Chapter 3: The Enemy
Lily's mind swirled at the mention of Rose's last sentence. She remembered how Rose had told her about Jake. A skateboarder, who Rose had fallen head-over-heels for. Lily remembered Rose's school dance from a few months ago. Rose had reluctantly agreed to go with a jock named Brad, and had left for the dance a bit unhappily. However, when she had gotten home, Rose had seemed on Cloud 9. When Lily asked her why she was so happy, Rose had told her that Brad ditched her at the dance.
"Geez, I didn't know you hated him that much. Is that why you're so happy?" Lily had asked. Rose shook her head.
"No. Actually, I was a bit embarrassed. But, I got to dance with Jake!" Rose had exclaimed triumphantly, thrusting a picture out towards her mom. Lily examined the picture. It was of Rose, and who she supposed was Jake. He had black hair with green tips, and black eyes, and looked part Asian. He was cute. Lily smiled at her daughter and handed her the picture back.
"I'm glad you had fun tonight, Rosie." She had said.
Now, as Lily remembered it with surprise, another memory presented itself.
A disappointed Rose came sulking into the living room in the middle of winter.
"What's wrong?" Lily had asked.
"I hate having to be a part of the Huntsclan!" Rose said spitefully, crossing her arms and sitting down on the couch.
"Why?" Lily asked, sitting down next to her.
"Because, Jake and I had our first date today, and it was perfect, until I had leave because of Huntsclan junk!" Rose said angrily.
"I know you have it rougher than most kids your age, but I'm sure if Jake is as perfect as you say he is, he'll understand," Lily reasoned.
"But mom! We were about to have our first kiss!" Rose said unhappily. "It was so perfect and everything, and then my beeper went off!"
Lily laughed. "Don't worry, Rosie. It will happen soon enough, sweetie."
Lily shook herself out of her memories, and stared into her daughter's eyes, which were still cast downward. There was a mixture of pain, hurt, and remorse in those cerulean eyes. Oh my god, Lily thought. Rose loves Jake. She loves the American Dragon. Her thoughts were interrupted though, by her husband.
"You have a boyfriend?" Carl asked, startled. Lily and Rose had agreed not to tell Carl because he had a tendency to be overprotective.
Rose hesitated, and said, "Yes." She looked up for the first time since the beginning of her story.
"Was he polite to you? He didn't-" Carl persisted.
"Carl, I think we're getting off subject here," Lily interrupted. "So you let him go?"
"Yeah," Rose replied, looking back at the cement. Lily was disheartened to see her daughter like this.
"This boyfriend was that dragon the whole time?" Carl asked. Rose nodded. "And he knew who you were all along?"
"No, I don't think so." Rose murmured to the pavement. "I think he found out on the ski trip."
Carl and Lily glanced at each other. The feelings Rose had for this dragon/boyfriend were written all over her face. They didn't know how to handle this situation; they had never been prepared for their daughter liking a dragon.
"Well, the sun is coming up." Carl said, pointing to the horizon, which was turning a pale pink.
"We need to find somewhere to hide," Lily muttered. "The Huntsclan will not give up their search until they find us."
Rose snapped her head up at the approaching dawn. She had an idea, but she didn't know whether or not it was a good one. It was all they had though.
"Mom, dad…I think I know where we can go…" Rose whispered, staring at the rising sun.
A/N: I think you know what Rose is thinking, and if you don't, then you're an idiot. LOL! Please REVIEW!
