Not Normally (our 2nd life Fanfic)

Chapter 14

      I woke up the next morning on the floor with my face pressed into the carpet and my pajama shorts riding up my butt, giving me a huge, uncomfortable wedgie. Not fun. My cheek hurt from carpet-face. Also not fun. I got up and went over to Rosy, who had sleep-walked over to my bed in the middle of the night. She does that, its kind of funny, sometimes. One night, I woke up to her saying "tika tika toka", another time, I caught her sit up suddenly and say something like, "How do you like you broccoli, o, queen?" And another time I was on vacation with her and she almost left the room. Not the bedroom, the actual whole hotel room.

      I tapped Rosy on the head to wake her up. She didn't get up. I then shook her vigorously to wake her up. Rosy is a pretty deep sleeper, so I wasn't surprized. Yelled in her ear, not a squirm. Now I was getting a bit scared. I pulled off the blanket, revealing no wounds of any sort. Looked around the room, didn't see any poison bottles or guns. I bet she just had a late night up on her phone, I thought. I grabbed my towel off the back of the chair, along with my clothes, a brush, some shaving cream and a razor, and more toiletries that are unnecessary to explain. I walked over to the shower of the co-ed bathroom, hung my towel on the hook, put my stuff down, and showered.

      When I finished, I changed I the little space between the shower and the rest of the room, just a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, a red Vans tank top, and my ratty old bunny slippers, basically a different pair of pajamas. I combed out my hair, put in some smoothing serum for my hair, dried it upside down for more volume, threw it up in a messy bun, and put on my glasses. On my way out, a shiny wrapper of a pill package caught my eye in the trashcan near the door. It was on the top, so I picked it up to look at it. Sleeping pills. Rosy. Seth. Well, I was only glad it wasn't anything more severe.

      I stormed back to my room to find Connor, Kian, and Nash (Grier if any of y'all didn't know) sitting on my bed next to Rosy, Nash shaking her. I jumped at the sight of them. I didn't want this to be Nash's first impression of me. "Hey, Connor, Kian. Nash. Rosy's kind of on some sleeping pills right now, so she wont be awake for a while." "What do you mean she's kind of on sleeping pills?" Kian asked. All I did was give him a look, and he nodded, remembering the note from Seth. I sat on the floor in front of them, looking straight at Kian, in the middle. "So," Nash said, "What are we going to do, exactly?" I didn't want to be rude, but I just had to ask, "I think a better question is why are you here?" I said, almost glaring at Nash, who turned and scratched his head innocently. Connor replied, "Nash came over to film with Jc and Kian, and we wanted to visit, so Nash came along, too. "Well, in my defense, you told me this chick had a roommate," Nash defended. This time, I really glared at him. "'This chick' has a name." With that, Nash rolled his eyes at me, as I returned his gesture. This wasn't how I wanted to start a friendship. Then there was a really, and I mean really long and really awkward silence, interrupted by Rosy's short, and, may I add, quite loud, snore. This made everyone laugh. As I fell over, I caught Nash just staring at me, then Connor reach over and snap in his face, mouthing 'mine, bitch' which made my day. Connor's phone rang a few seconds later. All I could hear out of the whole conversation was Jc's voice, and a fee little scattered words, and Connor's head perk up at the sound of one word that I couldn't make out. He summoned Kian to follow, both leaving the room to Nash, me, and a sleeping Rosy. Another awkward silence came along. I couldn't bear it. "So, how old are you, Nash?" I asked him. "19," he answered. (A/N: again, I changed the ages, Nash is really 18) Another awkward silence. "So," Nash said, "Who's this?" he asked, looking at Rosy. "This is my roommate Rosy, but she's taken too, sorry," I told him. "Who said I wanted her?" I glared at him. "Ok, ok, ok. She's gorgeous, even sleeping. Don't tell her I said this, though," he said, looking at me with concentration, not noticing that Rosy had sat up and was now looking directly at Nash. I just smiled and noddet toward Rosy. Nash looked over and jumped. He started babbling to catch himself, but was cut off by Rosy reaching over to press her lips to his. I felt awkward just sitting there, so I threw on a random pair of flip flops and my phone to find Connor and Kian.

      My phone rang while I was almost to the coffee shop, playing my favorite song, 'could be me' by MKTO as my ringtone. It was Kian, but I didn't want to pick up because I loved that song so much. (A/N: this really is my favorite song. if you don't know it, PLEASE look it up to fill the missing piece of your heart) I did pick up, though. "Hey, where are you?" The tone in his voice sounded unpleasant. "What's wrong, Kian?" I asked him. "Where are you?" he asked again. "Looking for you and Connor, why?" "Oh, God! I just got a call from Sam, he's coming down to your dorm and he's here already. Where is Nash?" "He's back in my room," I answered. "What about Rosy? Oh no. Sam and Rosy were kind of a thing. I left my door unlocked. If Sam walked into Nash and Rosy doing whatever they're doing, (btw not like that), he would be devastated. "There's no use trying to beat him back. I'm at the coffee shop right now, I thought I passed him on the way down here, I won't beat him back," I told Kian. "Why don't you call him? Or even I could call him," Kian suggested. "What are we gonna tell him? 'Don't go in Reagan's room, Rosy and Nash are probably kissing.' I don't think that will be helpful." "He's gonna find out sooner or later, he better find out on his own so he doesn't know that we know." "I guess so," I said.

      After Sam finding out about Nash and Rosy, things were different. Turns out, Tori and Trevor had been having a few more problems and had broken up, but were still great friends. She texted me to tell me the news. I texted back, "Wasn't Sam one of your favorites, too?" She said yes, and I told her about Sam, Rosy, and Nash, and a week later, Tori and Sam were a thing. (By the way, nothing else very exciting happened in that week.)