ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 8.

We sit at the stoplight while I scroll through Harry’s music on his phone. 

“Wow.” Is all I say. 

“What?” He looks slightly offended. I keep scrolling until I find a good song.

“Never mind, got one.” I click 18 by Anarbor and begin to sing along. Harry chuckles and Diana joins me. 

“SO IF YOU WANNA PISS OFF YOUR PARENTS-“ Finally Harry joins in, fucking up our whole shouting thing because he actually has a pretty good voice. We pull up to the next light, and Diana curses, annoyed at the LA traffic. A big car pulls up next to us. A bunch of hot guys, listening to their own music. The front windows are rolled down and they look over to see where the loud music is coming from. 

“Hey, aren’t you that Rose girl?” The driver shouts. He is gorgeous, the kind of boy you'll only find in California. 

“Yeah.” 

“You were with our boy Andrew that night, right?” He shouts again. 

“Oh yeah, Andrew…” They laugh.

“He said that was a sick fight, also he talked about you a lot.” The passenger yells. I try really hard not to blush. 

“How sweet.” I simply say. 

“What’s your number?” The driver shouts, “You know, for Andrew.” He winks. I laugh. The light turns green and Diana pulls forward. I smile and wave bye to them. Diana is cracking up. 

“They want you.” She giggles. 

“They want to get in my pants.” I laugh back. 

“Well?” I know what she means.

“Who knows?” I shrug. Diana smiles and shakes her head. Harry snorts from the back. 

“What?” I turn to face him. 

“You’re gonna let them get in your pants?” He huffs. 

“Oh please, as if you haven't tried with millions of girls.” I shoot back. 

“Not millions…” 

“Billions?” I suggest. He snorts. 

“Stop it you two.” Diana scolds. Harry rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at mother! She works hard. She milks the cows, feeds the dogs, cuts up the pigs-“ I begin in a farm-girl childish voice. I am interrupted by Diana slapping the back of my head. 

“Shut up.” She groans.

“Yes mother, sorry mother. All hail mother.” I smile a puppy dog smile. She giggles along with Harry. 

“Like the mother in the movie.” Harry snickers. I freeze up. My memories flooding back to me.

“I’m less of a bitch then that one.” Diana says, glancing at me nervously. I smile at her in thanks for killing the awkward moment that would have happened. Also for calling my mom a bitch, which is always appreciated. Harry snorts. We pull into the lot of an apartment building. We hop out and stride in. I let Diana do the talking (always) because I am a generally rude human being. I stand off to the side with Harry while Diana talks to the lady at the desk. 

“Fancy.” Harry nods his head, seemingly impressed. 

“Ah yes,” I put on my best British accent and lift a vase, dumping the flowers out. I hold the vase like a wine glass. “George Washington himself built this palace of living, he used only sawdust and sand and it took him forty seven years. You see what hard work can do young man?” I raise the glass. “Cheers to that, also, cheers to George discovering California along with Lewis and Clark. Also, cheers to this beautiful place. Also, cheers to trampolines and puppies. And let us hope that this place allows both in the rooms!” Harry laughs and I try to hide the vase behind my back just as Diana walks back over with the prude looking teenager. 

“Guys, this is Tessa. She is going to show us the apartment.” Diana introduces the lady then points at us and says our names. 

“Hello Rose and Harry. What were you doing with that vase?” She asks, like a teacher talking to a child. 

“What vase?” I try to sound innocent. Harry is shaking his head. 

“That one, in your hand.” Tessa looks confused. When you are being patronized, rule number one is to make them feel stupid and confused. 

“Silly lady, there is no vase in my hand.” I hold up both hands, one holding the vase. Diana smacks her forehead. 

“I see it! Right there!” She looks suddenly distressed as she points at my hand. 

“Oh, darling this?” I go back to my British accent. Diana groans. “This is a wine glass. I got this at the party with Abe. Oh yes, he was such a gentlemen. Until he was assassinated dammit.” I figure she is smart because she looks smart, so logic is her stability. But I enjoy taking peoples stability away. “I weeped so much at the funeral that George Washington gave me all his handkerchiefs. After that, we went back to Sam Adam’s for a drink of whisky and I ended up sleeping with Thom-“ 

“Rose!” Diana hisses. 

“Oh, dear me!” I call and throw the vase on the chair. The look on Tessa’s face is priceless and I see Harry turn to contain something. A laugh or a smile I’m not sure. 

“I am so sorry about her.” Diana tells Tessa. “Can we have a minute? We will meet you by the elevators.” Tessa nods and slowly walks toward the elevator. 

“Rose, I’m going to kill you. She really liked me at first.” 

“She liked me too!” I defend my amazing scene and personality that is like an undo-able puzzle. 

“She was freaked out! And scared! I really like this place and you will too. We can’t mess this up.”

“Fine. I’ll ‘behave’ on one condition.” I say and Diana raises her eyebrows. 

“You must rephrase that sentence.” I give her a sharp look. She rolls her eyes and puffs out a breath. 

“We can’t fuck this up.” She says with an eye roll. 

“Good girl.” I pat her head and stride to Tessa.

^^^^

roes is weird i know that. 

next chapter has some serious shit in it. be ready. 

-sage

So we tried to do a this scene but Sage and Em have the attention span of a goldfish so we got nowhere, but i have a TON of embarassing bloppers :)

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