Alright, I just finished the Vampire Academy series, and I got on here to read some stories, and yet, stories I thought for sure were going to be on here weren't. (What's up with all the Dimitri leaving Rose for Tasha stories? People, come on!) But here's a story I had in mind.
Summary: Age has been a minor issue with Dimitri and Rose. But, what if they grew up with each other? Here are the good and bad moments of these two growing up with each other and how things would be different between them. DxR All human.
The first time I met Rosemarie Hathaway was a few months after her third birthday. I was ten at the time, and I didn't think it was that exciting. I was playing with my sisters at the time. Thanks to my mother having all of us within a short amount of time, we had each other to play games, though I was often the one left out or picked on because I was the only boy. But I accepted it as any other boy in a house full of women would do. At least, for now.
But here we were, playing tag in our yard when we heard the car move up onto the driveway. Every one paused, and I slowed a little in curiosity, but since I was it, I smacked my older sister, Karolina, in her arm and snickered at her protest as I ran towards the front of the house.
I saw the woman step out of the car. She was pretty, for a lady, but kind of fierce too. Her hair was dark reddish brown and it was long, but it was pulled back in a ponytail. She walked around to the back door of the car, reached in for a moment, and pulled out a baby girl, a toddler.
She was dressed in a purple t-shirt, white shorts, and a pair of white flipflops. Her hair was brown, almost just like the rest of my family, and it was short, cut right around her chin. I was in the front yard by now, and I peered at the two, wondering why they were here. But my mother came out of the house, and grinned widely when she spotted them.
"Janine! You're early!" She walked out to greet them, hugging the woman who also looked pleased to see her. "Oh, and here's little Rosemarie. How are you, Lopushka?" I frowned as my mother cooed over the little girl. There wasn't any doubt that my mother loved kids, but it was weird seeing her like that with other children. But especially with this one girl, she was acting like it was her own daughter. Didn't she have enough?
Being the stubborn, impatient child I was, I stomped over like I was king of the jungle, and I was protecting my land. I was unimpressed and annoyed already. "Mother, who are they?" I demanded.
The way she looked at me made it seem like she just remembered she had a child of her own. "Oh, Dimka, this is Janine Hathaway. You've heard me mention her before, haven't you? We used to go to college together, and she's going to be staying with us for a little while. And this is her little daughter, Rosemarie." The way she announced them made it seem like they were her own family.
Turning to look at Janine, my frown deepened. Like we didn't have enough people here. Without looking away, I asked how long they would be staying. My mother proceeded to scold me for being rude, and ushered the woman and her daughter inside. I stomped my way in behind them.
Later that day, I continued to hate my existence and the fact that my house was full of girls. My sisters were just as bad as my mother, completely taken over by the little girl. They were arguing over who could hold her or play with her, and the little girl was just laughing as loud as she possibly could. I ended up in my room, the only place in the entire house not over run by girls, and threw a ball up over my head as I laid in my bed. I was doing this for a while, when I heard my door open, and I was about to yell at which ever of my sisters had come into my room, before I noticed who it was. Little Rosemarie. I glared daggers at her as I sat up. "What do you want?" I sneered.
Her brown eyes blinked at me, clearly not noticing that I did not want her near me. "Why in your room?" She asked, stepping inside a little more, an action that I definitely noticed. "Because I don't like you." I responded casually.
The girl must have been an idiot, because she just smiled. "Then come play so you can." I just stared at her for a moment, before I realized it was pointless, since she was only three.
"Can you just go away?" I returned back to the ball tossing on my bed, hoping she'd get a clue and get out. But, of course, I couldn't get such a break. The next thing I knew, she was by my bed, watching the ball go up and down. She reached her arms up, indicating she wanted the ball. I caught it and held it away from her instinctively, it was my ball. But as she stared at me, her hand outstretched towards me, I figured it'd be a good way to make her leave. Sighing, I gave her the ball. A huge smile grew on her face as she snatched it from me and ran out of the room. Rolling my eyes and plopping back onto the bed, I wondered again how long the little troublemaker would stay around. If anything, it's not like I wasn't used to girls running around here anyway.
Okay, so tell me what you think! I'm going to be putting more of these type of one-shots on here, maybe progressing into a full story. I haven't seen really any other stories like this, so I'm going to try. This also was kinda put together in a short time, so I appreciate any constructive criticism, which I know there must be. Anyway, I'll post again soon!