Snippet #2516986

"Shit." Was the first word to come out of Romans mouth when he opened up his nearly empty pack of cigarettes. There was one left. Taking it out, and placing it in between his teeth to hold, he shoved the empty pack back into the back of his pants pocket. He was going to have to get another soon. Glancing over his shoulder as he heard a small giggle, he gave a crooked grin when he say his little sister Anastasia. "What's so funny?" He asked, the little girl looking up at the immensely taller boy, as he removed the cigarette from his teeth's grip and placed it at rest in between his fingers. "You said a swear!" She giggled in reply. Roman rolled his green eyes. "I did not, you little punk," He chuckled back teasingly, glancing over her and to his dog, Boy. Yeah, Roman as pretty clever for coming up with that name. Whistling, the dog came running towards him, and placing its head underneath Romans hand, like the addict for pets he was. Roman stroked the long brown haired dog, and turned his attention back to Anastasia. "I'm going to the park, tell Mom I'll be home whenever," he told the young blue eyed child, before hooking up a leash to Boy's collar and opening up the front door and exiting.

As soon as Roman left the property of his house, and was on the short walk to the park, he lit his cigarette up. Boy tugged and tugged, trying desperately to get to the ark in which seemed to be the dogs favourite place. To be quite frank, it was one of Romans too. It as better at home, at least.

Walking into the green scape area that often kids of the town hung out at, he glanced around at all the unfamiliar faces, before catching a glimce of one he knew. Well, make that two. Walking up to them he gave a small jerk of his hand in a wave, before removing the cigarette from his mouth and squishing it into one of those weird ashtray that seems to be built on top of public trash cans. He just caught the ending of Liam's love spiel. "You know what you need?" Roman stated to him, before unhooking his dogs leash and throwing a stick for him to fetch. "You just need another girl. Besides, Rose was not your type of girl, she was a bitch."

“Aunty, for the last time, I don’t want to go out on a date with whatever business partner’s son." Bellamy groaned, as she simultaneously packed up her sketch book and drawing things into her messenger bag. Delilah, her aunt, just sat at the edge of Bellamy’s bed and rolled her eyes. “His name is Alexander, not some business partners son. You know your parents. This guys a big investor into the restaurant, and they flaunted around your picture because they’re always proud of you. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Besides, I’ve seen the son and he’s kind of cute,” her aunt teased at the idea. Bellamy gave her a look that screamed ’Oh ha ha ha. “I would really rather not be used as some sort of business pawn, but I guess I’ll think about it. Yet for right now, my answer is still no.” Slipping her bag on, she leaned down to give her aunt a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m going out, but I’ll be back soon. Love you, bye!” She said, running out the door before her aunt could object.

Daliah was her aunt yes, but ever since she was five she had been living in their house. Her mother and father where always so busy with the restaurant, and had little time to take care of such a growing child properly. So, her aunt offered to be a nanny of some sorts. She’s just never left.

Entering into the beautiful parks scenery, she sat herself comfortable underneath a beautiful oak tree, and opened her bag, pulling out a pencil and her sketch book in which she never went anywhere without. Glancing up from the pristine blank page, she tried to find a good scene to draw, but her eyes caught something else, her best friend Reece. Smiling, she began to sketch the girl who was sitting down with her nose so familiarly shoved in a book. It took her only a quick bit to sketch her in pencil.

Pushing herself up from the ground, she packed up her stuff back into her bag, and made her way over to the petite blonde girl, before sitting herself next to her, looking at the cover of the novel, she tilted her head to the side and let her chestnut brown hair fall over her shoulder. “Is that a new book?” She asked curiously.