Total writers block for my other stories so decided to update this one!

Disclaimer – I don't anything all belongs to Richelle Mead

Bitter Sweet Roses

Summary – It's been three years since the famous Rosemarie Hathaway committed suicide due to excessive darkness and other personal problems. Three years later all of her old friends met up at a coffee bar. (A/N Not really good at summaries)

Lissa's P.O.V

"Andre, stop biting your nails! It's a gross habit." I said gently pulling Andre's fingers away from his mouth.

"Calm down Lissa, he can be doing worse things." My husband, Christen said leaning back in his chair causally. While I wiped Andre's fingers I briefly wondered what a one year old can be doing that's worse.

"I can't calm down Christian, those royals are bringing back the age law, and as queen I need to shut them up for the time being." I said. My head was pounding from all the stress. Having a one year old baby getting his terrible two's one year early. Royals breathing down my neck constantly to push their own agenda's. Not to mention some psycho that tried to kill me a week ago! Yeah, my life at the moment is well on track but at least I have something steady in my life – Christian who will be with me no matter what. And Andre no matter how much he's annoying me at the moment. I love him.

"Lissa it worked two years ago, it'll work now. Just tell them about the downsides of the law and keep pushing it till you gets on their nerves and they'll back away." I didn't comment I just took a sip of my coffee and start brain storming in my head that is till I heard the bell of the shop ring and the smell of clove cigarettes filling the air.

I looked up, and so did Christian. Adrian stood there. He looked the same, more tired if anything but overall the same Adrian and I'm guessing a little hung over to by the look of his aura. A dull pain filled my chest as I looked at him – All I remember was her. Everything remind me of her, the court called me crazy when I wanted all the roses on court removed. My bridesmaids told me that roses we're classic but only a few knew the reason I refused to walk down the aisle with them. I didn't want to have to explain why I was crying so hard. People can tell the difference between tears of joy and tears of grieve.

Adrian spotted us right away, even if he's drunk he can tell when another spirit user is near. I could tell he wanted to leave but decided to man up and he walked over to us.

"Hey guys, long time no see." He said casually. The last time we talked was the day I stormed out of his apartment refusing to still practice spirit, because spirit killed her. It was a week after the funeral.

"Yeah," I said not finding any other words. "So how are you doing?" I asked even though I knew perfectly well how he was doing. Just looking at him I knew, it was what we all been doing – moving on like zombie's never filling the hole she left behind. Some holes bigger than others.

"Fine I guess." He said taking a seat. He looked over at Andre. "This yours?" He asked. I nodded.

"Mine to." Christian said.

"Figured." Adrian mumbled. "So how have you guys been?" He asked. God, we were doing small awkward talk now? What happened to the funny way we all seemed to just click together?

"Fine." I said.

"Horrible." Christian said. He was always honest but Adrian treated it as if he gave the same answer I did and nodded.

After a few more awkward moments pass I asked. "You want me to order you some coffee?" I asked Adrian since that must be the reason he came here in the first place.

"Don't worry, I'll get it myself." He said getting up, most likely to get away from us. The bell chimed again and my jaw almost dropped to the floor. Dimitri stood in the doorway with a girl a little younger than me with brown wavy and brown eyes. Christian turned to see what I was looking at and he nearly did the same thing I've done but my shocked emotion quickly turned into something more – resentment. The girl next to him laughed at something he said and went to go get coffee and he followed. My eyes looked at them in wonder and resentment. After I found out about Dimitri's and hers relationship I was confused, I didn't have much time to ponder on it because she committed suicide. He went over to Adrian, not knowing he was. The girl next to him kept blabbing about something. After Adrian got his coffee he caught a glance at him, and nearly dropped his coffee.

The girl besides Dimitri helped him and it seemed like Adrian was too shocked to do anything really. Then I heard him invite them to our table. Great. I adverted my eyes and looked at coffee cup.

"Christian, Lissa, look who I found." Adrian said sitting down. I looked up into Dimitri's eyes; I don't think he knows they I knew about him and her. So I just smiled at him and looked back to coffee.

"This is Viktoria, Dimitri's sister." I smiled again at that – so he wasn't dating anyone else.

For a couple more minutes it was another awkward silence.

"So…" Viktoria said. "Anyone here go to college?" Adrian smiled at Viktoria, I was a bit happy to, it was either she was oblivious or wanted to break the tension.

"No, I dropped out." Adrian said. "If I wanted to get drunk and get naked in front of people I would have done it here." Viktoria giggled.

"Well it's not all about the parties," Viktoria said. "I go to Lehigh." I looked up at her. The pain of not going to college still weighed heavily on my mind and before I could stop the words they came tumbling out of my mouth.

"Lehigh? I wanted to go there." I said barely above a whisper.

"Why didn't you? You seem smart enough to get in."

I wanted to but my best friend killed herself so I couldn't deal with it…

"Stuff happened." I said simply not wanting to dig into it. But apparently Viktoria did.

"What happened?" She asked.

Minus well. "My best friend died." I said blankly looking back at my coffee.

"Oh, I'm so-"

"She didn't die, she killed herself." Adrian said angrily. The tears threatened to spill over but I stopped them – anger replaced the sadness.

"You don't have to be descriptive Adrian!" I angrily said not raising my voice. He pulled out a cigarette.

"I'm not being descriptive! I'm not telling her how she killed herself! Or why…" He said looking at me and lighting his cigarette.

"Why? Are you blaming me or her death?"

"Her self-murder sure! Yeah, I kind of am." He said taking a smoke.

"You're not supposed to smoke in here!"

"Don't change the subject!"

"What subject, the subject where you're blaming me for Rose!"

Rose – why did I say that haunted name… all the tears bubbled over. I didn't even let Adrian respond to that. I didn't hear Andre's cries or Christian calling me, or my guardians following me. I just ran left, faster than I thought I could.

I ran till I got home and slammed the door behind me. More tears were in my eyes as I made my way to me and Christian's room. I went to the walk in closet where all my clothes were and I stepped on the little stool in there and reached behind some shoes where and tucked behind there was a picture. I pulled it off and hoped off the stool and curled on the hard wooden floor.

The picture of me and Rose dressed like fairies on that Halloween. Both of us happy – carefree. Funny how life can change…

(I really liked this One-Shot, I might make a story out if it.)