What Misfit Truly Means » Places

         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."