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Rose Hathaway

What's there to live for anymore?

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a character in “What Misfit Truly Means”, originally authored by BBSweetie, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Rosemarie Hathaway
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Theme: Play On | Carrie Underwood
Image Song: Here I Am | Camp Rock

GENERAL INFORMATION

Role: Miss Popular to Nada
Gender: Female
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Many know her as Rose. The only people that ever call her Rosemarie are her teachers and mother, that is, until the accident. Sometimes people get away with Rosie, but not many.
Age: 17
Love Interest: The Quarterback at first, but now that that’s over and done, she’s not interested in anything anymore.

APPEARANCE

Height: Five Feet Seven Inches
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Rose is rather skinny, since after the accident she stopped eating. But she managed to maintain her well-proportioned figure.
Hair Color: Cherry Red
Eye Color: Sunny Amber
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: She’s got a tattoo of an everlasting knot across her collarbone. Her belly-button is pierced with a dolphin pendant, and her ears always have silver studs in them.

Description: Rose is a very well-balanced girl, or at least she was. Now, her once golden amber eyes are haunted with depression, and her once tan skin is washed out and pale. The hair that defined her at the school still hangs down to her waist, but it seems as though the color dimmed in that as well.

Although she appears to be exhausted and perpetually saddened, her body still maintains its natural figure. Her shoulders are small, making way to a nicely sized chest and a slim waist. Her hips widen out into natural, slim, curves, and her thighs are skinny to reveal long legs. She’s tall, but not as tall as most other people at the school. She generally leaves her hair down to reach her waist, simply because she doesn’t care enough to make herself look good anymore. She never wears makeup anymore, so she appears plain and the brightness that used to draw people to her is gone.


Preferred Clothing: She wears a grey v-neck t-shirt and skinny black jeans over her black converse. Not even close to her cheerleader uniform, she embraces the darkness she feels inside and projects it on the outside.

MENTALITY

Oddities: Onychphagia Ever since the accident, Rose has found this need to bite her fingernails over and over again, until there’s barely a fingernail left. Her nails are ragged and chewed, and she just cannot seem to stop.
Skills: She’s quite flexible from being Head Cheerleader, and can tumble like no other.
Likes: Cats || Quiet || Art
Dislikes: Questions || Needles || Prying
Hobbies: She doesn’t have any hobbies anymore. She just doesn’t care.
Phobia(s): She’s horribly afraid of death, and anything with more than four legs.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Once upon a time, Rose was fun to be around. She was a bright, happy, cheerleader, with the whole world ahead of her. But after the accident that took her mother and everything she had, the old Rose is forgotten. Now, she doesn’t smile, she rarely opens her mouth, and she hasn’t tumbled in months. Depression has consumed her, and the shadow of her old self has been locked away. Right after the accident, Rose was a mess, but she still was strong. It wasn’t until everyone turned against her that she really lost it. She went to her mother’s grave and sobbed for hours. Since then, she hasn’t so much as made a peep. The only remnants of a still living soul are the constantly chewed fingernails from her anxiety.

No one goes near her, she went from the absolute most popular to the absolute least popular. She spends her after hours at her mother’s grave, or at the group home that foster care placed her in. No one talks to her there either, and they always eat the food before she can get to it. She’s not in the best place, but some part of the old her is still alive. It’s just waiting to be awoken again.


BACKGROUND

Relationship Status: Single
Family: No one
Personal History: Rose was born on June 21st, 1994 to Theresa Hathaway. She had a good life, living alone with her mom in a big house. Many people wondered how her mother could afford it, and honestly Rose never knew. She had a theory that her father was supporting them, but never asked her mom. Rose had never met her father, and the only thing she’d known about him was his name. Mark Cuso. When she was 12, she tried looking for him, but to no avail. She couldn’t find any record of him anywhere. Her mother and her got into a fight about it, and Rose was forced to give up the search. After that, she never thought about him again.

Entering freshman year in high school, she was quick to achieve popularity and become Head Cheerleader. Not long after that, she began a relationship with the quarterback and nothing could be better. But, when she was a junior, her house burned down in a horrible accident, with her mother trapped inside. Rose had been at cheerleading practice at the time, and the police had shown up to tell her the news. No one could believe it, and when Rose reached out for help, she got nothing in return. They took away her spot on the squad, and her so-called boyfriend left her buried in the dirt. She was forced to recreate herself, and she became a lifeless shell of the old Rose.

So begins...

Rose Hathaway's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Emma Laurence Character Portrait: Maximilian Walker Character Portrait: Rose Hathaway Character Portrait: Nikoloz Kvaratskhelia Character Portrait: Michaline Walker
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Ah, it was good to be home! The off-white, oppressive walls that seemed to close in on you wherever you walked, the hot rod red of the lockers which seemed to force you to rush, rush, rush to your next class, and the all-encompassing layer of infuriating teenage angst that seemed to wrap the whole package together. And yet, despite it all, here was this crazy kid, with nothing but a smile on his face and a ukulele in his hands, bopping his way down the hall, in the middle of the hustle and bustle, quite literally going against the crowd. He was simply elated at being back, getting to see all of his friends again. As he walked through the hallway on his way out to the tennis court, he couldn't help but start to play...

"She wears an orchid in her long, dark hair/Her little smile tells me she knows I care/I love to listen when she plays her song/And she can strum so sweetly all day long/Ukulele girl ooooh/You make me smile/Ukulele girl ooooh/You drive me wild/Ukulele girl ooooh/You rock m-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU FUCKING FREAK!" Apparently the quarterback and his friends didn't appreciate his happy vibes... Ah no matter, and so he continued singing on his way.

"Love you too bro! Heh heh... Asshole... I saw her sitting on the beach alone/Playing songs about her island home/I moved closer so that I could hear/That ukulele ringing in my ear/Ukulele girl, you make me smile ooooh/Ukulele girl ooooh/You drive me wild/Ukulele girl ooooh/You rock my world/ I asked her if she'd play a song for me/I knew that song would set my spirit free/Could she be an ang-..." He stopped in his tracks upon seeing the most beautiful sight he'd seen in almost two weeks.

Rose Hathaway was standing at her locker, and for the first time that he'd ever seen, she was completely alone. He steeled himself, "Come on Max... You've got this shit... Initiating the conversation is half the battle..." He took a few calming breaths, and stepped forward with his ukulele.

"H-hey there Rose, I couldn't help but notice you standing here alone... Uhm... Eheh... H-how ya doin'?"

She didn't say anything though, she simply nodded, looked away sadly, and walked in the other direction...

"Shit... Smooth one Max... Tch... I guess I'd better go see what my sister's up to..." And with that he took his ukulele, and shuffled off in the direction of the tennis court.

He opened the door to the outside world and was immediately relieved to be free from the oppressiveness of that horrid building. However, he was immediately overcome with renewed stress when he saw Emma standing over his unconscious sister. As soon as he got over the initial shock he sprinted to her side, cradling her head.

"Mickey! Emma, What the fuck's going on here?! And where the fuck is Jack?!"

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Rose looked into the mirror that morning in the group home and shook her red hair around her shoulders. Her eyes were droppy and vacant, and her skin was deathly pale. She looked like a ghost on fire. Slipping on her black converse and other grey and black clothing items, she hunched her shoulders and went down the stairs. The other girls had already finished the breakfast, and Rose's stomach had stopped grumbling a long time ago, fed up with the lack of food and deciding that it just wasn't going to complain anymore, since it was no use. Rose was always the odd one out nowadays, even with daily nutrients.

The walkt to school wasn't terrible, but Rose didn't even notice. The cherry trees that she used to love didn't even register in her mind anymore. She remembered swinging on the branches when she was little, and sitting under them for a picnic when she got older. Now, they were just old trees that held forgotten memories. That's how everything was these days, forgotten.

Getting to school, she walked past all of the friends groups that she used to be a part of. The cheerleaders were in their usual place, applying cosmetics and gossiping. They laughed when they saw who she was now, a small red headed freak dressed like death. Getting to her locker, she used every ounce of willpower to open the door and throw her books inside. All she wanted to do was curl up and die, just like her mother. Oh, mommy... She felt tears prick her eyes and she wiped them away hastily. Ever since her mother's death, things had just gone downhill. Niko abandoned her, Parker turned on her, everything crumbled to ruins.

It was then that Max approached her, and she averted her gaze. She didn't want to talk to anyone anymore. She was sick of their "I'm sorries" or their "What happened?" She was sick of everything. "H-hey there Rose, I couldn't help but notice you standing here alone... Uhm... Eheh... H-how ya doin'?" Rose shut her eyes tight to keep back the tears that threatened to flow, and she nodded slightly. She had never been friends with Max, or any of his crew. They had been the people she had laughed at. And now the people she had laughed with were laughing at her instead. If any of her old spark had still remained, she would have said, Karma's a bitch but now she just nodded and walked away, not caring if she didn't answer. She just didn't care anymore.

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Rose saw Michaline sprint to the bathroom and the soul that existed somewhere deep within fluttered with concern. Rose had never really been mean to the so-called "misfits". She had just gone along with what was to be expected of the queen bee. Deep down, she had always regretted making them feel so terrible because she knew she would never have wanted people to treat her that way. She heard the end of school bell just like the rest of the students and she sighed hopelessly. It was either go back to the group home and hide in her room until morning, or hide in the bathroom where the security guards didn't dare venture. She opted for the bathroom, and made her way along.

On her way, she passed Niko and Parker and felt a lump in her throat at how good they looked together. But a part of her knew the look on Niko's face, and it was a look of fake happiness. If it was even possible for her to feel happy anymore, she would be happy at the fact that her ex-best friend was disgusting her ex-boyfriend. Walking past them, she accidently tripped and fell in front of Niko's feet. Looking up at them in horror, she quickly regained her posture and walked in the opposite direction towards the bathroom at the farthest end of the school, where she knew none of her old friends would be.

She opened the door quickly and slammed it shut, sinking down the wall and covering her face with her hands as tears started to flow down her face. She just sat there and cried as she usually did when something like that happened. Something that she knew they would laugh at her about when they met in private little groups as she used to do. She cried and she let all of her sadness overwhelm her, not realizing that she had accidently picked the bathroom where Michaline and Jack were already conversing.

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Quinn, a friend of Niko's who was as well on the football team strolled by yelling to some kid, Max who had just been released from jail. Niko told Quinn to let it go. The football team had a huge practice this evening and Quinn would obviously need to be there. But the jock was gone before more could be said and Niko turned back to Parker. "My will, wallet, and car are at your beck and call, m'lady." Niko was grinning to Parker. "Yay! It's a date!" Even though there was no set day or time Parker knew Niko would call her sometime this weekend and she would clear her schedule when he did.
The bell rang, a loud piercing noise, one of Parker's least favorite noises ever. "Look who's headed this way..." Parker smirked, she said it more to herself though, Niko probably didn't even hear. Rose, Parker's ex-bff was headed down the hall, passing the two. Parker saw Rose watching the two and just as a little reminder to Rose Niko was all Parkers, Parker held Niko's hand and kissed him. Well it must have slightly stunned the girl because Rose tripped right in front of them. Parker let out the slightness laugh watching her fall. Only a teeny tiny part of her actually missed the ex-popular. Rose had great nail polish colors... But the girl ran away embarrassed before Parker could say anything. Parker watched Niko making sure her kept his eyes to himself. She swung there hands back and forth. "So...anyways....I gotta go to detention, I'll text you once I get out, ugh she even took my phone." Parker gave one last mutter.

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Rose looked up abruptly at the sound of voices and trained her tear-filled eyes on Michaline and Jack, two misfits who she had no business hearing about their business. "I don't eat meatballs, you overgrown ogre. And apparently it would take less than a meatball, because I am pregnant!" Micheline announced and Rose looked from both their faces. She gasped and turned to Michaline, knowing her face was streaked with tears and her eyes probably looked wild and frightened. She mulled over what Michaline had said in her mind but could get no words to leave her lips. That was the case with her lately, always crying and never speaking.

She saw Michaline slump against one of the stalls, and recognized the vacant look in her eyes. It was the look that forever haunted Rose's eyes since her mother's death and the abandonment of her so-called friends. She knew what would happen. Michaline would detach herself, just letting shit roll her way and not giving a damn if it ran her over. That's how Rose was now.

Forcing herself to swallow her tears and bring up her voice she hadn't used in months, she looked at Michaline and whispered softly in a voice that was hoarse from lack of use, sounding very far from the old Rose. "Don't." Rose whispered, a tear slowly falling down her left cheek. "Don't let it consume you. Fight against it." With that, Rose's voice was gone again and she let out another sob before closing her eyes and burrying her head in her arms, wishing she could be invisible.

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"Jack what the fuck! You can't just barge into the girl's bathroom like that!" While Jack may not have had any tact or shame, Max did, and that is exactly what kept him from entering the girl's restroom to check on his twin, despite his immense desire to ensure her safety. "Mickey! Jack! What the fuck's going on!"

The bathroom's thick walls cancelled out most sounds from within, and the fact that he was able to recognize his sister's voice was a point of some concern, and his worry got the best of him. He quietly slipped inside, and what he saw was not exactly what he had expected. First of all Jack was staring incredulously at Mickey. Secondly he saw Mickey, hand clamped over her mouth, eyes wider than dinner plates. Finally, he saw Rose, eyes wide, cheeks streaked with tears, and sobbing into her arms.

"Ok, what the hell did I just miss?" He just kept staring at them, alternating between each of their faces, "And don't say 'nothing' like you normally do Mickey, 'nothing' doesn't cause situations like this! 'Nothing' doesn't make you pass out on the tennis court!" He crossed his arms across his ukulele, waiting for whatever lame lie his sister was going to tell. He could always tell when she was going to lie, and he could tell when telling the truth would cause her too much pain. He would let her get away with it for now, but he would demand the truth at a later date.

He was also having a hard time giving his sister his undivided attention, he wanted nothing more than to give Rose a hug and never let go... She just seemed so sad... He couldn't help but keep glancing softly at her, and then going back to staring daggers at Jack and his sister for making him worry so much and not giving him a damn good reason!

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Rose peered out of the crook of her arm at the scene that had just unfolded. She had stopped sobbing, and now it was just sniffles as she tried to calm herself down. She looked at Jack, a guy she had thought to be quite the jerkwad before she fell from grace, and shook her head slightly as he told Max, who had suddenly appeared in the room, that Michaline was pregnant. The former her would have laughed and made fun of Michaline for turning into one of those girls. But the new her, the constantly sad and lost her, simply felt the utmost sympathy for Michaline. I mean, Rose was definitely a person who knew what it was like to have your entire world turn upside down in the blink of an eye.

She looked up completely as Michaline rushed out of the room, and as Max tried to touch her, Michaline yelled at him. Poor Michaline... Rose's eyes were filled with sympathy for the young girl, but her voice had already made an appearance today, and all Rose could do was watch her leave. Then, it was just Max and her inside the bathroom and that was...well, Rose didn't really know what that was. Today had already been odd enough for her. Standing slowly, she glanced at Max before walking to the mirror and gazing at her reflection for the second time that day, as if she couldn't even recognize herself.

Her hair was hanging in messy clumps down her shoulders after her falling and crying into it, and her face was red and puffy from the constant tears, echoeing with her washed out eyes still brimming with tears. She bowed her head and sighed, not bothering to act like anything in front of Max. This was who she was now.

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"New life is always such a miracle, wouldn't you say?"
"What?" Max was simply confused with what Jack, his best friend besides his sister, sad, I know, had just said to him. During his confusion his sister stood up, hatred burning in her eyes, and when he tried to embrace her, just happy that she was ok, she flinched away, yelling at him, Don't touch me!" Her expression immediately softened as she said, "Just don't, ok?"

Max backed off, "Ok, ok... Just stay safe, alright sis?" and with that she stormed out the door, leaving Max alone with Rose. He watched her as she slowly stood and met his eyes, and all he could manage was a terribly sheepish smile. "Come on Max, it's not like she's some kind of angel... Just because you met her today on the word angel doesn't mean anything... It's just some stupid coincidence..." He looked back at Rose, at her beautiful, fiery, cherry red hair, and in the mirror, he saw her eyes, her beautiful, haunting, honey colored eyes... He sighed, gathering his strength for what he was about to do, and believe you me he was going to need it. He ran his hands through his mop of black hair, and then just tousled it all over again. He straightened his tie, and his hoodie, telling himself to be sure to breathe. This all took a matter of seconds, and when it was over he finally said, "Fuck it."

He strode, less than confidently, over to Rose, wrapped his arms around her in a tender embrace, placed his head on her slender shoulder, and just stood there, holding her for a few seconds that seemed like a blissful eternity. Then, sincerely and for the first time letting down his facade of happy-go-lucky optimism in front of someone other than his sister, he said to her, "I have to go take care of my sister, but... Just, don't give up ok? Life sucks, I know. You feel like you want to die, you feel like everyone's against you, but just know... You're not alone ok? I'm here for you if you want me to be, I care about you, ya' know? I want to see you smile again... Look, I have to go find my sister and make sure she didn't hurt herself or something, but I just wanted you to know, there is still someone who cares..."

With that, he held on for a few seconds more before reluctantly releasing her and starting for the door.

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Rose froze as Max came up to her and hugged her, putting his head on her shoulder. She hadn't had physical contact with another person since her mother had died. She felt him breathing, and slowly, ever so slowly, she relaxed and enjoyed the comforting feeling another warm body could bring. "I have to go take care of my sister, but... Just, don't give up ok? Life sucks, I know. You feel like you want to die, you feel like everyone's against you, but just know... You're not alone ok? I'm here for you if you want me to be, I care about you, ya' know? I want to see you smile again... Look, I have to go find my sister and make sure she didn't hurt herself or something, but I just wanted you to know, there is still someone who cares..."

Rose let out a breath and shut her eyes against more tears that threatened to fall, not making a sound. Max had just said exactly what she had been feeling. She wondered every morning whether anyone would miss her if she just...never woke up. Would anyone even care? Certaintly not Niko or Parker. They didn't give a damn about her anymore. Rose wasn't even sure if they ever did give a damn about her.

While she was deep in thought, Max let go and started towards the door. Rose took a deep breath and before he could leave, she brought her voice back. "Wait." She looked him in the eye and took another deep, long, breath, before swallowing her tears and stepping forward. "I...I want to help. I want to make sure she...I want to make sure she doesn't turn out like...like me."

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"Wait." She looked at and took another deep, long, breath, before stepping forward. "I... I want to help. I want to make sure she... I want to make sure she doesn't turn out like... Like me."

Max looked at her. She really was incredibly beautiful, especially now, she was real right now, none of the facade that he had seen before. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to her while she was gone, but he knew it must have been jarring to her to get her to revert back to her real self...

Max looked at her, "You say that like you're broken or something, believe me, you're fine just the way you are." Max took her hand, "Come on, Mickey probably headed home. If we hurry we can probably catch up, and I know a few shortcuts that she doesn't so... Let's go!" And so, with Rose in one hand, his ukulele in the other, and a smile on his face he took off in the direction of his shortcut. A shortcut that he immediately regretted taking because, as he had completely forgotten it went right by the football field, where the football team was practicing their freight train impersonations, and where the cheer squad was shaking it's collective ass. Much to the enjoyment of the football team. Rose's distress was not only visible, it was palpable, it saturated the air. He was worried she might freeze up if he didn't get the hell out of there. Oh, and not only that, but a few of the football players had broken off from the main group and were headed straight at him. He knew the quarterback wasn't in on it, these guys weren't bulky enough and the quarterback was talking to the coach, but they were big, they were angry, and he knew he had to think fast.

"Uh, hey Rose, what say we get the fuck outta here?"

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"You say that like you're broken or something, believe me, you're fine just the way you are." Rose shook her head, knowing she was broken. She hadn't smiled in weeks, and she couldn't stop crying. This was the most she's talked since her mother died. Just then, Max grabbed her hand. Shocked, she didn't let go and simply stared wide-eyed at him. "Come on, Mickey probably headed home. If we hurry we can probably catch up, and I know a few shortcuts that she doesn't so... Let's go!" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and ran with him out of the bathroom.

Until she realized they had come to the football field.

She stopped, halting abruptly, but still not taking her hand out of Max's. At this point, he was the only thing she had to hold on to. She knew the boys that started towards them. They were Niko's right hand men, but Niko hadn't asked them to do this. No, they were doing this because they loved making issues for people, especially her now that they knew she was an easy target. She gulped, looking to Max fearfully and wishing she could just make herself disappear. "Uh, hey Rose, what say we get the fuck outta here?" She nodded, but she didn't know where to go. The football players were coming closer, and she could see the nasty smiles they had on their faces. "Hey, Rose! Got yourself a new boyfriend? Who would ever want you?" One of them shouted and she backed away, looking back and forth between Max and the players. It was obvious she was lost and on the verge of bolting, but she didn't want to after she had told Max she wanted to help Michaline.

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"Hey, Rose! Got yourself a new boyfriend? Who would ever want you?" I would... Max turned to see four football players, all of whom were of obviously superior strength, and wasn't scared in the least. As a matter of fact, Max faced them, head on. He squeezed Rose's hand to reassure her that everything would be ok. He then shifted his grip on his ukulele, he had more of them at home. However, before he could knock any of them over the head, the stupid quarterback had to cut them off.

After a brief conversation, of which he heard nothing, they all turned tail and ran. Max, as soon as they were out of sight, relaxed his grip on Rose's hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't realized how anxious he'd been. He apologized to Rose about his crushing grip, then he tugged her arm, "Hey," he said, "Let's get the fuck outta here."

Two seconds later he was smiling again, looking at her, and then he was off again, in the direction of his home. The only warning that Rose got of his hasty advance was a loud uttering of, "Onward!", before he half dragged her along with him on the road home.

A little ways down the road he turned to her, "Hey, you ok? You kinda froze on me there..."

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Rose breathed a sigh of relief as Niko came forward and sent his pack of wolves away. But as she looked at him, looking for any sign of the Niko she had once known, all she saw was a smug look mixed with the disgust she knew was from seeing her. Then he too ran off, and Rose came alive again to look at Max, who was holding his ukelele in a threatening manner. She almost smiled...almost. But then she thought of her mother, lying dead in her grave, and she knew she had no right to be happy when her mother was gone. So the almost smile was wiped from her face, and her eyes were perpetually prickling with tears again.

Suddenly, she was dragged along by Max and she jogged to be able to avoid tripping in the mud and making a bigger fool out of herself. When they had been running for awhile, they slowed and Max turned to her. "Hey, you ok? You kinda froze on me there..." She nodded, looking down. Taking a deep breath, she brought her voice out again. It seemed it was easiest to talk to Max for some reason. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. I guess it just...yeah. I'm fine." She nodded, not trusting herself to speak her feelings. Last time, her supposed friends had ditched her and now they laughed at her and tormented her. If people, especially Max, knew how sad she was all of the time, wouldn't he do the same thing?

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"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. I guess it just...yeah. I'm fine." She nodded, then she shut her mouth like a steel trap again. Max looked at her, he obviously didn't believe her, and he wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Come on," He said, taking her arm like the absolute gentleman that he is, "Walk with me, talk with me. Tell me what's up. I'm a great listener you know." He saw the confused look on her face and said, "Well, the thing with my sister, the only reason I didn't press the issue with her is because, well... You see, she has never flinched away from me like that before, that's how I knew she really needed some space. Any other time I would've bugged the fuck out of her 'til she told me, but she really looked like she needed space... So yeah."

They walked a little further, then he smiled at her, then he let the smile fade, "Look, I know you probably don't wanna talk about whatever's bothering you, but I just want you to know that I'm here to talk to you, and that you're welcome to come over to my place whenever, despite what Mickey might say." He smiled again, grinning from ear to ear, "Come on, let's get goin' Mickey usually falls asleep as soon as she gets home, but we can hang out 'til she wakes up if you want, I'll make some food for us, it'll be fun, we'll hang out, watch some t.v. or something, play some video games, whatever you want. Whatcha think?"

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"Come on," Max held out his arm and Rose hesitantly put her hand on it, letting him guide her along the path. She'd never been in this situation before. A situation where it was free to tell someone what she was thinking. Even when she was queen bee it was a shaky royalty, and she had to be very careful where she put her step. "Walk with me, talk with me. Tell me what's up. I'm a great listener you know." She looked at him, confused. He hadn't wanted to listen to his sister... "Well, the thing with my sister, the only reason I didn't press the issue with her is because, well... You see, she has never flinched away from me like that before, that's how I knew she really needed some space. Any other time I would've bugged the fuck out of her 'til she told me, but she really looked like she needed space... So yeah."

They kept walking, and Rose bit her lip. She wanted to tell Max everything. She wanted to tell him that she was sad all the time, and how she couldn't eat because her foster-siblings always got to it before she did, and how terrified she was of speaking, and of her past. And especially, especially how much she missed her mom and all of the happiness that came with her being alive. But she just couldn't get the words to come out. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and saw him smile at her for a second, before developing a serious expression. "Look, I know you probably don't wanna talk about whatever's bothering you," It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it, it was that she just didn't know how... "But I just want you to know that I'm here to talk to you, and that you're welcome to come over to my place whenever, despite what Mickey might say." There it was, that almost smile. And then the memory, and it was gone. She didn't think she'd ever smile again. "Come on, let's get goin' Mickey usually falls asleep as soon as she gets home, but we can hang out 'til she wakes up if you want, I'll make some food for us, it'll be fun, we'll hang out, watch some t.v. or something, play some video games, whatever you want. Whatcha think?" She thought about it, and realized she hadn't hung out with anybody since she'd dropped to the bottom of the pyramid. Looking at him, she nodded. There were too many emotional thoughts on her mind for her to bring her voice up again without breaking down in sobs right there. She continued walking with Max, wondering if this could be her start to a new beginning and a new smile.

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Max couldn't help but smile at Rose as they walked arm in arm down the road toward his home. He never thought in a million years that he'd ever be so lucky as to spend any amount of time with her. Of course, the circumstances were less than ideal for her, he knew. She was the newest social pariah at Jackson High, and with that position came some modicum of, well, pain, both emotional and physical, especially if the change is as sudden and as drastic as hers was. The odds that someone who goes through that would remain completely sane are not very good. Considering all she'd been through over the past couple of weeks, Max thought she was doing really well.

They walked for a while longer before he stopped abruptly in front of a rather impressive mid-sized, three bed, one and a half bathroom, suburban house. He caught her as she stumbled slightly, and smiled before spreading his arms wide with an exclamation of, "Viola!" He took her hand in his and led her inside. The interior was rather bland as Macon didn't care enough to decorate the house, although there was a large and impressive entertainment system in the living room with a very plush couch. The kitchen was well stocked however. Both the entertainment center and the kitchen stocking were thanks to Max, who's many side-jobs provided him ample funds to buy mostly whatever he liked. "Mickey! I'm home! ... Huh... Hey, uh, grab a seat anywhere you want, I'm gonna go check on Mickey real quick, see if she's awake."

He poked his head into her room, not really thinking she'd be in there, but when he checked his own room, only to find it empty, he got a little worried. However, he knew that Macon was in a full body cast somewhere, and he knew Michaline was a big girl. He knew that odds were she was safe. after assuring himself of this fact he went back out into the living room, "Well I suppose she must not be home yet, probly took the long way..." He shrugged, "Oh well. I'm fucking starving, what do you think? Hungry? I'm down to cook whatever you feel like while we wait, you know, provided I have the stuff it needs."

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Rose and Max continued walking for a bit before Max stopped abruptly in front of a very nice house. She stumbled, not prepared for the sudden stop, and Max caught her with ease. She straightened and looked up at the house. She felt tears prick her eyes as she realized it was very similar to her old house. That was, all suburban houses were similar, but for some reason this one was more so. Max led her inside by the hand and Rose looked down as if it was a foreign object. That last person who had held her hand was Niko, and at this point Rose didn't even know if that was real. They walked in to the kitchen and Rose looked around. It really was a very nice house, and it looked like it had almost everything in it. Max started calling for his sister and he told her to grab a seat.

Rose looked around for a bit as Max went upstairs and looked for Michaline. She walked into the living room and was awed at the amount of equiptment there was in there. It looked like they were really well off. Taking a look at their games, she saw several of the ones she had had at her house. She ran her fingers over Just Dance and felt more tears prick her eyes and threaten to spill as she remembered the amount of times her and her mother used to play that. They would stay up for hours and just dance as long as they could before passing out. She turned and shook her head to clear the sadness as Max walked back in. "Well I suppose she must not be home yet, probly took the long way..." He shrugged, "Oh well. I'm fucking starving, what do you think? Hungry? I'm down to cook whatever you feel like while we wait, you know, provided I have the stuff it needs."

She shrugged, not really caring. She'd pretty much lost her taste for food since she hadn't had anything except lunch in the school cafeteria for the past few weeks since her foster-sisters always ate it before she could even get a spoonful. I don't even think they know I exist... She thought as she looked back at Max. Clearing her throat, she bit her lip timidly. She wasn't used to people asking her what she wanted, not in a long time anyway. "Um. It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you feel...whatever you want is fine."