Monochromatic - Chaelisa (CONVERTED)

Day 7.

Roseanne was in her room and opened up her laptop to open it up to Tumblr when she heard something tapping her window and raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head and started clicking on a photo she was going to reblog when she heard another tapping noise. Roseanne furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the window and saw Lisa throwing rocks to her window. She opened the window and a rock hit her in the eye and Roseanne clutched onto her eye.

"Ow, fuck!" Roseanne cursed.

Lisa's eyes widened. "Shit, Rosie I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

"You could've just texted me you were outside!" Roseanne told her as she rubbed her eye.

"Yeah but I thought throwing rocks at your window would be more romantic." Lisa smiled cheekily.

"Well you almost made me lose an eye so not very romantic." Roseanne scoffed.

Lisa pouted but quickly smiled again. "Can I come up?"

Roseanne bit her lip, no one besides Ella and her parents had ever come into her room. It was like her personal sanctuary. "Um, how about I come down?" she suggested.

"But climbing up is so much more romantic Rosie!" Lisa whined.

Roseanne sighed and nodded. "Fine." She mumbled before opening the window more so Lisa could go in.

Lisa smiled and quickly started to climb her way up to the window of Roseanne's room. "My love, as I climb up this window to your heart!" Lisa exclaimed in a faux Shakespearian type voice making Roseanne laugh at how much of a dork Lisa was. "I must proclaim my undying love for you! My love for you reminds me of... um..." Lisa paused as she made it halfway up to Roseanne window.

"Ooh someone's stumped." Roseanne teased with a giggle.

Lisa glared at Roseanne playfully before smiling again. "My love for you reminds me of... your secret spot in the lake." She said. "No one knows about it but you."

Roseanne couldn't help but smile and blush. "Nice use of comparison." She said softly.

Lisa climbed all the way up and slipped inside the window and dusted off her jeans. "Thanks, maybe you're not the only awesome writer." Lisa smirked.

Roseanne rolled her eyes. "Shut up." She chuckled as she sat down on her bed and Lisa joined her seconds later as she plopped down on Roseanne's bed. "So this is where Roseanne Park resides in... it's cute." Lisa smiled as she got up to look around. "I've never had my own room before." She whispered.

Roseanne watched as Lisa looked around her room. "Not even once?"

Lisa picked up a scrapbook from Roseanne's shelf and shook her head. "No. My room has always been just a bed. But nothing else. Nothing that made it special. It was just a place I slept, but it was never a place to call mine. I've never had anything to call mine really..."

Roseanne walked to Lisa and rested her head on Lisa's shoulder as Lisa looked through one of her old scrapbooks with photographs back when she took pictures. "You have me." She spoke gently.

Lisa smiled softly and turned to Roseanne. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You have me to call yours." Roseanne returned.

Lisa kissed Roseanne gently. "And you have me to call yours." She smiled.

Roseanne smiled this time and pressed her lips against Lisa's again. Lisa's lips tasted like magic and hope. Two things she hoped she'd never have to lose.

Lisa broke the kiss and turned to the photographs. "You took these?" Lisa asked.

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah, a long time ago. I don't take photographs anymore."

Lisa ran her finger through a self-portrait of Roseanne sitting at the dock, swinging her legs and looking out. "Why?"

Roseanne shrugged. "I don't need photographs to remind me what I felt."

"What's wrong with feeling?" Lisa asked.

"A lot."

"You're going to remember anyway, might as well have physical proof that it happened."

"I have emotional proof." Roseanne pursed her lips. "That's enough." Lisa closed the scrapbook. "Do you still have your camera?"

Roseanne nodded slowly. "Yeah... somewhere in a drawer. Why?"

"Get it out."

Roseanne sighed. "I'm not taking pictures again, Lisa."

"Why not?"

"Because I left it for a reason."

"What's the reason?"

Roseanne stayed quiet.

"Why do you never talk to me about yourself? You know everything about me yet I barely know your interests, let alone your life." Lisa huffed.

"Why do you even care? You leave in three days. My life compared to yours is insignificant." Roseanne told her.

"Because you mean something to me, Rosie. You're far from insignificant. You're brilliant. You're beautiful. You're amazing. You're otherworldly." Lisa put the scrapbook back in its place. "You live in one of the most creative minds that you refuse to share. You trap yourself in your brilliance, do you know that? You think people don't see how brilliant you are but I do. I see it. I see how amazing you are and it makes me sad to know that you hide it. You shouldn't hide your glitter." Lisa smiled softly.

Roseanne stared at Lisa with wide eyes, surprised by the words that came out of Lisa's mouth.

"I was told to hide it." Roseanne said softly. "I was told I wasn't brilliant. I was told I was a freak. I was made small, Lisa." She looked down at the floor.

"Who told you that?" Lisa whispered, caressing Roseanne's cheek.

"People." Roseanne sniffled. "Kids specifically. I was bullied. Like, really bad. So bad, that I lost myself."

Lisa lifted up Roseanne's head. "Well guess who found you?"

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A camera flashed and Roseanne smiled as she looked down at the picture she had taken of Hwasa who had posed as she hung up in the air through her red silks. Lisa had encouraged her to bring her camera after their moment in her room and take pictures of whatever her heart desired.

Her heart desired the circus and everything in it.

Hwasa climbed her way down from the silks and walked over with a grin. "How'd I come out?" Roseanne showed her the photograph. "I love it!" she exclaimed.

Roseanne chuckled. "Thanks. I'm a little rusty, I haven't done this in a while but Lisa encouraged me."

Hwasa scoffed. "Oh shush, you're great. I genuinely look like I'm talented." She joked.

"Oh shush, you are talented. If you put me up there doing what you do, I'd be dead on the floor." Roseanne chuckled.

Hwasa laughed before looking at the picture again. "God, it'd be great if you'd come on the road with us and take picture of all of us. It'd be great promo and it's so... artistic." Hwasa told Roseanne. "If I was an outsider, I'd definitely want to come to the circus just from these pictures alone."

Roseanne stayed with that thought as she went and took pictures of everyone else.