Hello, thank you for clicking on my story. This is my first so I hope you enjoy it. I do not own Black Butler, or any of its characters.
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Rosie sat at her computer, wasting away another day. However, she wouldn't put it that way. As she would say "It's not my fault no one invites me anywhere." Not that she didn't try to invite her friends to places. She didn't understand why no one wanted to go with her to places.
"Maybe I'm just too weird." She mused, putting her head down on her arms. "Nah, other girls are like that and they already have boyfriends!" She blinked and sat up as her mother opened the door.
"Rosie, phone for you." Her mother held out the phone. Rosie jumped up and took it enthusiastically.
"Hello?" She grinned.
"Heya, Rosie!" her classmate, Ginger, smiled on the other end. "I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over to my sleepover next Saturday."
"Are you pranking me or something?" Rosie blinked in disbelief.
"Nope!"
"Then hell yeah I'm going!" Rosie gave a silent cheer.
"Sweet! Make sure to bring some games we can play."
"Aye, aye, Captain!" Ginger laughed.
"See you tomorrow."
"See ya, chica!" Rosie hung up after making sure she wouldn't hang up on Ginger and jumped with glee.
"What's up, Rosie?" Her mother looked in the doorway.
"Ginger invited me to her sleepover!" Rosie cheered.
"Cool!" Her mother grinned. "When is it?"
"Next Saturday."
"I'll make sure to mark it on the calendar. Also, can you come downstairs for a minute?"
"Sure." Rosie followed her mother downstairs into the living room to find a man, who appeared to be probably two or three years older than she was, with dark brown, or maybe it was a dark shade of red, hair tied in a ponytail by a red ribbon. "Who's that?" Rosie looked toward her mother. "Is he gonna be my step-dad? Cause I really don't want a step-dad."
"No, Rosie." Her mother laughed as the man blushed. "This is Grell. He's going to help us out a little around the house. A butler of sorts."
"So that's why he's wearing a butler outfit." Rosie smirked.
"Grell," Rosie's mother addressed the man, who quickly sat up from his slight slouch. "This is my daughter Rosie." Rosie waved. Grell gave a small smile. "I'm going out for a bit, so I want you two to get to know each other for a little while." Rosie's mother gave her a soft kiss on her hair. "See you two later." As soon as her mother left, Rosie ruffled her hair and made a noise.
"Gah, I hate when she touches my hair!" She yelped, startling Grell. "Oh, sorry!" Rosie apologized, noticing the start. There was an awkward pause, which made Rosie uncomfortable. Grell's observing stare made her feel a little exposed, even though she was fully clothed. "So… uh…" Rosie decided to break the silence. "What do you like to do?"
"Oh, er…" Grell paused, as if thinking it over. Rosie immediately regretted asking. "Not much, really."
"Oh, alright." Rosie faltered, not wanting to ask any more questions, just wanting to return to her room and back on her computer.
"W-What do you like to do?" Grell asked.
"I… like to play video games." Rosie looked away. "Mostly the horror genre."
"Like what?" Grell asked, noticing Rosie's nervousness.
"Well…" Rosie paused, thinking it over. "There are first-person shooters, like Nightmare House 2. Then there are RPGMaker games, like The Witch's House, and there's just the general horror game, like Resident Evil, or Silent Hill." She paused. "I… also… kinda… like baking cookies." Grell smiled.
"What kind?" He asked. Rosie smiled. Finally, something she liked talking about.
"Oh, man. You've got no idea." Rosie grinned. She sat down beside Grell. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked.
"Not at all." Grell shook his head.
"Alrighty then!" Rosie grinned. "Prepare for a list of cookie types! There's sugar cookies, chocolate chip, M n' M's, peanut butter, ice cream cookies…"
An hour or so later, Rosie had suggested that she and Grell play a game of Wii Sports. However, Rosie was losing badly. "Oh come on!" She yelped. "How the heck are you so good at this?" Grell simply smiled. Rosie grinned and lightly shoved Grell as he won the baseball game yet again. "Not even cool! Give me your skills."
"Sorry, dearie." Grell smiled.
"Not cool." Rosie laughed as her mother walked in the room.
"I see you two are enjoying yourselves." The short-haired woman smiled.
"This guy's awesome!" Rosie grinned, nearly tackling Grell in a hug. "He listened through my entire list of cookies!"
"Oh, boy." Rosie's mother sighed.
"Well, now that you're here," Rosie started for the stairs. "I'm retreating back to my corner of the world. Farewell, new best friend!" She waved to Grell and ran up the stairs.
A/N: Couldn't think of anything else for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed.
