Desperation.

Chapter 3

When Rose opens the door I am shocked at first. Her beautiful blonde hair is blue!
"Rose!" I scream. "What happened to your hair?!" She laughs. "I dyed it- don't you see that?" - "That... that... looks... that looks different." I stutter. "Do you like it?" she asks and I nod. "Of course I do! It looks great! Just so... unlike you." She smiles and takes my hand. "Come in! You have to help me with choosing my clothes for the disco!"

I like her flat very much. It is so comfortable. It is small but Rose has everything she needs- a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small living room.

I would never think about moving out of my parents' house but Rose has another opinion of having an own flat. She says that she can do what she wants (Rose is already 18 years old!) and there is no nerve-racking mother who does not give a shit about her. She just talks to Rose when she wants her to do something.
Clean your room.
Help me with this.
Do that.
As long as you live in my house you have to deal with my rules!
and so on...

"What do you think about my dress?" Rose interrupts my thoughts. She has a black dress and it looks fantastic!
"Perfect Rose! The dress fits like it was made just for you! You look so gorgeous!" I say and she laughs.
"Okay, wait! I'll just put on some make-up" she smiles and goes into her bathroom.
After a few minutes she comes back and we go to the disco.

When we arrive there it is already very crowded. We try to go to the bar without falling over these hundreds of feet and then we order a drink.
"Let's go to the seats over there!" Rose screams. She has to scream because the music is very loud. Too loud for many of the people in the disco so you can buy ears pegs next to the toilets. We sit down and try to talk but that is impossible.
"Let's just go and dance!" she shouts and I nod. We stand up, make our way to the dance floor and dance until a good-looking boy comes over and asks me to dance with him. I look at Rose and she tries to half whisper half scream: "Go with him! Good luck!" So I nod and the boy puts his hands on my waist. I have problems with dancing with him so closely at first but after a while it gets enjoyable. We move closer and closer when I realise that I do not even know his name and I am almost kissing him so I pull him to the seats near the bar. He comes with me and I smile to show him that I just need a break.
"What's your name?" I ask. "I am Victor and what's your name?" he answers with a French accent and I say: "My name is Diana. Are you from France?" He nods and I smile. I have never met a French boy- especially no French boy who looks as cute as Victor.
He seems to be able to read my thoughts because he says: "I have never met a girl who is as pretty as you are. Your face is almost perfect and your hair... so dark... your eyes... I've never seen a girl like you before." Oh my god! Victor is cute, pretty, romantic and compliments me! And last but not least: He is a great dancer! Maybe I should ask him to come to my dance group?
But before I can think about that he pulls me back to the dance floor and we go on dancing. I feel free and happy- I have never felt like this before!
It is almost 3 am when Rose comes. Oh no! I completely forgot about her! I feel guilty but she does not seem to be angry.
"Let's go home" she says. I look at Victor and I do not want to stop dancing with him but I cannot let Rose go home alone so I decide to say goodbye to Victor.
"I have to go. See you" I smile and when he kisses my cheek I get a warm feeling inside. Rose gives me a knowing smile and we go outside.
I take a deep breath. Fresh air! I have not realised the bad air inside, yet, but now I do.
We go back to her flat quickly because it is cold outside.
After we brushed our teeth we go to bed and I immediately fall asleep.