OK, so aren't you lucky, and update in like, a day or two after posting. The reason being, I'm babysitting, the kids are in bed. Its 11 o clock, and I can't connect to their internet on my laptop. So here we go, an update. I didn't get 10 reviews, but I'm watching my PPP DVD that I bought today, and what can I say, I was inspired. I kind of know where this story is going. Actually, I lied. I have absolutely no idea where this story is going. All I know is I love this pairing so much, and I'm so bored, I'm writing this. Enjoy.
Chapter 2 – It Is Not On Most Maps.
Love is one of those things Carter decided. It can play with you; toy with you until you feel ready to burst. And then it can break your heart, and drop you of the highest cliff. Figuratively, not physically. Carter had fallen hard for Rosie, so much so that she actually looked forwards to getting up in the morning, and why? Because Rosie was there, and she was happy and smiley at a time so early it shouldn't exist.
When Rosie smiled, Carter found her heart being torn one way, and her head another. Her heart was telling her to just run up to Rosie and kiss her, tell her how she feels. But her head was saying no. This is the best friendship you have ever had, and you don't want to mess this up because your hormones are wildly out of control. Although Carter knew that it wasn't her hormones. Her feeling for Rosie ran deeper than that, much deeper, which she had realised when Rosie had come to save her from being abducted by General Kane. Rosie had been so brave. And later that night when her emotions had finally caught up with the reality of what could have happened and the tears had started. The thought of being locked in a prison cell, away from her dad, and from Rosie shook her. It was like she was caught in a nightmare and couldn't wake up, these thought kept going through her mind.
Rosie had gotten out of bed and silently padded across the floor and crawled into Carters bed behind her, holding her tightly as the sobs had wracked the small frame of Carter's body. They had awoken the next morning a mass of tangled limbs, and despite the warning in her head, this was the closest thing Carter imagined to having Rosie in her bed. And she had taken in every detail of her face while Rosie lay silently breathing next to her.
The next few days had been filled with fun activities, such as bowling, in which Rosie had beat Carter numerous times, in fact, so often Carter had lost count, but the happy smile on her face had made Carter decide, she didn't mind losing. But being in complete and utter, I love you so much it hurt love had its drawbacks. Every time that Donny tried to flirt with Rosie, and every time Rosie spoke of a boy she thought was attractive, Carter felt her heart constrict. It was like a cut, a blow that was so low, she would cry herself to sleep, knowing that she would never stand a chance with the Princess Rosalinda Maria Fiyore Montoya.
Carter wasn't gay, or at least, she didn't think she was, Rosie was the only girl she had ever had feelings for. But then again, she had never had these feelings for a boy either. The closest person who got these feelings was Ed, but they weren't even half this strong. Carter didn't know how much longer she could keep her feelings to herself, but not much longer she suspected. They grew stronger every day. Every smile Rosie sent her sent shivers up her spine, and every touch nearly gave her a cardiac arrest.
Having to listen to Rosie's chatter about guys from Costa Luna was low. But the lowest blow came when her dad received a phone call from the Princess Protection Program saying that it was now safe for Rosie to return to Costa Luna. The thought of Rosie leaving made Carter's gut wrench so bad she thought she might throw up, but she put on a brave face, and smiled and congratulated her. Then that night she walked down to the dock, and silently contemplated throwing herself in and ending this torture. But her dads face in her mind stopped her. She sat there, legs dangling of the end of the dock, the cool wind rustling her hair, and the moon bright over Lake Monroe. The tears falling down her face sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight.
And then she realised, love only heart this bad, because love like this was rarely found in hearts, just like Costa Luna was not found on most maps, it was small and insignificant to most of the world, but very important to her, and the people who loved her. Just like the people of Costa Luna. She sat there, letting the wind blow her tears dry, and the sun started rising, warming her face, and her heart, because things never looked so bad in daylight.
Unaware to Carter, Rosie had sat watching her for most of the night, tears falling down her face at the thought of losing her only friend. The only person who had taken the time to learn about her and even had enough loyalty, and cared for her enough to risk her life for her. And the thought of leaving her friend behind was slowly breaking her heart.
OK, so chapter two, I didn't even realise until I re-read it that I used Jonas Brothers lyrics in there as a reference. To anyone who can guess what words and what song by them it is, then I will dedicate the next chapter to them.
Right then, so I hope the writing style didn't deteriorate during this chapter, but its like half eleven at night, and I got woken up this morning by my mum calling me from work to tell me the sad news about Michael Jackson. (May He Rest In Peace) I have an idea now of where this story is going, and ooh, on the film the Homecoming ball is about to start, and I love that bit, so I'm gonna have to go watch it. And next chapter will have some of Rosie's POV, and dialogue, so get ready for a depressing goodbye. And review review review!!