rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠twenty-seven

wowie wowie it has been far too long

oof

well

hey guys!!

also there's a lot of swearing in this chapter because it has both Adrian AND Rosaleen in it so uhhhh

and it also gets pretty dark towards the end so prepare yourselves

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One Week Before the Murder of Rosaleen Channing

Rosaleen's fingers tapped away at the screen of her phone.

"i can't wait to see you tomorrow"

Rosaleen let out a harsh sigh and rolled over, deleting her message. God, that was so cheesy. No way she could send that.

"alexa told me she's having a party this weekend, wanna come with me?"

Absolutely not. She wasn't even going to Alexa's party. She was a bitch anyway. What made Alexa think she was so much better than everyone else?

"i miss you."

Rosaleen was almost disgusted with herself, fighting back a gag. Rosaleen Channing didn't miss anyone.

"why don't we talk anymore? xoxo"

Rosaleen scoffed and closed out of her message app. She wasn't going to say anything. There was no reason to message him.

A soft knock at the door distracted her. She rolled out of bed, tossed her phone behind her, and scuttled to the front door.

She didn't even pause to watch for broken furniture. She knew her way through the shards of her family like the back of her hand.

That, and she had a pair of flats she wore around the house.

She swung the door open, already knowing who was behind it.

Her and Sam had been friends since, like, elementary school. Rosaleen could recognize Sam by the way she walked up a staircase.

"Sam, come in!" 

Rosaleen and Samantha shared a quick hug. They usually hung out at Sam's house or somewhere public (for obvious reasons) but Rosaleen had insisted. Just this once.

Rosaleen wasted no time before ushering Sam around the corner and into her bedroom. The last she wanted was for Adrian to come out of the basement, whining about how loud they were being.

Rosaleen closed the door shut, and launched into conversation. She had some gossip that she was more than ready to spill.

"You weren't at Killian's little Spring Fling thing, were you?"

Sam quickly shook her head no, as Rosaleen knew she would. Sam wasn't really... the party type. The only time Sam ever went to parties was when Rosaleen brought her with. Rosaleen also knew that Sam had this thing about not being able to say "no" so Rosaleen rarely asked.