Darlin' [Jay Gatsby - Discontinued]

Chapter 2 - The Buchanan Residence

02.| Chapter 2

"Is she okay, old sport?"

The beaming sun streams with crystals through Rose's bedroom window, lighting up her face as she sleeps, huddling into her soft covers. Casting unfathomable shadows around the depths of her room, Rose squints, shuffling in her bed, switching sides and digging her face into her soft pillow. She yawns tiredly, rubbing her eyes like a young child, finding it difficult to fall back into her whistful slumber. Sighing in defeat, Rose stretches with a moan, pulling the stiff joints from their resting position and waking her body.

Haphazardly tumbling out of bed, bringing her comforter with her, she wraps it around her body, shielding herself from the cold chill resting throughout the house, Rose pads her way over to the dresser with her large mirror, running her hand through her tussled raven locks.

"Rosie?" Nick calls from outside her bedroom door, breaking the heavy morning silence, hoping his sister had awaken. Startling Rose, she jumps in place, resting a hand over the vicinity of her heart. "Yeah Nick?" She gasps, quickly shuffling over towards the glossy wooden door, sticking her hand out from under her duvet, wrapping it around the brass door knob, pulling the door open.

Nick stood in front of her, hands clutching a sparkling silver tray, toast sliced and buttered on a delicate plate, a steaming pot of hot chocolate slightly to the side, sitting beside an already made tea cup of the mouth watering hot drink.

"Oh Nikki! What is this for?" She beams, her eyes straying from the gorgeous platter of food, and to her brothers eyes, her expression falters in an instance, a frown turning down her lips, "What did you do?" She questions, quirking an eyebrow, folding her arms with the duvet over chest.

Sheepishly, Nick smiles, pushing past is intelligent sister, walking into her room, and placing the tray on the dresser, before turning around and sticking his hands in his dresser pants pockets. "I spoke to Tom earlier this morning!" He speaks tentatively, awaiting her reaction, his nerves spike, as her expression doesn't change momentarily, before a displeased look crosses her face, he gulps.

"We will be joining them in an hour for Dinner" He admits, shuffling his feet on the floor, he watches her jaw drop lightly, flinching as she stomps towards him, a frown settling deep on her pouty lips, stomping her feet childishly.

"Nick you imbecile!" She shouts, smacking him on the arm with the back of her hand "I'd rather be hit by a car than be in that bastards presence, you know that!" She chides, a feeling of dread washing over her, as her mind registers there's not a chance she could get out of this one. Nick winces, rubbing his skinny arm gently, a regretful look seeping on his face. Rose notices, sighing gently, wrapping him in a hug.

"M'Sorry Nikki, thank you for breakfast. Even if it was to butter me up!" She smiles, moving away from him, going over to her bed and laying the duvet she had wrapped around her on the mattress. "Now scoot, so I can eat this divine breakfast!"