(Sky High's not mine either, but you knew that.
The sunlight flared through the blinds and into Rose's unsuspecting eyes. Groggily she disentangled her limbs from Matty's and stood up. She adjusted her Marilyn Manson shirt, which had twisted around almost backwards, in her sleep.
She jumped slightly as Matt emitted something that sounded like "snarglemuff."
Finding a sheet of paper lying around his room she scrawled a quick note.
Matty,
I went home, my Daddy's gonna kill me.
P.s. SHUT YOUR BLINDS
Love.
With that she grabbed her shoes and walked downstairs. Rose peeked into the fridge and saw some form of alcohol sitting there. Her stomach heaved and she slammed the door shut. Outside, she flinched as the sunlight hit her face. Stifling a dramatic reaction that resembled something along the lines of: "Ah! The sunlight! It burns, it burns!" Rose made her way down the street.
There was a blonde girl walking down the street and straight towards her. The last thing Rose wanted right now was to socialize. As she got closer Rose took in the girl's Sex Pistols shirt and skinny jeans. The Vans on the blonde's feet tore a gasp of horror from Rose's throat.
"Stupid skankshit. I bet she thinks she's really awesome in that little outfit," thought Rose bitterly.
The girl gave her a little smile as she passed by. Rose twisted her face into a combination of a scowl and a sneer. To tell the truth, she was mortally offended that this…poser was wearing an outfit so close to what she would normally wear.
"Damn EVIL," she muttered under her breath.
The girl looked surprised as she walked by but said nothing. Rose laughed softly to herself, the girl probably thought she was talking to her. It suited Rose fine.
She walked into the apartment flinching, waiting for her Father to start yelling, but nothing came.
"H-hello?" called Rose hesitantly.
There was no answer, but a note on the table.
Out finding job.
Order dinner.
Dad.
"Wonderful," she snarled to the kitchen table as though it had personally wronged her.
Rose jumped a little when the kitchen phone rang. She grabbed the outdated blue phone and answered.
"Hello?" said Rose a little violently.
The voice on the other line was hesitant, "Hey, is Rose there?"
"Who's this?" she asked, still pissed. For a fleeting second she thought it was the library boy, but his voice was different.
"It's uh, Warren, from last night."
Rose laughed into the receiver. "Hey! You do know how strange that sounds right? 'From last night'."
"Oh, yea," he laughed weakly. Rose thought it was adorable how nervous he sounded.
"How'd you get my number? 'Cause this was a surprise."
She could practically see him blushing, "I asked Matt."
There was a silence and then he cleared his throat.
"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to do anything today?" he said quietly.
Rose did a quick but enthusiastic little dance around the kitchen.
"Yea man. Of course, what'd you have in mind?"
He gave her directions to his house; apparently they were meeting there and then going to the park. After they said their good-byes and hung up. A quick glance at the digital clock above the stove told her it was 1:23.
She jumped into the bathroom and took a fast shower, nicking her leg with the razor only once. This was an accomplishment.
She let her curls go wild instead of straightening them down. In fact Rose thought she looked rather cute with her hair like that.
Rose dug through the bags upon bags of clothes and pulled out a semi-ok outfit. A pair of black skinny jeans clung to her small legs while the My Chemical Romance shirt hung loose. She cringed at the MCR shirt, it really was hell.
Then she picked up the phone and called the people at EVIL. It was arranged that they would give her a ride.
Rose was in a very good mood by the time her ride pulled up.
I know this chapter isn't the best, but you're going to have to live. Have faith in me I was just having a little freak out when I wrote this…
Also, I know the WarrenRose-ness is forced, but you demanded it so I was just obliging…remember as you read. It was all you.
Vampire out.