Whoa….fourth chapter…on the third day…wowie….

Misogirl: Sleep? I am a foreigner to this word…what is this 'sleep' you speak of?

writes down to look up in dictionary later

Snekochan: okok I am a big hater of purple. Do not ask me why. But I will keep my opinion to myself. Color contrast is cool. Oh yeah and thanks for the ideas…(we actually used one)

Olynara Sedai: I really am not sure if Rosette will ever end up going to school…but maybe…possibly…(never knoooowww)

ON.TO.NEW.AND.LONGER.CHAPTER.YAY!!!

"How about this one?" asked Rosette holding up an apple. Chrno grabbed it from her.

He squeezed it and shook his head.

"Too soft and squishy." He threw the fruit back with the others.

She hmphed.

"Ahh you're too damn picky."

"No, you just don't know how to shop."

"Well, who made you so experienced?" she demanded, following him to the deli counter. After ordering, he started for the bread. (he got a lot a meat)

"I've had to since I was thirteen. When my parents died, their close friend, which happens to be our landlady, let me live in one of her rooms. Currently, I use the money my parents left me to survive but Marie controls how much I get." he picked up a grape to try it.

"Oh well, that sucks." She admitted.

"…I guess…you get used to it." Chrno answered simply. The two were now at the cashier, waiting to pay. A cheerful young girl with a red apron waited to scan their food.

"Help me load." Rosette placed the fruit, meat, bread, and milk on the conveyor belt as Chrno paid. The girl with the red apron bid them farewell and they left to resume their walk back home.

"So do you do this everyday?"

"No…I get enough to last about three days…why? What do you do?" he asked, moving out of the way for a jogger.

"Well…I usually just go out to eat for meals…a lot faster than me cooking. I'd probably burn the whole building down." She laughed.

A ringing interrupted their conversation. It was Rosette's cell phone. She struggled with the bags to try and reach the phone in her jeans pocket. Since they had been standing along the edge of the sidewalk, she nearly toppled over from her loss of equilibrium (A/N I love that word) if it hadn't been for Chrno catching her wrist.

Now there was a dilemma. Both of them leaning their weight backwards, holding very heavy bags, and the phone still ringing, they had a difficult time trying to get themselves to stand up.

"OK….on three, we both lean forward quickly…" Rosette nodded and giggled at his instruction.

"One…two…three!" The plan worked, they were both on their feet. Except a little to close for comfort. There faces about one inch away from each other.

She smells good. Chrno thought. Until he realized the situation.

"Oh! Uh…sorry." He stepped back, letting Rosette retrieve her ever so persistent phone. As soon as he had stepped back, she had turned her back on him, so he didn't really know what she was thinking…or whether she was embarrassed or not for that matter.

"Hello?"

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"What?"

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"I took a detour, I just stopped at the store."

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"Right NOW??"

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The blonde sighed.

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"Do I have to BE with you every minute?"

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"Rehearsal isn't until tomorrow!!"

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"I'm not."

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"WHY would you think that?"

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"Holy shit, he's.just.my.neighbor. GOODBYE!"

She slammed her phone shut, annoyed.

"WHO does he think he is??" she yelled at the now shut off phone. She started to walk ahead, home.

"Chrno are you coming? I'm not going to take your bags by myself!"

He stammered. "Uh-Y-yeah! Coming!"

Chrno rushed after her, his sneakers beating against the pavement. The crowd bustled past them, both of them walking together in a silence.

They got to the apartment building, exhausted.

"Do walk back in the snow??" Rosette asked, panting after the quick run through the last of the crowd.

He nodded, opening the door. He gestured towards the inside.

"After you."

"Thanks." She grunted with the bags up the stairs after they were both inside of the cool, air-conditioned entrance.

"Let's take the elevator." He agreed, wholeheartedly.

"Do you want me to help you put the groceries away?" she offered when they reached her door, her's being closest to the stairs and elevator.

"Nah, I'll just put them inside my room." Chrno started to walk away but Rosette stopped him.

"Wait, when you're done, come in here, I have to give you something."

"Alright. Gimme a few minutes." She nodded and went inside of her place.

She leaned against the door, her eyes closed.

Wow he's sexy.

Rosette laughed to herself, then went into her bedroom to find what she was looking for.

Knock. Knock.

"Rosette?"

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"I'm going to come in." he came in, the same mess from this morning still there. (flashback to nosebleed scene XD)

But no Rosette.

He heard crashes and bangs coming from the other room and followed them. Chrno's feet creaking on the hardwood floor, he looked into the bedroom, where he found Rosette making out with Keith.

Just kidding.

Actually, she was just rummaging through her still packed up boxes.

"UGHH I.MUST.UNPACK.TODAY!!" Rosette grinded her teeth.

"Rosetteee." Chrno said, interrupting her search. "Want help with that? I owe you for helping me with the bags."

She turned around, smiling a VERY big smile.

"Would you??? That'd be GREAT!" she jumped up, squeezing the life out of him.

"Eh…R-ros….A-air...ca-t..brea-s-s-ts…" he gasped out. Breasts could really suffocate people…especially if they were extra…large…

"Oh… sorry! Now…that thing I was looking for…we'll have to unpack to find it."

Chrno groaned. "Everything?"

She nodded.

"Yup. I didn't label any of the boxes so I don't know where anything is…" she trailed off, looking at all of the boxes.

He stared at her.

"You have no organization skills whatsoever I'm guessing…"

"Pretty much."

"So…should we get started?"

"Mmm."

Both getting down on their knees, they each picked a box to open and sort through.

Hmm…let's see…box one…

Chrno grabbed a large box on the mattress, and took out his room keys to open it.

Oh whaddya know, lingerie…wonderful…oh yeah bras and underwear and…whoa…o..k...

"Uhh Rosette, why don't you go through this?" suggested Chrno nervously. Would she think he was a pervert?

She turned around. "Oh. Thanks…." She said with a grin, and threw the box in the corner of the room.

"….pervert…"

"I-I'm NOT!"

"Why are you all red?"

"Uhh…'cuz it's hot in here."

"Yeah, because you're in here."

"Mmmhmm, I hope that's not a lame compliment telling me I'm hot."

Rosette laughed at the nonchalance of his comment. This guy was so weird!

They continued to look through all of the boxes for the rest of the night. Finding clothes, pictures, school stuff, books, (not that she really read) hats, CDs, one more guitar, mountains of music, tapes, and more stuff that someone would need to…"survive."

However, Rosette was having a difficult time finding the thing that she wanted to show her new buddy.

"Chrnoooo I.CANT.FIND.IT! WHAT TIME IS IT? I DIDN'T UNPACK THE CLOCK YET. GREAT! WHERE.THE.FUCK.IS.IT?" she was obviously getting very frustrated at her unorganization.

"ROSETTE! Relax. I'm sure it's not that important." He assured.

She frowned. "I guess." She slumped, her hands digging deeper into her pockets.

Suddenly, her blue eyes lit up.

"I found it!" she exclaimed, pulling something out of her….pocket…

Chrno gaped.

"We…did…all of that…when…it was…???" he sat down, in shock.

Rosette walked over, ignoring the irritation vibes coming from the short purple-haired cutie. She waved a slip of paper in his face, waiting for a reaction.

"I have a request."

"What?"

"Will you pleeeaaaaseee come to our band's first concert? We've done recording, single tracks…and everything except a live concert…and it'd be awesome if you were there…" she begged.

He grinned.

"Show me how good you are… then maybe'll consider."

A surprised look crossed her face. That was what he wanted?

"So, you promise you'll come if you hear me?"

"Yeah…if you can reach my expectations…."

"YOU.ARE.ON!!" she exclaimed. Walking out of the room to get her guitar, Chrno noticed something on the ground by a pile of shoes. A book. It was brown, made of leather.

He carefully walked over to it and saw that the cover said in big, black, violent letters:

NO ONE FUCKING READS THIS

He smirked. Sounded just like Rosette. Just as he was about to open it, the blonde walked into the room, wearing a cocky smile. He quickly shoved the book in his pocket before she could see.

"Ready to be impressed?"

"Come on, impress me…" Rosette laughed and hunkered down with her dear instrument.

"Alright!"

Ohhhh seven pages on micro word STILL didn't seem enough….grr

Oh well…you'll never guess what happens next…teehee…

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