Rosalyn Parker had her own demons, and quickly became someone else's demon. But who knew that being hated by her cousin would make her meet Penelope Park.
(Penelope Park x OC)
(Completed, under edition)
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That Saturday was calm. It was raining, and there were thunders, which were used for entertainment for the kids as they counted the time between the light was shown and when the sound was heard. Some students were hidden in their bedrooms, and some others were paying no attention to it. Rosalyn decided to seat outside, at the main door, seeing how the rain fell almost at her feet. She had a big coat on herself, and the school uniform was replaced by a pair of blue sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a galaxy on it. She was reading a book, one that Hope gave to her, one that belonged to the Mikaelson family. Rosalyn put a bag around it, to make sure that it didn't get a single drop of water. The thunders served as the soundtrack of those beautiful verses, and the smell of wet earth filled the green-eyed girl's senses. She was so deep in the book that she never realized that she was being watched by Penelope Park. And maybe Penelope preferred it that way. Because when Rosalyn didn't know that she was being watched, she would chew her nails and furrow her eyebrows while reading. When she didn't know that she was being watched, she would hum some song, and even could sing one. And Penelope found it wonderful, how the girl could get so into her own world and ignore what was going on outside of her head.
A thunder especially close to them made Rosalyn jump a little, and in that brief moment where she realized that Penelope was there, looking at her from her place in front of the door. She left her watch for some time before she said something. She left Penelope to believe that she didn't notice, and she tried to read again, but her mind drifted back to the brunette.
-I know you're watching, Penelope -she mumbled, without raising her eyes to her.
-I didn't mean to bother.
-And you aren't, the thunder, on the other hand... -she joked.
-Why are you outside? You're going to get cold.
-I'm not. I have a coat, and a sweatshirt, so, I'm fine.
Penelope walked towards her friend, sitting beside her, and then put her chin on Rosalyn's shoulder.
-What are you reading?
-Nicholas Breton, renaissance poet. The book's from Hope, from her family.
-So you're going through a phase of emo now? -she joked.
-I've always liked poetry, it was something that I had in common with my grandfather.
-I heard about your grandfather, I'm sorry.
Rosalyn sighed, and then closed the book. She left it on her backpack, and smiled at the same time she extended her hand to the smaller girl.
-Do you trust me?
-In this? Not really, but I know that it doesn't exactly matter, do it? -she asked taking her hand.
-Not really, get over it, you decided to deal with it when you decided to be my friend -she said, getting up and dragging her to the rain.
