David arrived back home shortly, I was in the kitchen when he did, drinking a cup of tea. He told Amy that we were going to the Sunday football game. He was mainly worried about the going to church part. Amy eased his worries quite quickly, and then spoke to him about something quietly. They conversed quietly for a while, too quiet for me to overhear their conversation. I easily assumed it was about me, because David came running in the kitchen soon after. He didn't move from the doorway, simply standing there, staring at me like I was a ghost. I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms over my chest, opting for looking out the window instead. He stumbled towards me and sat on his knees beside me. He set a hand on my knee, gently, tentatively.
"Rosie." He whispered. I ignored him.
"Rosie, please. I didn't mean..." He started again, I held up a hand, stopping him.
"Don't. Amy already spoke enough for the both of you. I assume she already told you everything?" I asked him. He nodded. "Then you know what I said." I uncrossed my arms and set them on my lap. David was quick to grab a hand and grip it tightly.
"I know, Rosie. Everything Amy said was true. You are turning 18, and it's just a hard thing to concept. To me, I'll always see you as that 7 year old, that was running around the yard in your father's boots, trying to catch fireflies. I just don't want you to grow up, and you are." David looked down as he spoke. I set a hand under his chin and made him look up at me.
"Uncle David, I'll always be your little girl, but the day is going to come that you're going to have to accept that I'm a grown girl now. One day, you're going to have to let me go. And I want that day to be good, so I want to come back to you. Not a bad one, where I want nothing to do with you." I spoke softly and tears began to fill his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him.
"I've always dreaded that day. And it's coming sooner than I'd like. Let's forget these past days, and continue on as if they didn't happen." He said quietly, to which I nodded. He pulled back and set his hands on my shoulders and stood up. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Love you, Rosie Posey." I smiled up at him.
"Love you too, Uncle David." Then I jabbed him in the stomach and stood up before running away, yelling behind me. "I've told you countless times, not to call me that!" I heard him laugh loudly before taking off after me.
The days after that were quite simple. Amy and I busted ass to keep setting up the house while David worked on his writing. There was no tension in the air, and everything was quite relaxed. I was able to make small talk with Charlie as he and his crew would pack up for the day. We didn't talk of many important things, mainly just little things, like what our pasts were like. I learned about his football scholarship that was ruined when he got hurt. He acted as if it didn't effect him, but his voice and eyes spoke of sadness and disappointment. I, in turn, told him of my past with my family. I loved to dance, especially at the little gatherings we would have every other month. Talking to him, was as easy as breathing. And we became fast friends. It wasn't very hard for the small, little crush she had on him, to morph into something more, something stronger. When I was around him, my heart would flutter, my stomach was invaded by butterflies and he could make me blush effortlessly. It was a feeling I was unfamiliar with, and it frightened me slightly, at how strongly he was effecting me. I tried to hide these reactions from everybody, especially Amy and David. But, it appeared these efforts were in vain, for Amy had figured out my little attraction and had confronted me one evening.
I was laying on my bed, reading a book and just relaxing since the next morning we would go to church and then the football/picnic. I was off in my own little world, as I often did when I read. A knocking on my door harshly threw me into reality.
"Come in." I called out softly. When Amy entered, I sat up and closed my booking, setting it on my nightstand. She walked in after closing the door behind her, and sat on the bed in front of me. "What's up Amy?" I asked softly. Her eye scanned over my face.
"Rose, what's up with you and Charlie?" She asked, straight to the point. The question caused heat to flood my face. I looked down at the sheets and played with them.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly. I peeked up at her, noticing her eyes narrowed at me.
"I've seen how you are with him. You always laugh and blush. It's like you have feeling for him." She accused. At this I looked down again as more blood rushed to my cheeks. I heard Amy gasp. "Rose! You can't like him! He's a bad person! He was when I was with him when I lived here."
My eyebrows furrowed in irritation.
"Amy, he's not a bad person! He's been nothing but kind to us, even offering to restore the barn roof! Apparently, he's nothing like what your memory serves to be! He's nice, and kind to me. He hasn't spoken a bad word to you or David." My voice didn't raise, but the power behind it grew as I spoke. I balled the sheets up in my fists. Amy glared at me.
"I don't care Rosabelle. He's bad news. Back off him. He'll only hurt you in the end." She stood up and walked towards the door as she spoke. I jumped off my bed and glared fiercely at her back.
"Amy, you may be my guardian, but you will never be my mother. She was the only one I would ever listen to. If you keep this up, then the day I turn 18, I will be out of your's and David's lives. If I were you, I would tread carefully." I spoke in a low voice that held a biting edge of warning. She glanced at me over her shoulder and slammed my door shut behind her. I grumbled lowly to myself.
"Just when I thought everything was gonna be fine." I ran a hand through my hair and then curled up in the bed and fell asleep.
Faithful readers! Hello! I need your help! Should Rose, Amy and David forgive eachother again? Or should the riff between them stay, and eventually widen? What are your thoughts? :) Thank you all for the reviews. They really keep me going. ^-^
