Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.


16. 16

Rose's point of view

I picked my dress first. Well, Nicole picked it. It's a simple red dress that flows down to the floor. Ethan would be perfectly happy. Apart from the plunging neckline, but oh well, I like it. I'm sitting here bored now while Nicole tries on her 50th dress. She's spent the past hour trying to decide whether it's more important for her waist or her boobs to be shown off.

"Both your boobs and your waist are excellent." I say. "Now can we go?"

She raises an eyebrow. "I guess your dress is all booby. I'll go with the waisty one."


I walk in the front door and brace myself. Not for the yelling. For the quiet call of "Rose, can we talk to you please?". It happens and I walk into the living room to see my mother's eyes red and my dad looking scary.

"What's wrong?" I ask, innocently. 

"Take a seat." he says. I stay standing. He sighs. "Look, we know about you and that Ethan boy. We are simply asking that you don't see him again."

I frown, kind of shocked even though I knew this was coming. "Dad, why? There is nothing wrong with him!"

"Because he's way too old for you." he says, firmly.

"Dad, it's not like that-"

"Rose." Mum says quietly. "Just listen to your father." That was a slap in the face.

"Nothing good can come from being with him." I see my mum wince slightly at that part. She is such a believer in love and she's always wanted me to experience it. I feel terrible that this is why they argued, but it makes sense. My dad continues. "It's disrespectful of you to bring him here without our permission and it's disrespectful to sneak out early to see him. I'm friends with a lot of people who know a lot of things and I do not want you to see him again. Okay?"

"No!" I protest. "This isn't okay! Dad, I have never done anything wrong and I'm not doing anything wrong by liking Ethan! You're just desperate to point out any of my flaws! You can't accept that I'm not a moody teenager, I'm just good, and I have a boyfriend and that's okay!"

"Rose, go to your room." Mum whispers, looking at me. She isn't saying it to punish me, she's saying it so I don't get myself into more trouble and I appreciate that so I storm upstairs, not slamming the door because I don't want to wake Noah. 

I send Ethan a message:

Not sneaking around isn't going to work. x

He sends one back:

Oh no.

I don't reply. Mum creeps in hours later.

"Rose?" she whispers. "Can we talk?" 

I nod, sitting up. She sighs. 

"I want for you to be with Ethan, I really do. But to be fair, your father has heard bad things about him."

"Like what though?" I ask. 

She waves the question off. "Nothing serious. He just thinks he'll be a bad influence. You must know he's only doing this because he cares."

"No he's not." I shake my head. "He's doing this because all my life, he's been preparing for the moody teenager phase and it never happened so now he's forcing it on me."

She sighs again. "You're smarter than you should be at your age. Look, I'd love for you to be with Ethan, I really would, but just promise me you won't see him again."

"Mum, it isn't fair."

"I know." she hugs me, kissing my hair. "I know it's not."

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