Rosie

Chapter 2

"Here, since you dont work tomorrow...Well, technically today, take your check with you." My boss, a 24 year old grease ball hands me my check. His black hair is pulled back for health reasons, but should still be a violation for how gross it is.

"Thanks, Jeremy. Have a good night!" I wave my hand thats holding the check at him, before slipping out the door, my keys jingling in my hand. As I get to my car, I notice Jeremy following me. "What's up?" I turn completely around and look at him, his gray shirt stained with various types of coffee, along with his black slacks.

"Rosalie, how long have you been working for me?" He asks.

"Like, a little over a year...I think." I say, my eyebrows scrunch up as I try to think of when I started.

"Hmm. Okay." And with that, he walks away. I slowly turn back to my car and unlock it before getting in. He's such an odd ball! He's a cool guy and can be down right hilarious at times, but fuck, he can be weird.

By the time I get home, it's close to 12:30 in the morning. With my porch light on, I can see Mickie sitting on the stairs, a cigarette between his lips, but hasn't been lit.

"Bout time, flower. You ready to smoke some?" I smile and roll my eyes, plopping down next to him.

"Always! Can I bum? I had my last one on the way here." I ask with my lip in a pout before I stand back up. "Well in a second, I'm going to change really quick." I ran up the stairs and unlocked my door. It opens and I'm greeted with the warmth of my apartment. I flipped on the light and looked at my decently clean living room, I should clean later. I slid off my shoes, leaving them by the door before heading to my bedroom. My room was small, my queen sized bed and dresser take up most of the space, but that's okay, it's enough for me. I go to the dark cherry wood dresser and open the bottom drawer, where I kept my leggings and jeans.

I grabbed a pair of plain black leggings, and a pink t shirt before heading to the bathroom. I discarded my clothes and turned to look at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I stared at my reflection, my blonde hair fell in waves and stopped just below my breasts. My eyes were round and big. I used to get called frog when I  was little. I don't look like a frog by the way, kids are just mean.

I quickly get dressed and stuff my work clothes in my hamper that's begging to be washed. I turn off all the lights before heading back outside.

"Still want a smoke?" The dark boy asked me, holding out his green colored pack filled with menthols.

"Please," I say, taking one. "And a lighter please?" The door across from us opens and Riley steps out wearing a Seahawks sweatshirt and black sweats.

"Hey guys, what's up?" He says,  taking out a pack of Camel 99's, and pulling one out.

"Not much." I say, lighting my smoke and handing the lighter back to Mickie.

"Same, just about to smoke some more." Mickie replies.

"Cool." Riley responds. "I'm waiting for my new roommate to show up, why this late, I have no clue."

"Roommate? For a one bedroom?" I say and let out a scoff. "Just say you're getting laid." I heard Mickie laugh and Riley cracked a smile.

"My apartment is a two bedroom, thanks. And if I was getting laid I'd bring a girl home with me, not have one just show up, I can be a gentleman."

Okay?

Instead of replying I just shrug my shoulders and take a drag of my cigarette. Mickie puts out his cigarette and puts it in the can outside my door.

"Ready?" He asks. I nod.

"Later, Gator." I peace sign to Riley before mimicking Mickie and put out my cig.

"Later." Mickie says as he descends the stairs. I follow him down and into his apartment. Even though it being only hours later, Mickie's apartment was once again trashed.

"How do you live like this?" I joke as I pull a pair of dark jeans off of the leather chair, tossing it onto the table. I sat down as Mickie grabbed a few articles of clothing, pushing them over on the couch to sit down.

"Happily." He responds. He loads one of his many bongs, and hands it to me. We sit and smoke for about a half an hour, me complaining of work, while he explains the shenanigans him and Kane were up to while I was gone.

We hear a loud voice and a bunch of laughing coming from outside, and we stand up.

"Must be the new roomie." I say as we make our way outside. We come to the stairs and we see Riley and another dude talking. The guy is tall with dark hair and lots of tattoos, visible under his white tshirt. Even with the darkness I can tell he is attractive.

"Hey! Mickie, Rosie, this is Ty, one of my good buddies. Ty, this is Mickie and Rosie." We both shake hands with him and Ty looks at me for a second longer before turning back to his friend.

"Nice to meet you both, you guys coming up to celebrate?" He asks, his green eyes peering into my blue ones.

"Not tonight, I just got off work, and all I want to do it sleep at this point. What about tomorrow?" Ty's smile falters a bit, and I look at Riley, who is looks away as soon as we make eye comtact.

"Speak for yourself, flower, I'm down to party." Mickie exclaims, eyes lit up like a childs.

"Great, wheres Kane?" Riley asks, and as if on cue, Kane comes out of his apartment, wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

"Did somebody say party?" He claps loudly once before introducing himself to Ty. "Should I invite the ladies?" He winks at Mickie.

"Hell yeah, the more the merrier. You sure you don't want to come, Rose?" Riley looks at me, his eyes travel down my body and back up to meet my eyes.

I know one of two things could happen if I party with these guys. 1. I get too drunk and end up in one of their beds, or 2. I get too drunk and pass out and eventually be put to bed. Funny story, Kane and Mick have had to put me to bed on several occasions from getting too drunk. Sweet, sweet gentlemen.

"She said shes tired." Ty says, staring at me with a deep gaze. I turn to Kane and Mickie, who were now standing so close together, looking at Kanes phone, sending out invites to some girls.

"Let me invite Danny over and when he gets here, we'll decide if we want to come." I turn back and smirk at the two boys who just moved in.

"Boyfriend?" They ask in unison, then turning and looking at each other, both with furrowed eyebrows.

"Not quite, but hes fun." I say pulling out my phone and giving him a quick call. Danny and I only know each other through work and the occasional hook ups. He's tall and funny, but I'm not really the relationship type. He answers on the fourth ring and I tell him to come by, and have some drinks with the friends and I, he eagerly accepts and says he will be on his way shortly. I notice the glances both Riley and Ty have been giving me and I smile to myself, taking a cigarette out of Mickies pack. This will be a fun night.