ROSETTA'S POV:
I groan and slam my hand on the bedside table, furiously searching around for the stupid thing bursting my eardrums. Not bothering to open my eyes, I finally get to it but push it down instead. Hesitantly, I sit up, open my eyes and pick it from the floor, turning it off in the process.
Why the heck did I forget to turn off my alarm yesterday?
I lay back down, tossing and turning. Sleep, unfortunately, refuses to come back to me.
Thank You Lord Jesus. I mutter to myself, getting off the bed lazily and walking into the bathroom, as I rub my eyes. Who says you can't thank God after being rudely woken up by the alarm you forgot to turn off?
After my regular morning routine, I pick my phone and scroll through my messages. I put our agenda for the week on the Bully Wipers Platform. So far, I love how things are going with the committee.
I'm about to text Os but I decide to call him instead.
"Hello?" He sounds sleepy.
"Good morning." I chirp
"Rosy, is something wrong?" He asks.
"No. Why'd you think that?" I ask
"Because it's 6:30 am. You're usually never up at this time."
"Forgot to turn off my alarm." I explain.
"Oh. We'll then." He yawns and I immediately bring something up for us to talk about. I'm not a conversation starter most of the time but words just flow when I'm talking with Os.
After about 30 minutes of laughter and random chatting, I realise Os is no longer cracking jokes to keep me laughing just because he says and I quote,"Loves my angelic laughter."
"Os. Os. OSWALD!!" I yell. I still don't get a response. Then a diabolical plan pops into my head.
I walk to my top drawer and bring out the air horn. Get ready for some crappy sounds Os.
Pinning the air horn to my phone, I release as much sound as I can.
"Ughhhhhhhhh. Thump. Ow. What the heck, Rosy?"
"You slept off. I had to wake you." I say, shrugging even though he can't see me.
"Did you have to do it so cruelly? Gosh." I snicker.
We talk some more and this time he dared not sleep off again.
After sometime, Os has some business to attend to. It's 8:00. Gosh, we could have talked for 24 hours without realising.
I walk downstairs for breakfast.
The girls and I decide to meet up for a girls' day out. I walk to the living room after breakfast and watch some shows on Netflix.
At around 1pm, I get up to go get dressed when Josh approaches me.
"Heyya." I say.
"Hi." He smiles and takes a seat beside me. I realise he has his football in hands.
"Wanna play?" He asks with pleading eyes.
"Sorry Josh. I'm meeting up with my friends today. Maybe next time." He pouts at me and I smile sadly.
I already made plans with the girls. I can't just bail on them.
"I do know someone who would love to play with you." I said, smiling widely at him.
He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from me. "Come on Josh, I can't just bail on my friends."
He walks away still annoyed with me.
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Forever His✔️ - EDITING
Teen Fiction"Os-" cough cough. "No no, don't speak. Shush. Save your energy." Rosetta points behind Oswald and he turns around, only to receive a knife into his flesh. He lets out a shout in agony when Jack pulls the knife out of his stomach. "If you're out of...
