ROSETTA'S POV:
"Bring her back before dark." Dad says to Os as I walk out the front door. 
                              "Use protection!" Ross shouts from inside and mom slaps his head. 
                              He lets out an ow before running upstairs with a plate in hand. 
                              "Do not enter that room with the food Rosalio!" Mom shouts after him and Os chuckles while I shake my head.
                              "You look beautiful." He compliments and I blush. I'm in a lavender floral summer dress and he's rocking a casual shirt with shorts.
                              "You look good too." I smile at him and he returns it.  
                              "Ready?" He asks as I respond with a nod and walk to the car with him.
                              He drives off in a very familiar direction and I smile, knowing exactly where we are going. 
                              He set up a picnic near The Hidden Beauty. 
                              "This is amazing." 
                              "I know it's not much but-" 
                              "It's perfect Os. Thank you."
                              I stand on my toes and he leans in, giving me a kiss. It's brief but still quite blissful. 
                              "Shall we?" He asks and we walk towards the food set up.
                              "No way. You're telling me you cooked all this?" I ask and get a proud nod in response.
                              "That's so cute but you're eating first. I'm not getting poisoned today."
                              He rolls his eyes at that. 
                              "Come on. I'm not that bad of a chef. After all, mom helped."
                              I take a bit out of the ham sandwich and moan in satisfaction. 
                              "I can't believe I underestimated your cooking skills. This is so good." I say and quickly take another bite.
                              "Slow down. You don't want to choke."
                              "You need to cook for me more often."
                              "I thought you didn't want to taste my food a few minutes ago."
                              "Well that was before I tasted it and now I love it."
                              "Well you're not getting any more."
                              "Pleaseeee."
                              He chuckles when I give him a sad face.
                              "Okay fine." I smile in victory. 
                              "We still have a lot more to do today."
                              "More? I thought this was it."
                              He smiles in return. I wonder what my boyfriend has planned.
                              "So. What else are we gonna do?" I ask once I'm done with the really delicious sandwich. 
                              "You'll see."
                              "Come on. Tell me. Pleaseeee." I hit him with the puppy dog eyes.
                              "Noooo. I shall not succumb to your cute eyes today. It has to be a surprise." 
                              My pout grows wider. He has to give in now.
                              "Not today Rosy. If I have to shut my eyes the rest of the picnic I will."
                              "Not fair. Look into my eyes." I say in a weird voice and gently grab his face.
                              Staring at him for a few seconds, I mutter, "I love you."
                              "I love you too Rosy. So much." 
                              He connects his lips to mine. 
                              Ah, life couldn't be any better. It isn't perfect but it's just the way we like it. There's going to be pain but there's also going to be joy. After all, you just have to see the brighter side of things. 
                                      
                                   
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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...
 
                                               
                                                  