Of Anime, Poetry and Falling in Love: Mack and Rose
Disclaimer: Oh get over yourself.
Challenge: Distraction
Timeframe: Post The Underwater World.
Summary: In which Rose attempts to write a poem.
She'd been trying to write a poem, but she was drawing a major blank. She couldn't think of anything at all to write. Rose Ortiz hated it when she had writer's block. She glared at her empty paper, the light blue lines blurring together.
There was only one thing Rose Ortiz could do when she found it impossible to write. She sighed and uncapped her favorite pen, jotting down the first words that came to mind: leader, red, blue, eyes, courage, immature, gorgeous, smile, adventure.
She reread her list after a moment. Then a second time, and a third. Her brown eyes stared in utter horror at the words she had written. These were all words describing Mack. Oh. God. What had she been thinking?
But then, he was sitting right across from her, she reasoned. Surely that was a logical enough explanation of the words she had chosen. All she had to do now was destroy the evidence that she had, in fact, been staring at her red leader intently. There was no reason she had to let anyone else know that she very definitely had a crush on Mack Hartford.
She looked up, only to see that he had put aside his adventure novel and was looking back at her, his expression curious. "Why do you look like you've just had a heart attack? I'm sure whatever you wrote isn't bad, Rose." He smiled, trying to look reassuring.
"I was doing a writing exercise with a list of words. I don't necessarily think it's bad. I'm just a little surprised at the laundry list I came up with."
"Then why did you look like you wanted to burn the paper?"
"I already explained that to you. I'm surprised."
Before Rose knew what was really going on, Mack had moved from the couch opposite hers and seated himself next to her. "I want to read these so called surprising words." And with that, he gently tugged the notebook out of Rose's hands.
"You were staring at me, weren't you?" he concluded a moment later, smirking in a knowing sort of way at his pink ranger. "How utterly adorable."
"You're a distraction for me, Mack," Rose admitted in an icy tone. "I mean, I have writer's block, which I hate more than Moltor and Flurious combined, and I'm trying to rid myself of it and you're just sitting there…"
'Looking so completely gorgeous,' she added silently.
"Can't keep your eyes off of me, can you Rosie?" he asked smugly.
Rose snatched her notebook back. "Shut up, Mackenzie," she told him as she stormed out of the den. "I'm going somewhere where I can concentrate on my writing." Mack grinned to the empty room.
"Oh yeah. She has it bad."