Lisa is living alone in New York and puts out a flyer for a new roommate... that's when Rosé comes into the equation. Recently out of a relationship, will the simple joke of the two
foreign girls being soulmates become a reality?
A/N: This is a con...
Rosé look at the girls outstretched hand. "Oh right," Rosé nervously giggled. What had gotten into her?!
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"I'm Rosé, ...I mean Roseanne," She internally cursed herself for acting so... confused. 'Why are my hands getting clammy?' Rosé thought, rubbing them on the side of her black jeans.
"Well, come in, come in," Lisa ushered Rosé inside, holding the door open maybe to sneak a look at the mysterious girls bum, maybe not.
As Rosé turned around to face Lisa, she saw the girls head quickly snap up and her cheeks redden. The strawberry haired girl considered bringing it up but just smirked as she followed Lisa into the apartment.
The walls were painted white with various paintings and quotes hung around, either in frames or stuck up by tape. The living room had an old black leather sofa in the middle of the room and a kind of orange colored beanbag to the left of it. A glass coffee table with a notebook and pen place upon it was in between the sofa and large television. To the corner of the room, there was a large glass window with a beautiful view of New York which Rosé instantly fell in love with.
"How old are you?" Rosé asked to break the little moment of silent.
"I turned 23 two month ago," Lisa answered while scratching the back of her neck. "You?"
"Nice, I'm 23 too, but my birthday was longer ago than yours," Then she noticed the pine guitar propped up against the glass.
"You play?" The Unnie asked, brooding interest.
"Hmm?" Lisa questioned, she was obviously focusing on something else.
"The guitar, do you play it?" Rosé asked, repeating her question.
"Oh, sometimes but I'm not very good at it," She spoke, playing with her fingers. "Do you..." Lisa tried to inquired but paused.
"Play guitar?" Rosé quickly finished and furrowed her eye brows. "Yeah, a bit, I mean... I'm pretty good," Rosé replied blushingly, she scolded herself internally again for acting like a love sick teenager. For goodness sake she'd just gotten out of a two-year relationship with someone, she should be locked up in her room blasting music through her headphones. That was when she realised that her room was with Irene, and that option was now gone.
"Hey, are you alright?" Lisa asked, snapping Rosé out of her thoughts, "You kind of zoned out for a bit," Rosé just gently nodded, putting on a small fake smile.
Lisa carried on the tour of the apartment and Rosé was impressed. The kitchen was connected to the living room with white tiling and granite work places, and if she were to take the offer, her room was divine as well. Everything was already furnished, bed, wardrobe, cupboard, small cabinet and a desk. The small window, along with the one in the living room, also had a spectacular view.
After the tour, the two girls sat down and began to discuss the plans. Lisa sat cross-legged on the sofa while Rosé took a seat on the beanbag, quietly sipping the coffee that Lisa had made for her.
"So do you like it?" Lisa asked, looking up from her hot chocolate she had been focusing on intently.
"Pardon?" The strawberry haired girl asked, putting her coffee down and running a hand through her hair, obviously distracted again by her situation with Irene.
Lisa looked at her with soft eyes. "Listen, I know it's not really my problem but you just seem kind of upset or distracted about it... I mean if you were to move in I guess..."
The Rosé looked at the delicate warm brown eyes and felt a wave of sadness rush over her. She felt the tears brimming again but didn't try to hide it. Rosé felt safe where she was in that moment. She brought her legs up to her chest and started bawling her eyes.
"She... she cheated on me," Rosé managed to choke out.
Lisa couldn't believe what she had just heard "she." A slight smile crept up onto the corners of her mouth but realised the situation so moved over to the sobbing girl and held her in her arms, gently stroking her bright hair. "Damn her hair is soft," Lisa thought, "It will be okay," She gently spoke, holding the shaking girl in her arms.
"It will be okay," Lisa whispered again, in a hushed tone.
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