Pink Roses
#2: Talk to her.
When she got to her room, Mack was waiting for her. He seemed to have been there for awhile, if the book in his hand was anything to judge by. He smiled when he saw her.
"Um, any reason why you're just laying on my bed, Mack?"
He nodded and shut his book. "I'm worried about you, Rose. Look, the reason Ty was paying so much attention to you today was because we asked him to. He meant well, just like the rest of us do. We thought maybe if he asked you about yourself, you'd open up to him. You never share anything about yourself."
"I share plenty," Rose shot back. "I'm the one who works out the clues and-"
"About yourself," Mack repeated. "We don't know anything about you because you won't tell us anything: What you like to eat, your favorite movie, if you prefer dogs or cats…"
"Why on earth would it matter if I preferred dogs or cats?"
"That's not the point. Rose, you've become my best friend. I tell you everything. Why are you so afriad to talk back?"
Rose shrugged. "Nothing special to tell, I guess. I'm just the girl with the answers. That's all I've ever been, to everyone I've ever known."
Mack reached out and took both of her hands in his. "That's not what you are to me."
She smiled. "First of all, dogs are too noisy for my liking…"
