ROSETTA'S POV:
"OSWALD!" I shout into his ear and he opens an eye.
                              "Mm?" He hums.
                              "Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP." I jump on the bed even though the effect of it on him is slight.
                              "It's too early. I wanna sleep." I steal the pillow before he can bury his face into it. One by one, I throw all the pillows across the room.
                              "Come on." I pull him up by his arm. Well I try to. He won't budge.
                              "Sweetheart, are you even trying?" 
                              Of course, he decides to tease me. I cross my arms over my chest, feigning anger.
                              He pulls me closer to him and I gasp.
                              "Is my princess angry with me?" He asks, caressing my cheek.
                              I glare at him. "Let go. Come on, we'll have to get out of this room at some point." I argue
                              "Nooooo. I just wanna stay in and cuddle." He nuzzles his face into my hair.
                              "You leave me no choice." I wiggle out of his grasp and run to the bathroom to get some freezing, cold water. 
                              "Woahhhhh. I'm up. I'm up." He stops me before I can dump it on him. No fair. "Ever heard of Saturday? Weekend? Lazy day?" He questions and I give him a look that spells out 'what's your point?'
                              "I just want to sleep in." He whines, pulling me to himself again.
                              "But we need to go over to my house. Remember?"
                              I give him a quick kiss.
                              "Go get ready. Nessa is waiting for us downstairs."
                              I walk downstairs once more. "He's up now."
                              "And it only took..." She checked her wristwatch, "10 minutes." 
                              I laugh. "He'll be down soon."
                              I have breakfast with Nessa as we wait for Os to get ready.
                              "Good morning." Os greets, hugging his mom and pecking my cheek. "Ooo. Pancakes."
                              He digs right into the food on my plate when there is a tower of pancakes at the centre of the table.
                              I shake my head. 
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"Doing the dishes"
"Doing the dishes"
"Dishes dishes dishes la la la la la."
                              "You know The Dishes Song?" Nessa asks in surprise. 
                              "Yes, I do. I used to sing it all the time."
                              "Did someone say The Dishes song?" Os walks into the kitchen, humming to the tune of the song. 
                              "Make sure to add soap"
"Make sure to scrub it"
"Make sure to rinse it la la la la la." We all sing along.
                              "No using dish towels"
"No using dish towels"
"Air drying is best la la la la la."
                              "And we're done." Nessa says, referring to the dishes we were doing.
                              "One more time!" I say excitedly and we sing the dishes song over and over again.
                              "Let's get going." Nessa speaks up after our 10th round of singing The Dishes Song. 
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"Honey, I'm hooooooome!" I exclaim when we enter the house.
                              "Rosy!" Josh attacks me in a hug.
                              "I've only been gone one night." I roll my eyes at his excitement but hug him back anyway.
                                      
                                   
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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...
 
                                               
                                                  