Forever His✔️ - EDITING

He Knows

ROSETTA'S POV:
I wake up a few hours later and decide to go home and freshen up. For some reason I can't get the secret conversation out of my head. It's been haunting me.

It's Saturday now which means Netflix and chill. With food of course.

"Welcome home honey. Where were you? Did you spend the night at the hospital?" My dad asks with his head buried in a newspaper. That's so grandpa-like of him. He's only direct with his questions when he's suspicious.

I've got two options: truth or lie.

"Yes, I did. Os and I had a lot of catching up to do. I hope that's no bother." I just couldn't bring myself to lie to my father at this point.

"Not at all. Freshen up and come back down. I need to have a chat with you."

"Okay, papa. I hope I'm not in any trouble." I say, the last part mainly to myself.

After 2 hours of getting ready which was really 30 minutes of chatting, an hour of TV time and the rest for actually taking a bath and dressing up, I finally walk downstairs. Truth be told, I sat in my undies for about 20minutes before actually putting on some clothes. I'm just feeling extra lazy today.

"I'm here papa. What did you want to talk about?" I flop down beside him on the couch and ruffle his slightly grey hair. He hates it when I do that but today he just lets it slide. Weird.

"I'll just go straight to the point here. What's up between you and Oswald? I know you two are certainly not 'just friends' so tell me, what are you?" He says in his local dialect, Fante and when he does that, I know he means business.

"Papa..."

"I want the entire truth. No sugercoating."

I sigh. Well, here goes nothing. I'm super nervous about telling him now more than ever because I'll have to tell him what's been going on and I'm afraid he might engage super overprotective daddy mode.

"Oswald and I are-"

"What's up family?! Who missed me?" Rosalio walks in with his overnight duffel bag and I heave a sigh of relief.

"Rosalio is chirpy at 8 in the morning? That too on a Saturday? Who's that girl, Ross?" I change the topic, putting the spotlight on Rosalio.

I walk towards him and whisper, "Play along."

He creases his brows in confusion as though to ask what?

"Just play along." I say

"You wanna know the girl? Help me unpack and wash my dirty laundry."

"You only stayed overnight. What's there to wash?" I ask, hoping that dad doesn't call me back.

"Oh trust me, there's a lot." We keep walking up the stairs and halfway there, I smile maniacally.

"Rosy, help your brother unpack and get back here. We're not done having this conversation."

I cuss inwardly. There's no escaping now.

"Sure dad." I say and run up the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Rosalio asks

"Dad is suspicious of Oswald and I."

"You guys weren't really hiding that fact, it was pretty obvious. He even took a knife stab for you. That's not something just friends do." He shrugs.

"Ughhhhhh. You're not helping." I groan.

"Look. Just be upfront with him. Tell him the truth. Dad doesn't just know Os. He likes him."

"Fine." I'm not totally convinced but that's the best I'll get.