John gasped at what he saw. Rose had a paper with his name and a bunch of hearts on the wall next to her bed. Rose likes me to? Why did I never notice, thought John. But then, he saw The hearts weren't for him, they were for her family. It was her family. He felt sad but didn't show it. I have to be mature about how I feel for her. Tell her at the right time. "Hey, Rose, I'm done," said John.

"Okay," said a voice from the personal bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute. You can sit in my bean bag chair in till I'm out."

John pulled the black bean bag chair from the corner and sat down. He looked around at Rose's room. It still surprised him he wanted her room to look like this after they had officially owned the house. The room had a light purple wallpaper and a black carpet. Her bed had a brown zebra striped blanket, with brown pillows to match. The bed was in the left far corner from the door.

Rose owned a dresser with flowers carved into it. It was a one of a kind. The dresser was up against the wall opposite of the bed. She has her flat screen TV atop it. Next to the TV there was a cable box and a PlayStation3. In the right corner, next to the bathroom door, there was a small desk with a laptop atop it. The beanbags were next to the desk. Rose had a little table beside her bed that she put a small lamp on, the remotes, controllers, and tissue box. Rose had her phone charging so the phone was atop the table, too. Rose had a little stuffed bear on her floor. I wonder what that's from, wondered John.

Just then, Rose came out of the bathroom. "Thanks for waiting for me," she said and sat on her bed. "You want to play PlayStation till bed?"

"Sure. Throw me a controller," said John.

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The Next Day

John woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I wonder who's cooking, thought John, as he got up and grabbed his backpack. I'll find out after I change. He pulled out a blue and white striped T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and gray boxers. He got up and headed toward the bathroom. He changed quickly and ran to the living room. He shoved his pajamas in his backpack and walked in the kitchen. There, he saw Rose standing at the stove, putting pancakes and bacon on a plate.

"Morning. Breakfast is done if your hungry," she said and put the plate on the table.

She can cook, too? How did I not know this, John asked himself. "Thanks," he said and grabbed a plate.

Rose smiled and said, "Your welcome. Well, I need to wake up dad. I'll be back." John nodded and bit into a piece of bacon.

5 minutes later. Rose walked in with her dad following. He yawned and said, "Mornin'." "Good Morning to you, too," John said.

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John could feel the plane slowly go forward and up in the air as he read a food catalog. 20 hours on a plane with Rose and her dad. This is going to be interesting, thought John. "John," Rose said. "Do you see anything in the lunch section I could eat later?" John scanned the catalogs lunch section, and nodded his head.

"I think you would like the chicken, with a side of mashed potatoes with gravy or French fries. It comes with a drink," said John, and pointed to it so Rose could see what he meant.

"That does look good. Dad, can I get that for lunch?" she asked her dad.

"Sure, sweetheart," said her dad. "Anything for my daughter and her best friend."

John handed the catalog to Rose and looked out the window. Everything looked so small up here, thought John. It's very beautiful, like Rose. I wonder why they called her Rose if she look like a beautiful beach. There's so many things I love about her... Soon, John drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 4 end

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Johns Dream