2009 (9th grade)
Rose was in her room writing at her desk when she heard something hitting her window.
"Rose! Rose!" a voice called from outside.
Rose smiled and ran to the window, opening it. She smiled as she saw David climbing up the tree next to her house before climbing into her room. He gave her a bone crushing hug, his smile never leaving his face. Rose laughed as she hugged back. Her and David, true to their promise in kindergarten, were best friends.
"What are you doing here David? Your house is on the other side of town," Rose laughed at her friend's antics.
David pulled away and flopped onto her bed. "Chris dropped me off. I wanted to see how you were doing, seeing as tomorrow we officially starts high school."
Rose rolled her eyes but smiled. It was sweet of Chris to drop David off at her house; Chris was the oldest brother in the family of four she had come to know. Chris Noble was the oldest and started 10th grade tomorrow; David and Donna were twins and both in her grade, she had grown close to both of them; and the youngest was Matt Noble, who was in his last year of middle school. Rose laid down beside him on the bed.
"To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I talked to Martha about it and she told me that it should be fun," Rose told David.
He twisted so he was laying on his side. "Chris told me that it's not that different from middle school besides more classes and no specific group for just our grade."
"So all the grades will be mixed together?" Rose squeaked.
David chuckled and hugged her to him. "I'm sure you're going to be brilliant."
Rose flushed slightly but gave into the comfort that David was giving her. "How long are we going to be best friends?" David asked her suddenly, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.
"Forever," she replied almost automatically.
Rose felt David smile; she could have sworn she also felt him kiss the top of her head but that would be crazy, he was her best friend, they weren't like that. The two of them laid on the bed and talked for a few hours before David groaned that he should be heading home.
"You could always stay in the guest room and go to school with me tomorrow," Rose suggested; she felt silly that she needed to have her best friend with her on her first day of school.
David smiled and grabbed Rose's hand, intertwining their fingers like every other time and he gave her hand a squeeze. "I just might do that; let me go talk to Jackie and Pete."
David released her hand and left to go talk to her mom and dad. Rose smiled before moving around the room to pack her things for tomorrow. She looked up when David re-entered her room. "They are cool with it and I already called and let Chris know to bring my stuff to school tomorrow," David told her with a goofy smile.
"I bet he didn't like that," Rose said with a laugh.
David shrugged before putting his hands behind his head, resuming his spot on her bed.
"You do understand that you're in my bed and yours is across the hall right?" Rose questioned him.
David gave her a mischievous smile. "Or I can sleep in this bed and you get the other one, or you get the couch, or you can sleep on the floor, or in the bed with me," David stopped talking, realizing what he had proposed.
Rose's face grew red slightly and she looked away from David. They used to share a bed when they were really little and had sleep overs but once both of them had hit puberty their parents had told them no more. To defuse the tension Rose went over to her bed and pushed David off of it and onto the floor.
"Or you can take the floor," she said with a toothy grin.
David, thankful for the break in tension, smiled back at her from his spot on the ground. "Well, we better be getting to bed," he said as he stood up and brushed himself off. He went over to Rose and grabbed her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him put his cheek on her head. "Goodnight Rose."
"Goodnight David."
David released her slowly and smiled as he left to the guest bedroom. At least they knew that they had each other to cling to during the new adventure to high school. Rose relaxed with a small sigh, David had helped to settle her worries about tomorrow and not long after their goodnight she had fallen asleep.
The next morning found Rose buried under her covers and pillows. "Rose? Rose," a muffled voice that belonged to David cut through her cocoon. "Rose, you need to get up or we will be late for school."
Rose groaned, why did always seem to be a school day when she was must comfortable. David shook his head and opened the door quietly before sneaking up to Rose's bed. "Dog pile!" he yelled before jumping into Rose's bed and successfully waking her up completely.
Rose yelled when he partly landed on top of her, "jeez, David!"
David just continued to laugh as Rose struggled to get out of his grip. He smirked and began to tickle her.
"No," Rose laughed trying to squirm away, "David," she giggled. David was smiling as he continued his onslaught. When he finally gave her mercy he was laughing until he realized how close their faces were. Rose blushed a little looking up at him, "I uh, need to get changed for school," she said looking up into his warm chocolate colored eyes.
David blinked and pulled back, a faint tint of red on his face as well. "Uh, yeah, um, I will just wait for you down stairs." David bolted up and out of the room.
Rose laid there for moment, they seemed to get into these kind of situation more often lately; they were friends and yet the universe loved to put them in these award positions. Rose got up and quickly changed, brushed her hair and did make up before heading down the stairs where David was waiting.
As always he was in his brown pinstriped suit, a blue collared undershirt could be seen with his maroon tie. He was putting on his brown trench coat when she came down the stairs. "Ready?" he asked as if what happened upstairs didn't actually happen. Rose smiled at him; David's family seemed to have a knack for unusually cloths. His younger brother Matt wore a tweed suit with a bow tie and a fez and their father, Tom, always wore a fedora and a super long striped scarf. His elder brother, Chris and David's twin Donna wore more normal cloths though as did their mother, Sarah-Jane. "Ready."
David smiled and held out his hand. When she took it he leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Run."
