Disclaimer: Hey y'all! haha. Southern chick...Okie dokies, here is a list of the characters that I do not own/wish that I own: Rev. Camden, Annie, Matt, Sarah, Chandler, Mary, Lucy, Kevin, Ruthie, Simon, Sam, David, Happy, Cecilia, Martin, Roxanne, or Peter and his family. Wait! Then what do I own?...oh yeah. I do own: Rosemary, and her roommate. That's it?! Well, I guess it is. On to the story!
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Rosemary
Chapter 1: Simon
Ruthie Camden sat at the edge of Sam's bed as he and his twin brother David knelt down on the carpet to say their evening prayers. After all of the ritualistic "God bless...", Sam looked up towards the ceiling.
"And God bless Simon, because he needs you." Ruthie's lip curled at the edge and she tucked her younger brothers into bed. Before Ruthie shut the bedroom door, she heard David whisper:
"I miss Simon." Ruthie shut the door and tilted her head up to the ceiling of the Camden house.
"So do we all," she replied softly under her breath, and ascended the attic stairs.
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At a Starbuck's coffee shop on the outskirts of a college campus, Simon Camden sat sipping at his coffee while fiddling with his camera. (AN: Does anyone know where Simon supposedly went to college in the series? If you do, and tell me your own name, then you get to be the part of the roommate! On with the story!) He took another warm sip and let it slide down his throat with ease. Another cold chilling Northern wind blew hard and his blond hair blew uncontrolably in the gust. He looked up from his camera and saw her. It was a girl that he recognized from his film class. She was bundled in a rosy jacket, and was wearing a rose and purple scarf. She had long flowy strawberry blonde hair. The girl bought a coffee, and cradling it in her gloves, moved over to where Simon sat.
"Anyone sitting here?" she inquired. Simon shook his head and motioned to the seat next to him.
"It's all yours." The girl sat down and lowered her eyes a bit.
"So," she began, "Simon..." Simon held his hand up. No one here knew him. No one knew what had happened in Glenoak or why he was here. They didn't talk to him, so he didn't talk to them.
"How do you know my name?" he asked. The girl shrugged, and her green eyes twinkled. They looked like emeralds.
"I know, or have rather heard, a lot about you. Glenoak native I presume?" Simon rolled his eyes and nodded.
"What else do they say?" The girl shrugged again.
"That you are a PK. You know, Preacher's Kid." Simon laughed dryly.
"Haven't heard that one since junior high school." The girl merly sighed.
"Well, when you have a new student around this campus who won't talk to anyone and seems to hate the thought of social interaction, speculation begins to occur." Simon groaned. This girl was pretty bright.
"So, what else have you heard?" The girl smiled.
"Depends on what you are willing to tell me." Simon mentally smacked himself. He fell right into that one. But he swore inwardly to never tell about his reason for being there.
"Why would I tell you something so personal when I have no idea who you even are?" The girl blushed.
"Whoops. My name is Rosemary Dour." Simon nodded. That was an interesting first name.
"My sister's name is Mary." The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Camden?" Simon was appalled.
"How do you know?" Rosemary shrugged and took a swig of coffee.
"I know a lot, as you can tell by listening to me." Simon focused on the coffee in his cup.
"So, I suppose that you know why I am here then, right?"
"You ran away." Simon shook his head.
"If you are insinuating that I ran away from home, you're wrong." Rosemary shook her head.
"You ran away from fear, and that will never work. I can tell you now." Simon scoffed.
"You don't know the half of it Rosemary." The girl smiled and walked into the wind, throwing a remark over her shoulder.
"You would be surprised."
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There you have it! Let me know what you think!
xoxo
LadeeBear
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Rosemary
Chapter 1: Simon
Ruthie Camden sat at the edge of Sam's bed as he and his twin brother David knelt down on the carpet to say their evening prayers. After all of the ritualistic "God bless...", Sam looked up towards the ceiling.
"And God bless Simon, because he needs you." Ruthie's lip curled at the edge and she tucked her younger brothers into bed. Before Ruthie shut the bedroom door, she heard David whisper:
"I miss Simon." Ruthie shut the door and tilted her head up to the ceiling of the Camden house.
"So do we all," she replied softly under her breath, and ascended the attic stairs.
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At a Starbuck's coffee shop on the outskirts of a college campus, Simon Camden sat sipping at his coffee while fiddling with his camera. (AN: Does anyone know where Simon supposedly went to college in the series? If you do, and tell me your own name, then you get to be the part of the roommate! On with the story!) He took another warm sip and let it slide down his throat with ease. Another cold chilling Northern wind blew hard and his blond hair blew uncontrolably in the gust. He looked up from his camera and saw her. It was a girl that he recognized from his film class. She was bundled in a rosy jacket, and was wearing a rose and purple scarf. She had long flowy strawberry blonde hair. The girl bought a coffee, and cradling it in her gloves, moved over to where Simon sat.
"Anyone sitting here?" she inquired. Simon shook his head and motioned to the seat next to him.
"It's all yours." The girl sat down and lowered her eyes a bit.
"So," she began, "Simon..." Simon held his hand up. No one here knew him. No one knew what had happened in Glenoak or why he was here. They didn't talk to him, so he didn't talk to them.
"How do you know my name?" he asked. The girl shrugged, and her green eyes twinkled. They looked like emeralds.
"I know, or have rather heard, a lot about you. Glenoak native I presume?" Simon rolled his eyes and nodded.
"What else do they say?" The girl shrugged again.
"That you are a PK. You know, Preacher's Kid." Simon laughed dryly.
"Haven't heard that one since junior high school." The girl merly sighed.
"Well, when you have a new student around this campus who won't talk to anyone and seems to hate the thought of social interaction, speculation begins to occur." Simon groaned. This girl was pretty bright.
"So, what else have you heard?" The girl smiled.
"Depends on what you are willing to tell me." Simon mentally smacked himself. He fell right into that one. But he swore inwardly to never tell about his reason for being there.
"Why would I tell you something so personal when I have no idea who you even are?" The girl blushed.
"Whoops. My name is Rosemary Dour." Simon nodded. That was an interesting first name.
"My sister's name is Mary." The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Camden?" Simon was appalled.
"How do you know?" Rosemary shrugged and took a swig of coffee.
"I know a lot, as you can tell by listening to me." Simon focused on the coffee in his cup.
"So, I suppose that you know why I am here then, right?"
"You ran away." Simon shook his head.
"If you are insinuating that I ran away from home, you're wrong." Rosemary shook her head.
"You ran away from fear, and that will never work. I can tell you now." Simon scoffed.
"You don't know the half of it Rosemary." The girl smiled and walked into the wind, throwing a remark over her shoulder.
"You would be surprised."
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There you have it! Let me know what you think!
xoxo
LadeeBear
