Join Rose as she overcomes issues and problems in her life while accomplishing as many stereotypes, cliches and cringe-worthy moments as possible all the while remaining completely oblivious to the fact that she is just another forgettable character...
Okay, so here's a pic of Cris. He is currently 18 years old and is a dropout that works in a car garage. But he's cool and sings really well.
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Okay, so the flashback is over and now you all know why Jamison seems so very familiar to her. If you haven't guessed it, Jamison is Cris's younger brother. I know Jamison looks older than Cris, but just bear with me. Okay, so the flashback is over, Rose hasn't been to a party since that night. She did get in trouble, but her brothers tdon't know about Cris, or the guy, and he hasn't contacted her at all since that night. She knows where he works, but she hasn't gotten the nerve to visit him up yet. Rose thinks about him every day, unable to forget the guy who saved her and really seemed to listen to her, unlike most people. Okay, on with the story, then. Rose's pov: I finally find myself at the garage where Cris works, tears streaming down my eyes, and I don't know why I'm crying. I stumble to the tree I've sat at before, watching Cris, trying to figure how to talk to him sober. I just sit and melt on to the ground, not caring if anyone saw me. "Hello?" A voice says, "Somebody out there?" The voice, a young males, asked her. She sees someone sit down beside her, and sighs. She looks over only to see it's Cris. "Cris?" She whimpers out pathetically. "Rose?" He asks her, baffled. "Yeah," she says sadly. He puts his arm around her, like he's been her best friend forever. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" He asks me, like one of my brothers when they're concerned. "Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here. I just started riding and I ended up here. I don't even know why I'm crying, I just ran into your brother, and I'm just so confused," I tell him in a rush. "How do you even know where I work? What happened with my brother?" He asks, softer now. "I don't know. I was just messing with him, but it got too real, and I know that doesn't usually happen when I do stuff like that." I tell him. "What stuff? How were you messing with my brother?" He asks me. "Um, don't be mad, I swear I'm was just teasing him, but, I don't know, the way he looked at me, it freaked me out." I say. I lean into him like I did that night in the bathroom of somebody's house. "How did he look at you that scared you?" "I ran into him on the way to class, and he was skipping, so I asked him where he was going. He smirked with his stupid bad boy ness and told me not to worry about it. Well, he pissed me off, so I wanted to mess with him a little, so I found his weakness, and I went for it." I really sound like a bully. Cris sucks in a breath, like he knows where this is going. "He was scared of proximity, which is funny cause he's the biggest player in our school. I invaded his personal space, and started walking towards him. Then, I pushed him against a locker and got real close to him, and I asked him where he was going again, but apparently my tactics didn't work, because he snapped out of his shock and went back to being sarcastic. I guess what really bothered me was that he looked and acted so much like you, and I know this is stupid, but I kind of miss you. Not, in a high school crush way, but in a friend way." I finish my story, and Cris let's out a breath of air.
