Rouge POV
My relationship with Knuckles was far from steady; no one would be surprised if we broke up. I came to talk to him maturely on the phone, but mom had already occupied it.
"Oh no," she said softly, "Should I tell Rouge?"
"Mom," I said, annoyed, "your talking about me like I'm not even here. Of coarse you should tell me; I have a right to know." Mom hung up,
"Rouge," said mom, voice breaking, "grandma Wendy is dead," I gasped; the last time I saw her alive, we argued. Tears fell like atom bombs, making tiny, salty explosions on the floor.
---The next day at school---
I sat in Math class, too depressed to work. The bell rang, signaling our freedom from the period. I got up the Teacher told me to sit back down,
"Rouge," he said, "I know that you're all bummed out, but you can't leave my class with out doing at least three problems." I did them, and turned them in as Mr. Fink wrote a pass so my tardy appearance would be excused in English. English was my favorite class, and it was the last class of the day. After that, I called mom, and told her I had an errand to run. I sat in front of grandma Wendy's grave, caressing it.
"I hope you're not mad about our argument," I said. "Though I assume you would be." I heard the sound of someone sitting next to me on the grass. I looked; it was Knuckles. It was cloudy and rather nippy. I pulled my jacket closer to my skin, but Knuckles took of his jacket and placed it on my shoulders.
"Tell her I miss her," he said, "wait, don't tell her that; cuz she wouldn't believe me," Hearing that, I just had to laugh. Knuckles stared to get up,
"Wait," I said, "could you stay a little longer?" He sat back down, as I put my face on his shoulder. He put his arm around me. I felt the sun my on face after that. Our relationship is ever so strong now.