"Yeah..." She answers.
Taking a deep breath, I prepare for my next words.
"Are you the sixteen-year-old girl that likes to flirt with me? The one that plans to marry me? To love me? To make me hers?"
"I am." She answers quietly and I find myself smiling.
She didn't hesitate.
"Then babe, princess. I don't exactly think much about who you really are because to me, you are Rose, the strange girl that at first annoyed me. And as long as you are that girl, then you will always be my Rose, my stranger. And don't you ever forget that." I stop to gather my thoughts before continuing. "So it doesn't matter if you're different in real life, or if you behave differently with others. What matters is you and I. You hear me? You and I. The way you behave with me. That you remain, my stranger," I let out a breath and close my eyes ."My princess with a pea size brain. That's all that matters right now." I mumble the last part.
She just needed to know that she's my Rose.
My Rosie.
Rose stays quiet on the other side before she finally speaks.
"I'm not the same person in real life. I'm less talkative, I'm... an awkward mess." She trails off.
"An awkward mess," I repeat her words, slowly. "Hmm, I quite like the sound of that, darling." I grin.
"James, I'm serious!" She exclaims, clearly not satisfied with my response.
I click my tongue before answering. "So am I, princess."
"We just can't meet." She mumbles.
"I'll meet you sooner or later, princess," I tell her. "And that's a promise."
"A promise?" She questions "How are you so sure?"
I grin. "Sweetheart, you have yet to meet me."
Despite her hesitation. I had a feeling I would meet this girl sooner than she would like.
And I was dreading the moment.
•••
Typing the words for my essay, my mind drifts to my conversation from earlier.
The laptop, long forgotten.
"I'm an awkward mess."
"An awkward mess, huh?" I mumble to myself. "Why do I like the sound of that?"
And for some reason, knowing that, seemed to appease me more.
Clicking my tongue I return my focus to the essay in front of me but a voice distracts me.
"Talking to yourself now?" I look up to see Vincent, standing a few inches away from me.
"Just thinking out loud," I respond darting my eyes back to the essay.
"About a certain girl, I'm sure." He proceeds to sit on the other side of the couch.
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Stranger Danger
Teen Fiction"I think I'm lost." "That sucks." In which a guy accidentally texts the wrong person and it turns out to be more than a happy accident. In the span of many exchanged conversations, James and Ros...
