Italics are Flashbacks btw :)

Rosie laid on the small twin bed, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Rocco's story stayed in her head the whole night. Every word he said. She could picture the scene in her head. The children, playing, happy. The woman talking on her phone. The men standing around a bar-be-que, maybe talking about how good it was at cooking steaks and then, BANG BANG BANG! Rosie sat up, looking around the dark room. They had crashed at Rocco's mom's place while she was out of town and it was close to the man's house. She stood up and moved to the fire place, looking at the different pictures and small figurines. Suddenly the kitchen light flicked on, through her cracked door. Rubbing her eyes, at the invasion of light, she tip-toed into the room. Murphy was at the fridge, grabbing a beer. "Murph?" Rosie whispered, thinking he wouldn't be able to hear it. But he did. He spun around, almost dropping the beer, "Jaysus, Rosie. Give me a fuckin' heart attack." Rosie smiled some, leaning against the door frame. Murphy closed the fridge and sat at the table, "Why are ya up?" Rosie shrugged, stepping to the sink, "Rocco's story. It's like pretty etched in my head." Murphy nodded, sipping his beer. "I feel bad for snapping at him today." Rosey stood at the sink, her eyes tired. "It's a'right. We're all on our toes." He lowered his head into his hands. Rosie lowered her glass of water and stepped to him, taking his hands, "Murph, what's eating you?" Murphy looked up at her, his eyes were tired, "Nervous. Still." Rosie bent down on her knees and looked him in the eyes, "We're in this together. You jump, I jump, remember?" Murphy looked up at her, smiling.

It was probably the warmest night in history in Boston. Rosie stood out on the roof of her apartment, a beer in her hand. She was staring out at the other tops of buildings as she walked towards the edge. Setting down her beer, the nineteen year old removed the ring from her finger. Leaning over, she dropped it off the side of the building. Next she pushed the beer over the edge, hearing it crash next to the full garbage can. Then, hicking up her long maxi dress, she stood up onto the ledge. Laughing came from the party she had excused herself from. Looking down at the concrete below, she swallowed hard.

"You fuckin' did this. You fuckin' jackass. Fuckin' my best friend? I hope you both rot in hell." She stepped one foot out onto the air and was about to step off when a voice came from behind her, "Wudn't do that if I was ya." She spun around to see Murphy walking to her.

Doc had introduced him and his brother to her about a month ago and they'd become good friends almost immediately. And here he was today, at her engagment party. His suit jacket was discarded somewhere downstairs, and his dress shirt was unbuttoned some.

"Why not?" She asked him, tears running down her face.

"Because," He was suddenly up on the ledge with her, "Ya don't wanna do somethin' permantely stupid, 'cause ye were temporarily upset."

Rosie turned away from him, "Just leave me alone okay?"

Murphy grabbed at her hand, "Sorry, can't do that, lass." The long girl looked at him, trying to read his face. "Ye jump. I jump." He said with a smirk.

Rosie stared at him, then back at the alley way below. "C'mon. Let's get outta 'ere. Ye, me, and Connor. We'll go get plastered somewhere."

Rosie laughed, "Okay." She dried her eyes as Murphy jumped back down onto the roof. He held onto her waist and helped her down as well. "'Ere ya go." He handed her shoes to her, and held out his hand. Smiling, Rosie took it, and let him lead her back down to the party.

"Ya should really get some rest." Murphy said now, still smiling at her. She bit her bottom lip, "Sleep with me." This statement took Murphy aback some, "W-what?" Rosie chuckled standing, "Not like that, Murphy MacManus. Actually sleep with me. Please, I need the comfort." Murphy stood, making Rosie have to look up, "Okay." He kissed her forehead and followed her back to the bedroom. There, she laid down, facing the farthest wall. Murphy crawled in behind her. He didn't really know what to do, so he just laid there. Suddenly Rosie reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling it around her waist. She laced her fingers with his. Seeing she was still in need of comfort, Murphy pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly, "Everything will be okay, Rosie. Everything will be okay." Rosie sighed at the sound of his words, and closed her eyes. Hoping she could believe him and get some sleep tonight. She could feel his rosary around his neck and it made her feel safe. The sound of his breathing made her feel safe. The arm wrapped around her waist made her feel safe. Everything about Murphy made her feel safe. He was her rock, the only thing that kept her from going insane. Even Connor, his twin brother, didn't have that effect on her. And laying there, in his arms she realized why. She wasn't in love with Connor. She was in love with Murphy. The more she pondered this thought the more she realized, she had been for quite sometime. With this new thought in her head, she was able to close her eyes, and fall asleep. Happy and safe.

This chapters pretty short... sorry :)

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