Alone • Corey Haim

• twenty •

The hot sun beamed down, and woke up Rose and Corey only when their cheeks were flaming.

The day was bright, and almost too hot. Rose's slow morning movements woke Corey, who was cuddled up in the groove of Rose's neck, right above her shoulder.

Rose's hands shot up to her face, and touched the bridge of her nose, along her cheekbones.

"Stupid sunburn." She groaned, then shifted her position to laying on her stomach.

"Rose, you look so cute!" Corey fangirled, as he examined the light freckles appearing on his cheeks, and her naturally blushed cheeks, painted on by the sun's rays.

"You look like a deformed Oompa Loompa." Rose laughed at Corey, which caused him to fake pout.

Rose groggily started to rise up, and she pushed herself down the roof, and hung her legs off the end.

Corey slowly and cautiously slid down the roof along with her, and then rested his arm around her shoulder.

"I noticed the stars last night, and they looked exactly like all the cute little freckles across your nose." Corey said, while still looking out into Rose's neighborhood.

"You were probably brewing that one up all night." Rose joked, and Corey let out a small laugh.

"I'm serious." He said while finishing his laugh.

"Just as much as you remind me of rainbows." Corey added.

"Okay, now your just bullshitting me." Rose joked, yet was serious at the same time.

"No, you're like, in between a crazy storm and a beautiful sunny day. You're that rainbow in the middle." Corey said, and swung his other arm over Rose's front side, and leaned his head on her shoulder now that he was in a hugging position.

"You're like a really, really dependent puppy." Rose said, wanting to compliment him but only able to contradict her feelings with a bad quality.

"Thank you." Corey replied, looking at the intention of her words.

"I'm probably gonna go to to the movies today, wanna join?" Corey asked.

"Sure, why not?" Rose replied after searching her mind for any reason why she shouldn't.

"Alright, hop down, we could see what's playing." Corey said casually and launched himself off the roof. He landed with a big thud, and dry dirt swirled around him up to Rose's sitting position on the cold roof.

"Nice going, blockhead." Rose muttered jokingly, just loud enough for Corey to hear, and slid down, landing next to Corey.

She extended a hand for him, and when he grabbed it, the familiar pesky electric current shot through her arm — and his, as well.

"We've gotta change clothes. We'll probably look real dumb looking like we just walked straight out a a baseball game. And I mean participating in the game - we're dirty, and very sweaty." Rose stated.

"But Greg's in there, we might as well sign our lives off." Corey replied, with a nervous crease forming between his eyebrows.

"Eh, he's passed out, I'm sure of it." Rose brushed off, then entered the house.

The house was silent, besides the floor creaking under their feet.

"I'll get us some clothes, wait here." Rose ordered, and casually walked down the hallway. She entered her bedroom, and Wesley didn't appear to be there — Rose assumed he'd gone for a walk to something, she was spending a lot less time with him recently.