❝I NEED TO STOP WISHING THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME BACK, BECAUSE THERE'S A REASON WHY YOU DON'T LOVE ME ALREADY. AND I GUESS THAT REASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE.❞
Rosé was irrevocably head over heels for her best friend, Tom Holland. The only problem? He...
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THE EVE CHAPTER TWENTY ❝YOU HAVE TO BREAK IT SO THAT YOU CAN SEE US, I HAVE TO SHOUT LOUD TO SPREAD IT FAR, THE BRIGHT LIGHTS SPREAD MOMENTS WHEN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF DARKNESS.❞
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Tom groaned as he heard his name softly being repeated. His eyelids felt heavy as he slowly tried to peel them open. His vision remained blurred, but he caught the outline of a girl, a beautiful one. He gave a hazy smile as his hands ran over his face, muffling the groan he had unleashed.
"Why are you up so early? You were never an early bird, Rosie," he chuckled as he closed his eyes once more. He pulled the covers over his head and enveloped himself in the warmth his blankets provided.
"Tom?" That's not Rosie, he thought immediately as he pushed the covers off of him. He sat up straight and stared with widened eyes at his baffled girlfriend and the shocked Rosé who stood in the bathroom.
Rosé glared at Tom as she got out of the bathroom. She apologetically smiled at Camille whose face flushed with heat. The model quickly got up from his bed and rushed towards the bathroom, "Sorry! Um, I need to — "
"No, no, go ahead," Rosé offered as she stepped aside for her best friend's girlfriend to go in. The minute the door clicked Rosé kicked her shoe up in the air and caught it with her head before she threateningly held it at Tom.
He sputtered out random noises as he shrugged. "You didn't tell me she was here!" he whispered-shouted towards her, to which Rosé rolled her eyes as she slipped her shoe back on.
"I didn't think I had to! Why would you say my name? Are you fucking blind?"
"Apparently! You look nothing like her!"
"Hmm, I wonder what gave that away. The fact that I'm obviously fucking Korean and not Caucasian or maybe that my hair is fucking orange, not brown!"
"Okay come on now it's more like a strawberry blonde!"
"Thomas Stanley Holland — "
"Oh, really? We're going to the full names now? Well how would you like it Roseanne Chaewon Cha — Put your fucking shoe down!"
Rosé opened her mouth, a nasty remark ready to be shot back when her phone suddenly dinged. Curious she checked to see who was messaging her this early in the morning. And Tom supposed it must've been important judging by the way her eyes widened into the size of saucers.
Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he straightened his posture. He got out of bed and was ready to walk towards her and pull her into another hug. They never delved into what had happened last night and the only thing he can assume is that the twins had fought pretty badly for Rosé to be so stubborn to stay in his room.
