i started writing this in august, didn't finish this until 9/11 and it sucks so
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i nervously mess with my hair as i wait for rose to answer the door.
it's been about a year and a half since we actually started dating, but it's only been official for a few months. none of our friends know, but we're both totally fine with that. besides, i'm sure that on some level, they've already put one and one together.
i tap my heel against the cement steps and sigh. a minute passes and i knock again. i hear jon yelling from inside the house and then it's silent. about forty more seconds pass and then rose is opening the door. dottie is behind her, looking up at me curiously with her tired, droopy brown eyes.
she looks totally stunning even though she's still in her pajamas and i smile as i tell her as much. she's giggling from the compliment and i give her a very light, uncertain peck on the cheek. physical contact like that is still fairly new to her - it was about seven months before she even let me kiss her, but i was okay with it, because i was totally head-over-heels for her and it was worth the wait, - so she blushes really hard, and it's really fucking cute.
she steps to the side to let me into the house.
after i enter, she grabs my hand with both of hers and pulls me along to the staircase to go up to her room. it almost makes me nervous because jon and spencer are right there on the couch, but we get upstairs without either of them noticing.
when we get to her room, she lets go of my hand and shuts the door behind us before padding over to her desk. she sits down in the pink wooden chair and continues reading her book. i look at her for a second before looking around the room. pastel pinks, blues, purples and yellows everywhere. on the window bench is a bunch of stuffed animals, all sat up in the corners. on her headboard is: more stuffed animals. her dresser is cluttered with beaded jewelry, friendship bracelets and pretty pretty makeup.
i tilt my head as i look at the several photos of her and the guys littering her bare wall. there's a small cluster of photos of rose and another man who i don't recognize, so i assumed it was her father or an ex-boyfriend. though if it was an ex, why she would keep his pictures is confusing to me.
there's a painting easel the furthest corner of the room, and on it is a tall canvas, with a white sheet covering it. i can sorta see a dark color through the thin cloth, but i choose not to look under it, due to respect for my girlfriend. after looking around, i sit on the edge of the bed and sigh quietly.
she turns in her seat and looks at me curiously. i flop back onto the soft sheets and fold my hands under the back of my head. "we should do something."
she tilts her head at me in cute curiosity and closes her book. "l- like what?"
i shrug and close my eyes. "we could watch a movie or go to the park."
i feel the bed dip beside me and her head is resting in the crevice between my collarbone and neck. this is fine. "or we.. w- we could just lay h- here a- and talk?"
i smile and nod. "or we could do that."
silence washes over us and i can feel her very warm, yet light puffs of air tickling my neck.
"i, um... i- i have something i- i wanna sh- show you... c- can i?"
i smile, "you don't need to ask for my permission. show me."
she nods and kisses my neck before getting up and going to the easel i saw earlier. she bites her thumbnail before carefully removing the sheet and revealing a stunning charcoal drawing of me. my eyes widen and i sit up to look at it more clearly. i can fee lthe start of a blush creeping over my face and my neck burns, and before i know it, i'm taking large strides over to rose, wrapping my arms around her thin torso and dipping her down before kissing her deeply. she lets out small yelp aganist m mouth, but soon just melts into it, wraps her thin arms around my shoulders and keeping me close. i pull away, a grinning, blushing mess and give her another peck. "i love it. i love you."
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