Gem High

22

Rose's POV:
"I can't believe we only have one week left together!" I exclaim, Greg and I have been having so much fun and I don't want it to end.
"Yes, tragic" pipes up Pearl sarcastically, I knew she'd be like this, it's why I didn't want to tell her.
"Hey, it's ok, even after holidays I can sneak back every once in a while, I have experience in jumping fences..." Comforts Greg kindly, whilst putting his arm around me. Well, across my back, it isn't long enough to go all the way around me.
"Mmm hhmmm" murmurs Pearl tiredly, she has bags under eyes and I just wish she'd talk to me about it, but she really feels like I betrayed her, so she barely says anything, she just throws a sly comment in here and there.
"I'm going up" mutters Pearl as she leaves, it's pretty late but even when school was on we'd stay up til midnight, rebelling to our heart's content. I miss that.
"I'm sorry I put a rift between you two, I shouldn't have come" sighs Greg after she's left.
"No! I mean, she'll get over it. Anyone who gets to know you simply has to like you!" I insist, wishing Pearl would just see my side.
"I'm sorry Rose, but you can't always be friends with everyone" he explains truthfully.
"I know that too well" I say under my breath, before smiling at Greg to show him that I'm ok.
"That reminds me, guess who's getting special training at the hospital because of how she saved a life!...... This girl, that's who!" I laugh jovially, pleased that the hospital was offering me lessons.
"How could broken friendships remind you of that? I mean broken friends might but... Oh, ugh that was hurtful." He quizzes.
"It's fine, but, well Peridot probably wouldn't agree.... Anyway, the reason that the inability to make nice with someone reminds me of the hospital is, ugh, Pink Dia-" I stutter, feelings as if I had to tell Greg, to get it off my chest if nothing else.
"Hey, it's fine, you don't need to tell me, the past is the past and it's kind of obvious this is a delicate subject. Don't wanna ruin the mood this fireplace is giving us" he interrupts, squeezing my hand.
"I.... I guess not" I reply, usually everyone prompted me to tell them the truth, no matter what. But Greg understood that it was hard, his point of view was a refreshing change of pace.
"So come dance in the starlight with me Rose Quartz" he encourages.
"Like we have pretty much every night?" I question cheekily.
"What can I say? I guess my originality isn't in romantic gestures, but it is in lyrics" he smiles before pulling me off of the sofa we'd been sat on.
"Sing something for me, Mr Universe." I request, as enticingly as I can muster without laughing.

Author's note:
Pretty short because I have a REALLY long chapter in mind for chapter 25 :-)).