Are We Gonna Run or Sit and Wonder!? Tag: ROSE

[MALLORY TORRES]

Today had be a pretty flat line sort of day for Mallory. She simply sat a home flipping through the new Cosmo and read the sex stories, giggled at the celebrities and their troubles. She circled outfits with a sharpie that she found to be cute or something that she could fix up with a few of her ideas. After the end of the magazine, Mallory turned her attention to food. She wanted something deliciously healthy, but she wanted something sweet. She lazily shuffled to her kitchen and swung open her fridge.
The contents of her seemingly abundant fridge were not exactly what she was craving but she’d make do. She grabbed a head of lettuce and raspberry vingerette dressing and put them on the island counter. She shut the fridge and went from the pantry and found some sundried cranberries, golden raisins, and messy chopped almonds. She grabbed a bowl she began making her salad and her finished product smelt absolutely divine.

While munching down on her salad, Mallory’s mind wandered to Seth. She had a great time with him and she just couldn’t keep her mind off him lately. She grabbed her phone and sent a text to Seth. She waited patiently as she tapped her fingers quickly on the couch and let her eyes wander around her house. She almost went to grab from her phone when it vibrated loudly and made her jump back into her couch. She regained her composure as if she’d never lost it in the first place. She giggled as she read the text, then a knock demanding and frantic came from her door.

[ROSE MERCER]

Thirty seven.

Thirty seven.

Thirty fucking seven.

Thirty seven pregnancy tests. Thirty seven little plus signs of doom. Thirty seven little reminders of how she fucked up so royally, she was literally beyond words.

Thirty seven.

She hated that number. Forever would that number be marred on her brain.

But Guillermo didn't want her. Guillermo had grown tired of her, her drama, her games. Now, she planned to tell him. Eventually. But right now, he didn't even want to see her. How would that look, if she just came up to him and went: 'Ohhai, I'm knocked up. It's yours.' right after he had thrown such ugly words at her.

No. He needed some time.

He needed to be able to chill out for awhile, to not completely detest the idea of being around her.

She needed to get away from here. Everything was tainted by his touch. Her cloths, her shoes, her furniture. Gathering her purse, she found her passport beneath it.

Yes.

She had to get the fuck away from here.

Quick as a lick, Rose dressed in a pair of simple blue jeans, a plain gray v-neck, black stilettos, and a black jacket, and headed down to her car. Her make up was runned, as she had cried so very much in the last twenty four hours.

Fuck.

Finally she made it to Mallory's. Yes, she didn't want to be alone. Seth wouldn't understand, and who else did she have? The ride up the elevator was so long, and waiting for Mallory to answer the door was even longer.

Rose knew she looked like hell.

She knew Mallory would detect this.

Quite frankly, she didn't give a damn.

"Hey!" Rose chirped excitedly, throat strained from being worn out from tears, and wanting so very much to continue on that path. Even now, her eyes were brimming, though she kept a smile on her face. "I just found my passport. Let's celebrate by getting the fuck out of here. Anywhere you like! I've never had a croissant from France..." She gave a hysterical laugh, utterly ready to just vanish into nothingness. "Let's just get out of here. Just you and me!" Rose hugged herself, keeping the painful smile on her face, keeping the tears pent up in her eyes.

Fucking thirty seven.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory jumped off the couch and practically ran full speed to the door. Flinging it open, her eyes fell on a distraught Rose who had obviously been crying because her eyes were puffy red and her greeting was strained and raspy. Then Mallory gawked a bit at Rose's next statement. "Oh Rose." Mallory pulled her best friend into a hug and closed the door behind them. "Come 'ere." Mallory stated as she dragged Rose into the master bedroom, which was way darker than the rest of the house. "Get into the bed." Mallory instructed as she closed the curtains, making the room almost completely dark.

She ran out to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka, while avoiding the cups. No need for them in times like these. She grabbed the tub of chocolate ice cream and two spoons. Tonight they'd fall asleep drunk and full of ice cream and tomorrow they'd plan their departure.

Mallory got back from the kitchen, she looked at Rose with a soft smile. "Now let's talk." She announced as she crawled on the bed putting the vodka and ice cream on the bed side table.