Socially Awkward

Chapter 25:

To my surprise, school flies by the next day and it seems that'll be the only positive part of my day considering I have to watch a bunch of hormonal teenagers that Rosie calls her friends.

So yeah basically, my life's going great.

As soon as Rosie gets home, she busts through my door and bombards me with a run-down of tonight.

I tune her out the entire time she's speaking because I refuse to ignore the fact that she doesn't seem to understand the meaning of personal space.

The only sentence I hear is when she asks, "Any questions?"

"Yeah just one." My fake smile fades into an unfriendly frown. "Why are you so close to my face?"

She quickly backs away and apologizes, "Sorry. I'm just so nervous."

I sigh, knowing that I'm going to have to give her a big sister speech, "Listen, it's just a party. That guy you like is just a guy. It's no big deal so calm down. You're thirteen. You don't even know what a real party is."

She rolls her eyes at me and changes the subject, "Anyway, everyone's coming around four or five."

"I know. I know. For the hundredth time, I know. Now get out." I literally have to get up and push her out the door.

I begin to question why I ever agreed to this in the first place.

Then I remember I don't really have friends that I can hang out with. They have their own problems at the moment.

A few hours go by, and so far no one's showed up to her party.

I walk downstairs to find Rosie sitting on the couch alone, all dressed up and sad.

"It's six thirty, where is everyone?" I ask her.

She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know. They told me they were on the way."

"How long ago did they say that?" I question.

Her eyes water as she replies, "An hour ago."

My heart sinks at the sound of her voice. Unlike me-an emotional wreck-Rosie is strong and she doesn't cry over just anything. So to see her even shed a tear over this says a lot.

I sit next to her on the couch and comfort her by rubbing her back.

She breaks down and covers her face with her hands.

It's sad to see her so broken. In a strange and extremely upsetting way, it's like looking into a mirror. I wonder if this is how my mom felt when she used to catch me crying all the time.

"Well maybe something happened. I mean, you never kn-"

I'm cut off by the sound of my doorbell ringing.

"Oh my God. They're here!" Rosie nearly jumps off the couch.

She rushes to the door, looking like a clown because she smudged all the makeup (she stole from me) when she was crying.

"Uh Rosie!" I call after her, but she ignores me and darts for the door.

She swings the door open to find a bunch of her friends standing outside the door.

Their eyes widen when they take a better look at Rosie's face.

A girl with blonde hair points it out and and laughs. "Okay, why did you do that to your face?"

Rosie let's everyone inside before replying, "It's a long story Katie. Anyway you guys can hang out here" as she points to the living room.

Oh Rosie.