Title: New York Nights and City Lights
Words: 859
Rating: M for later Chapters.
Warnings: None.
"Would you mind telling me where you're dragging me?"
"I thought the initial plan of going to the museum had already been established?"
"Yeah…but…"
"But?"
"Never mind,"
Why on earth were you two were going to a museum, which was closed, and taking a rundown alley as a shortcut, was totally beyond you. But you know better than to mess with Rose, and keep your mouth shut for the time being. She's tugging you along at a violently fast pace and you have to make sure to avoid the litter lying all over the ground just so you don't stumble on top of her. You fail this plan by getting distracted by the midnight crew posters that have been messily plastered onto the walls, resulting in you tripping over a crushed Pepsi can. Luckily, you catch yourself just before you come crashing on top of her, catching a whiff of her hair, and goddamn does she smell good. Some sort of raspberry vanilla milkshake and the thought of it just makes you want to bury your nose in her hair and spend the rest of the day sniffing it. You're getting ahead of yourself now Egbert. She comes to a sudden halt and you almost face plant into the ground. She let's go of your wrist on it's only now do you realize that she had a pretty strong hold on it. While you rub at the faint pinkish red rim on your skin, Rose strolls over to a nearby window, and right now you'd really rather not find out what she's doing. You hear a click and the glass panel rolls up, you don't know how, but you're not going to ask. She positions herself on the ledge, her legs dangling over the edge while she patiently waits for you to come and join her. That you do, swinging yourself over such that your legs are dangling inside the building instead of out and you look to her saying "Ladies first," She merely rolls her eyes at you and hops inside, a small thunk sounding throughout the building as her feet hit the ground. You follow after and land with a not quite as smooth landing, falling on your rump as you lose your sense of balance. You sit there though as you hear Rose's shoes walking off towards somewhere to your left and can only hope that it's a light switch or something like that. You were right, thankfully as a switch flips on and light floods the room. There's really not much to see, the exhibits, few as they are, shrouded by large pieces of cloth to hide them from view, the others still in boxes.
The blonde girl besides you just pulls out two markers and tosses one towards you. Not knowing what else you're expected to do you catch it like any normal human being would on instinct. What she intended for you and her to do with it, you didn't have a clue on. "C'mon! Since when did you get so lifeless John?" she asked strolling towards a box and uncapping the marker. What was this girl doing. The next thing she did was the most unexpected of Rose Lalonde. She outstretched a hand and started doodling all over it, red marker ink slightly staining the wood. Ok maybe it wasn't really doodling, her artistic ability was most definitely of a much higher standard then yours. But still, what the bloody hell did was she doing. After several minutes of what seems to be a doodle of jaspers, she turns to face you and asks "Are you just going to sit there dumbfounded like some sort of zombie while you observe me drawing?" You blink a few times before you finally respond saying "What the hell are you doing?" "Clearly I'm drawing or is that not noticeable enough to you?" "I mean why are you drawing on the boxes and all, seriously Rose what has gotten into you." "It's called letting loose and having fun, you should try it." She retorts before resuming her sketch and then promptly moving over to a sculpture and pulling off the sheet of cloth it had covering it. "All yours," she states smiling, or more rather smirking, as she holds out a hand for you, gesturing you to get off your butt and do something. Hesitantly, you stand up and walk towards the sculpture, and instinct takes over. The next thing you know, your drawing a bunch of dicks on the head of the sculpture and you can hear Rose giggling through her nose as her lips are pursed shut. You grin as her smaller more dainty hand reaches out and joins you in the process, her dicks turning out more elegant than yours. The lack of room on the sculpture forces the both of you into a sort of wrestling match where your hands are both fighting with each other, while you're both sub consciously grinning to yourselves and filling the empty building with giggles.
The next half an hour has turned into a half race half competition like thing where the two of you are darting around the place filling up every blank, white space with some sort of ridiculous drawing. Once you're both exhaust from the whole experience Rose seems to be reduced to a state of giggles, which in your opinion, is adorable. That though however, will be chucked to the back of your mind for the rest of eternity. She collects herself back to her usual composure though after realizing that your gaze was set on her and she's folding out the creases in her coat. She stands up and nods her head towards the window of which the two of you made your entrance through and you follow after her, climbing out through it after she does, and giving a total of zero shits about the fact that the two of you could be in a whole crap load of trouble.
Author's note: Wow this came out worse than I had expected it would. Also, I seemed to have chosen the worst time imaginable to start on a fanfic because my end of year examinations are in two weeks time. I'll try to update every chance I get, which is also, primarily my study time as I need my laptop for it. Sorry for the shortness of the two chapters I'll try to lengthen them but ahh both have been typed out in school in between lessons. Sorry! And of course, I hope this is of some pleasure to you guys.
