father, she then threw the book down on the ground; the thud of the large book colliding with the wood floor making me jump and my mother to rush into the room.

"what's going on?" i turned to see her behind me, "why are you two crying?"

i was at a loss for words and i waited for amanda to say anything. instead, all she did was crumple the pages and quickly walk past my mom and i.

after what happened, my mom asked what was the problem and i said nothing, amanda faked sick and her family left; leaving my family to eat the large meal.