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Normally Damien never wandered this far from the inner city but he needed some time away from his family and working in the Lab. Most of the scientists there never took him seriously despite his best efforts to prove himself to them. He thought about going home, but Marie was whining about something, Zach was throwing a tantrum, and Basile was nowhere to be found. The house was in chaos and Damien really didn't want to be caught in the middle of all that. So there he was, out in the apple orchard, walking around with a thoughtful look on his face and his hands clasped behind his back. The smell of ripe apples hung thickly in the air around him, which made him smile - Damien liked apples. But he didn't make any moves to grab an apple as they weren't his and he wouldn't want to be one of those Nobles that took whatever whenever they pleased. Moreover, his thoughts were quickly straying from the subject of apples, and was instead focused on how his mother was frantically searching for someone to marry him off to.
Instead of bumping into Cameron, Damien spotted the other Noble when he came into view. At first Damien thought about turning around and walking in the other direction, but by now he was sure the other guy saw him as well. It would only be polite for him to engage Cameron in a small conversation now, though it was sort of the last thing he wanted to do; it wasn't that he hated the guy, just he wasn't very fond of him all too much. . . for reason he really wouldn't like to expand on. "Hello Cameron," Damien said, approaching Cameron. "A fine day to be out for walk."
"No thanks," Damien sighed, "I already ate." Lies. It just wasn't in Damien to take an apple for himself just like that, even if he was going to pay for it later. He would first have to talk to the owner of the orchard, make sure it was okay with him, and then he would be able to take one for himself. Though, wasn't he technically trespassing on the owner's land simply by walking around? Maybe it was better not to think too much into it. "But the apples do look delicious." And then Damien grew silent, unsure of what to say next. He always has a hard time talking to people, and Cameron sure was a handful. After a moment, he cleared his throat and asked, "How have you been?"
It was tempting, but Damien knew better than to give into it. It was amusing actually because Damien wasn't as innocent as he appeared, having been up to plenty of mischievous things over the year thanks to his brother, Brother. He was able to handle peer pressure, it would take a lot more than that to break him. Shaking his head, he said, "No thank you. Maybe another time. Also we have plenty of apples back at the house, so if I crave for one later, I think I'll be fine."At the mention of courting someone, Damien grew tense but restrained from making a face. His mother was the same, always finding someone for Damien, but he just wasn't interested. Okay he was interested in girls, but he never knew what to do around them, and according to both Basile and Marie, he was utterly hopeless. "I will court someone when the time is right," he replied, looking flustered. "I've been busy at the lab."
(lol it's fine ^^" i'm watching a movie so slow replies from me)"I know how to bring it to the next level. I-I don't need any help." Lies. All lies! Damien swallowed hard because well Cameron was completely right. Despite the best efforts of his siblings, Damien wasn't able to take it to the next step when it came to girls. Why? Well not even he knew the answer to that. It was just hard for him. It was fine being friends with girls but to be anything more than that scared the brown-haired boy. This often made him wonder what was wrong with him when he couldn't even do something as simple as being romantic with someone of the opposite gender.
Damien's entire face flushed as Cameron continued to speak. Naturally he has tried to make a move on a girl before, wanting to get past the friendship zone, but it all ended up in complete and utter failure. Right now there wasn't a girl that has caught his eye, but it was only a matter of time, but did any of that matter? His mother and father has the final say in who he was to be with, so really he shouldn't even be tempted to accept Cameron's help, if the guy was even offering his help. "I'm fairly confident in myself." No he wasn't. "And it doesn't matter if I have tried or not, it's none of your business anyways." He tugged at his clothes, looking down to make sure he still appeared decent though this was his way of distracting himself.
"I'm not fidgeting." And he went right back to tugging on his clothes, but when Damien noticed what he was doing he stopped and let his hands drop back to his side. "And it's warm out here, my face is red because of the heat." It really was nice weather, it could be barely considered hot. Damien let out a sigh of defeat, knowing better than to continue coming up with more feeble excuses. At the question of marriage, the younger boy simply shrugged. "What about it? My mother and father will set me up with a girl," he replied, sounding as if it wasn't a big deal. "There is no point in pursuing a girl because it is ultimately up to my mother who I marry."
Sex. That word alone was enough to make Damien blush furiously. It wasn't that the boy didn't know what it was, his father gave him the talk a while ago and Basile constantly joked about it around him, but it was just that he's never thought about it before. Yes marriage entailed having children at some point, and he wanted to have kids some day, but the idea of sex was uncomfortable to him. Clearing his throat, Damien averted his eyes to his feet. "I can talk just fine with a girl," he mumble meekly. It was true, Damien was able to talk to girls in a friendly manner, he just couldn't flirt with them. "And mother is always panicking about something, it's better to leave it all up to her. The only reason she's still alive is because she's in constant panic," he stated dryly.
Damien almost laughed at Cameron for a change. The idea of him finding a girl for Damien was laughable indeed, seeing how there was little chance that there were any girls left that don't have some sort of "interaction" with Cameron somehow. "So there are some girls you haven't staked claim over yet?" That statement would probably get him a good punch to the face, but it's been said and he wasn't going to take it back. It was simply the truth, and Damien was curious.
Damien raised a brow at Cameron, but shrugged at his reasoning. Premarital sex or any of that nonsense was not in Damien. He wouldn't be able to do it even if the opportunity presented itself to him. "Why are you so insistent to help me?" he asked cautiously. "If I were to say yes, exactly what are you getting out of this, Cameron?" Now, Damien didn't think that Cameron was completely bad, there was probably some good in him, he just didn't imagine him to be the sort to help a guy as hopeless as Damien. Was this is a trick?
"Right of course," Damien sighed, sounding as if he knew all along. For a few minutes he stayed quite, thinking it over. Honestly, what could it hurt? If Cameron could help him where both Basile and Marie failed, well then there was nothing wrong with that. He could use the help, and Cameron would be the right guy for the job. Slowly, and still unsure, Damien nodded. "Okay, I'll accept your help."
(xD yes you did, but it's going to be funny)Damien immediately regretted saying yes. In fact he wanted to take it back now, but it was too late when he noticed Cameron already walking away. He could run after the guy and tell him that he actually didn't need his help, but all Damien could do was stand there with a worried expression on his face. Best friends? Yeah more like worst nightmare. Groaning internally, Damien turned around and took one of the paths to head back home, trying to reassure himself that things won't be too bad.
Rosette woke up early like she would every morning to help get breakfast ready for her family because it was one of the few little things she liked to do to help out her mother and father. However, that morning she woke up a little earlier to get breakfast ready before rummaging through her brother's clothes. It hurt to go through the clothes he left behind, and in fact she didn't even want to wear them, but she found a white shirt and a pair of trousers, both of which were too big for her. For the trousers, Rosette had to take a belt and tighten it around her waist as much as possible before buttoning up the shirt, which was obviously too big as it hung off her small slender frame. She felt like a child wearing their father's clothes. With a sigh, she took a blue ribbon and tied it around the middle so that it would look somewhat okay, though it looked like some weird dress now. Rosette sighed again, thinking this was just a very strange outfit. Taking off the ribbon, she tried stuffing her shirt into the trousers before tightening the belt again. "A little better," she mumbled. Then she used the ribbon to tie up her hair before pulling on a pair of boots and leaving the house. She had already told her parents she would be gone most of the day, promising she would be home in time for dinner. She hadn't told them where she would be or who she would be with, as they would worry and tell her to just stay home instead. However, Rosette already made the deal, she wasn't going to back out of it.
The sun had just peeked over the horizon when she finally reached the Apple Orchard. She has come by there before, often taking an apple while walking around and enjoying the beauty of the place. At first there was a smile on her face as she looked around, but the smile dropped when she spotted Colt already there. Though before she could say anything, she paused when she spotted a small boy there. He was a cute child, but who was he?
Rosette rolled her eyes when he told her she was late. "Yeah well dressing up for the occasion took a lot longer than I thought it would," she mumbled as she glanced down at herself. It felt so strange wearing these clothes. It also felt strange as they once belonged to her brother. The thought of him made her shoulders sag a little, but she shook her head at Colt. She followed after him when he started walking, though her eyes were drawn down to the little boy, wondering who he was. She figured the child was related to Colt, so possibly his younger brother. Yeah that would make sense, but why bring such a young child out there this early in the morning. Ignoring his comment about how she looked like a boy, Rosette smiled at the child, waving in return. Naturally she has a soft spot for children. And this one looked so darn cute. How in the world was he related to Colt? "So, recruiting them young, I see," she said, nodding over the child. Rosette picked up the pace so that she fell into step beside Colt. "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of climbing a tree." The only thing Rosette was afraid of was . . . well it hardly mattered now. The sun was already climbing high into the sky so no reason to feel scared. "What are we doing anyways?" she asked.
"It took time to make it fit so it won't just all fall off while I'm walking around," she snapped. "Unlike you, I prefer keeping my clothes on." Rosette narrowed her eyes on him, but looked away as her cheeks flushed. This was absolutely embarrassing, though she found a boy's clothing a little more comfortable than wearing a dress everywhere. Though she kept glancing down at the belt around her waist, praying it would keep all the clothes in place while she worked. Now that would certainly be very embarrassing. She would go into hiding and refuse to show her face anywhere. Clearing her throat, she looked over to the child again, thinking he was a little too adorable for words. It was sort of nice to see this different side of Colt; perhaps she judged too quickly and harshly after all. . .When Colt came to a stop, so did Rose. She found herself smiling as she watched Colt pick up the child, but looked away when he set him down again. "Oh hmm? Well I just wanted to make sure," she mumbled, shrugging as she returned her attention to Colt. "Ah right then, apple juice. Take your time. I'm just going to wait until your done then." Rosette leaned back against the trunk of a tree nonchalantly. She glanced at the kid again, smiling softly. "What's his name?" she asked.
(sorry! i went to take a shower then had a snack x.x)
"It's the truth, not an excuse," she shot back. Crossing her arms over her chest, Rosette made a face at just how loose the shirt was on her. God it made her feel so small, but her brother was a big guy so it was no surprise there. Picking at her shirt, she shook her head again at this next comment. "You really have no shame, do you?" Rosette was surprised he would say something like that in front of his little brother, but then again the child was young and well Colt never seemed to have any shame. "I'm sure you take your time. It probably takes a lot of time for you to get ready." Yes, she shouldn't said that because she was basically feeding the fire but she couldn't help it. It sort of just stumbled out before she could stop herself."Bradley? He's adorable." Rosette smiled at the little boy, watching him for a little while before looking over at Colt. She heard the fondness in his voice, something that made her smile grow. So she was wrong. There was some good in Colt, as much as she would never admit it out loud. This was strange, but at the same time it was good to know. Though when Colt began to climb the tree, Rosette tensed a little, suddenly feeling scared for him. Oh god, was she worried about him now? What was wrong with her. She shouldn't care. Actually, she should be hoping he ends up falling, yet she stood there and watching with concern in those baby blues of hers. However, she would glance over at Bradley, making sure he wouldn't get hurt either by running around.
It happened without warning. Just as Rosette was going to shout at Colt, she heard a snap and instantly her eyes widened in fear. First thing she would have done was ask Colt if he was all right, but her eyes followed the broken branch and instantly she jumped into action, not even listening to Colt at this point. She pushed herself off the base of the tree and ran over to where Bradley sat, grabbing him and pulling him to the side just as the branch hit the ground. Her heart was thudding quickly in her chest as she held Bradley close to her. That had been a very close call. Too close.Holding Bradley in her arms, Rosette looked up at Colt, her brows knit together in worry. "Are you okay? Can you get down?" she asked, calling up to him. "Actually, just get your butt down here." It was obvious that she wasn't happy about what just happened, but not because her life had been in danger. If she hadn't pulled Bradley to the side when she had, well she didn't want to imagine what could have happened. "Forget the fresh apples on top. Just grab some apples from down here."
Rosette stood back once Bradley went into Colt's arms, swallowing hard as she watched the exchange between the two. Nope, she was going to cry, but she felt scared and worried. What was she even thinking, hoping he would fall. She hadn't meant it! Shaking her head, Rosette frowned when Colt stood and tried to act like nothing was wrong, but she could tell he was in pain. "For the love of- stop acting like Mister Macho and sit down would you? You fell onto a branch, that couldn't have been pleasant at all. At least I can't imagine it being pleasant," she snapped, though she hadn't mean to sound so angry. She was just so worried about Colt - how funny right? - that she just wanted him to be okay. And yes, she could tell that he wasn't okay. No one would be okay after something like that.Her voice wavered as she continued, almost as if she was struggling to not be so emotional after a scare like that. "Just sit. I'll do whatever to make the apple juice. The last thing any of us needs if for you to get more hurt." Rosette walked over to the branch and fetched an apple from it easily enough before walking back over to Colt and Bradley. "Now how do you even make apple juice?" she asked, obviously not going to let Colt do any of the work. He had just been hurt, she wouldn't allow it. She had been very clear how she had felt about it, and it was obvious she wasn't going to budge.
When he clutched at his side, Rosette almost took a step forward to make him sit down for a little while. However, she took a step back instead and sent a glare at him. "Then just shut up and let me do it instead! No need to kill yourself for stupid people," she grumbled. "They might not care if you break a few ribs, but while I'm here, no one is going to get any broken bones. Since I'm here to help, I'll just do my best while you rest for a little bit." Then she gave him a look that said there was nothing he could possibly say to make her take back her words. While she might not look like a hard worker, Rosette knew all about getting her hands dirty. Her father had started his own business from the bottom up, and she had watched and helped him along the way. Maybe it wasn't as dangerous as a farmer's work, but Rosette wasn't one to back down from hard work. "Three apples? You couldn't have told me that first?" Rosette turned back around and grabbed another two apples that hung low enough that she could grab them easily. Then she walked over to the tin barrel, took out what looked like was the apple crusher. "What do I do? Just hold it over the cup while I...crush it?" she asked, unsure how to work this thing, but didn't mean she was going to just give up already. Like Colt had instructed, Rosette put an apple into the hole, yelping in surprise since she dropped the other two apples as it was hard to hold them and the apple crusher. "How does this even work? Why can't you just go to the store and by apple juice?" She sighed, wishing he hadn't been stupid enough to get hurt.
(*dies*)Rosette was quickly growing frustrated with the damn apple crusher thing, but froze when she suddenly felt him behind her. If her clothes weren't already making her feel small, feeling his large firm chest up against her back and his big arms around made her feel so tiny all of a sudden. Compared to Colt, Rose was small, but she didn't realize just how small until then. Instantly her cheeks turned a shade of bright red, which was obvious as her skin tone was so pale. She felt warm all of a sudden, and tingly inside. Her heart fluttered, or was that her stomach? It felt as if there was something in her stomach as well, like there were butterflies there. What am I even thinking? Snap out of it Rose! Swallowing hard, she slowly nodded her head.
"Well you never told me how to hold it," she snapped, though her voice was small. Relaxing a tad, she followed his instructions, not that she had a choice since he was pretty much guiding her through the steps with a very hands on approach, which she sort of didn't mind. Okay a part of him wanted him to stop, another part never wanted him to let go. No, no, she wanted him to let go, to back off and just get away from her, but there was this smell coming from him that made it hard for him to think straight. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact she sort of liked it. It was warm and strong, sort of comforting in fact. It made her think of summer. He smelled like summer, as strange as that sounded. It almost made her want to curl up into his chest and . . . . Rosette stopped her thoughts right there, deciding it was best not to continue down that train of thought. "Okay, I think I got it," she mumbled, watching as the juice from the apple drip into the cup, though it only filled it about half of it.
(omg no it had to happen xD like it just had to and i loved it)Once Colt let go of her and went back to sitting against the tree, Rosette suddenly felt . . . disconnected. She had felt so safe and warm in his arms, pressed against his chest that now she sort of felt as if a part of her was missing. No, what was she even thinking? That was insanity talking. God, she really needed to get her head back on straight. Clearing her throat, she glanced over at Colt then at Bradley before looking back to the apple crusher. Rosette picked up another apple, placed it in the hole and repeated the process until the cup was full. Setting the apple crusher down, Rosette picked up the cup of apple juice, smiling a little since she felt proud she was able to do something even if it might seem as if it wasn't really that big of a deal. Though the apple crusher was no easy thing to use since Rose wasn't really built to handle something like that, but she was proud to say she managed it.
Walking over to Bradley, she handed the boy the first cup, ruffling his hair a little in an affectionate manner before walking back to Colt. Hand on her hip, she looked down at him, a sparkle in those baby blues of hers. "Did you want some apple juice as well? Or just a kiss for your boo-boo?" she teased. Though Rosette crouched down beside him, on the side that looked like where he was hurt. Dropping her teasing tone, Rose placed a hand on his side, being careful not to press on it too hard. "Does it hurt too much? Perhaps I should take you in to town to the doctor? Or bring him here? Something could be broken."
(omg no need to explain xD skins comes above all else<3)"Don't be such a baby! I barely touched it," she snapped when he shouted at her. She rolled her eyes at him. Sitting on the ground beside him, now irritated with him. Yeah all those feelings from before? Gone. Well, so she told herself. "Are you sure? I mean if you're going to act like a baby when I was barely touching it, I don't think it's just bruising. There had to have been a break? Maybe a fracture . . . " Rose made a face at his last comment. "What you mean there's nothing that can be done? You go to the doctor and they fix it. I will drag you there myself if I have to! Don't think I won't. How are you supposed to work if you won't even at least have someone look at it?" She was worried, but it just came off as her being demanding. "How can you even work if you're hurt?"
It suddenly dawned on Rosette just how different their lives were. Sure she has gone through her own hardships, but just looking at the harm that happened within just a few minutes of working . . . it was very different from her life. Plus, he was probably out here by himself, aside from his brother, who looked as if he has come out there before with Colt. The perils that came with Colt's life, the perils of his job, it made her cringe internally, yet she sat beside him, looking at him with a fierce determination in her eyes. "You can't just relax and hope it gets better. And you can't work because it'll make it worse. Why won't you just go to the doctor in the town? He's a nice guy, and he doesn't charge people for just a check up. At least he'll be able to say if it's serious or not." Why wouldn't he just do one thing to let her mind rest a little easy? Men. So stubborn. Though, she was one to talk.
"I wasn't poking at it! I barely put my hand on it before you started crying!" Rosette snapped, standing up as well. "Oh you're such a baby! And annoying!" She let out a shout of frustration before throwing her hands in the air. "Fine! Don't go to the doctor. See if I care when you end up worse off than you already are." She turned her back to him. Yep. Those feelings from before, they were definitely gone. He was nothing more than a thick-headed moron. Why did she even bother thinking differently? He was insane and just so damn frustrating! Shaking her head, she muttered, "Just... Whatever. Fine. Get worse. I don't care." She didn't even turn to look at him, not wanting to see the pain on his face while he tried to work. Honestly Rosette wanted to continue arguing with him, to show him he needed medical attention, but at the same time she wanted to get this over with quickly so she could have him go home to rest. "Okay, so what? We're just picking apples and putting them in the tin barrel until it's filled?" She still wouldn't look at him. "Are you supposed to carrying to back to someone?" The thought of him carrying anything right now made her cringe. It wasn't as if she was going to be able to carry so it would fall on his shoulders. God, why did she care so much? She shouldn't care about him. He was an ass. It was obvious by now. He was stupid and an ass. So why even bother? Rosette honestly didn't want to think about it.
(you're killing me ;-; can they kiss now? jk jk x.x sort of kidding)"Oh so now I'm too strong for you? I put no pressure on it. An I'm not whining! You're being a baby by crying about it. 'Ow it hurts! It hurts!'" She mimicked it, tempted to stick her tongue out at him too but restrained from doing so. "You're just such a child." There was nothing endearing about Colt. Nothing at all. Nope. His smile was ugly, he was obnoxious, thick-headed, arrogant, a complete child . . . Beautiful asshole. What was she even thinking? Why was she letting him get to her so much. No, she didn't care. She didn't care at all. She didn't want to care. She shouldn't care. Why the hell did she care? This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. This shouldn't have happened. Maybe Rosette should go home now? No, she couldn't because that would be like giving up to him and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
"I don't care. I just whatever." Slowly turning her eyes back to him, Rosette stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and simply listened to him talk. When he beckoned her over, she unwillingly walked over and took a sniff of the apple. It smelled wonderful. Sort of like him. She almost wanted to sink her teeth into the apple . . . Sort of like she wanted to do the same to him. That just sounded wrong. What is wrong with me? Seriously, did I just think that? Dear God. What is happening to me. Taking a step back, Rose nodded her head. "Okay got it. Grab the ripe ones, put them in the barrel, then you go and give it to the head hancho." Turning her back to him again, Rose walked over to the tree, going after the low hanging branches first. "And repeat. Don't worry, I didn't expect any glamour." And with that, she set to work, wanting the conversation to end there. However, as much as she didn't want to look over at him to make sure he was doing okay, Rosette would glance over but then quickly look away. No, he deserved to be in pain. Yeah. Just keep telling yourself that.
(lol don't worry, reply when you can. goodnight! :3)
(gah! i just noticed your post in here Dx)
Rosette continued to work, trying to keep all her thoughts to herself for a change, which was really hard since she preffered to blurt out her opinions. But i t was better to just work and act like nothing happened, though she found herself looking over at him anyways to make sure he wouldn't die or something. Oh god what was wrong with her? This was getting ridiculous. He called her a prude, she shouldn't give a damn about him. He was such a prick. And he was so damn stubborn. Rose could tell he was hurt, and he was only making it worse by working, though he was being slow so that was good. Well she hoped him working slowly would help not make it worse, but she figured that perhaps this wasn't the first time he got hurt on the job. No, probably not. If this happened today, who was to say it didn't happen on other days when he worked out there. The image made her heart sink. While he was an ass, he didn't deserve to be hurt like this all the time. Shaking her head, Rosette refused to let him clog up her mind. She was there to work and see what his life was like, nothing more, so she was going to keep it that way. Gathering apples, as Rosette quickly found out, was no easy task. Not every single apple within reach was ripe, and there were times when she would have to climb out a branch or two in order to find the good ones, though this obviously unsettled her after what just happened with Colt. A few times she was tempted to eat a few of the apples she picked, the aroma they gave off was just a little too tempting, but she figured that wasn't a very good idea. So she would pick them and put them in the tin barrel, making sure they wouldn't get bruised when she tossed them gently into the barrel. By the time they were onto the second tree, Rose was covered in sweat but she found herself enjoying this a little too much now. It was insane that working in an apple orchard could be fun, yet there she was with a small smile on her face as she picked apple after apple, managing to fall into a rhythm as she worked.
Though her rhythm was abruptly interrupted when she heard a woman approach them all of sudden. It was rude to stare, Rosette knew that much, and having been raised to be a proper young woman, she had the decency to look away as the woman berated Colt. Though as Rose tried to busy herself with picking apples, she couldn't help but overhear some of what was being said, which was how, when Colt said her name, she instantly looked over and gave a weak smile. And a weak wave. This was just a little awkward because now she was curious by what the woman, who she guessed was Colt's mother, meant by him causing accidents. There was a snarky comment on the tip of her tongue, but Rosette managed to keep herself from saying it.
Rosette was sad to see the little fella go, waving goodbye to him as he was carried away, but she stood there and looked at Colt, not because she thought he was good looking, but because now she was curious. And worried. She seemed to be worried about him a lot lately, but going back to the point. What did the woman mean by saying what she said? It wouldn't be polite to ask, so Rose turned to get back to work as well. "Oh, your mother? She certainly seems . . . interesting," she mumbled, shrugging. To Rosette the woman seemed anything but lovely. Seriously, what was her problem? Rosette disliked Colt, but for a mother to speak to her son like that, well it just didn't sit right with the petite blonde. Yet instead of going into that, Rose asked, "So, the tavern? You go there often?" Yeah, good way to change topics.
(just me or anyone else see them ending up like this?
(view spoiler))
(omg basically this is them in the future: (view spoiler) omg xD like a mix of both. obviously they'd be going cray cray xD it'll be "heat of the moment" ;))
Rosette listened to Colt try to explain his mother to her, but she just shrugged as she continued to work, falling back into her rhythm. It wasn't as if she expected him to suddenly tell her all the lovely things about his mother to her, or all the bad things either, since it wasn't any of her business anyways. Yes this was about learning what it was like in Colt's life, but there were some things she really didn't have to know. Just like when he would spend the day with her, there were things he would never find out about. Yep, that was how it was supposed to be. Nothing more than that.
"I'm sure she is," she mumbled. "I don't blame her. It's hard for anyone to be lovely around you." Cheap shot, especially since he was already down, but Rosette couldn't help it. She said it, end of story. Though she felt a little guilty, but not guilty enough to apologize for having said it. "I mean I'm a very lovely person, yet when I'm around you-" Rosette glanced over just in time to see him grabbing an apple too quickly. The look on his face, no the look in his eyes, it scared Rose a little as she stood there with a hand hovering over a shinny red apple, begging to be plucked. "Are you..." She trailed off, knowing better than to ask if he was okay. He would lie and probably tell her he was just fine, that it was nothing. Oh how she hated him.
Sighing, she looked away again. "Never mind. Whatever. I wasn't saying you did spend all your time there. I wasn't sure what I was trying to say. But no it's not a crime. Even my father needs a drink after work." What was she even saying? Rosette sighed, groaning internally since she was starting to get sore, but she continued to work. The last thing she needed was to let him look as if he won by tiring her out. "I've never gone to a Tavern," she admitted. Now why would she admit something like that to him of all people, not that it should come as a surprise. Rosette never drank ale in her life either, but she would keep that to herself. Although, thinking it over, Rose wouldn't be surprised if he figured that by himself.
(xD yes omg they'll be arguing and then angry kissingthey'll probably even be saying snarky comments to each other as they rip each other's clothes off bahahahaa)
Words hurt. While Rosette acted cold, pretending to have a heart made of ice, words still managed to hurt her. She acted as if nothing was wrong as Colt was basically being nothing more than an ass towards her, though she was basically being a bitch towards him. One cheap shot and this was what she got. Keeping her back to him, Rosette picked apple after apple, not saying anything. What could she say? At least what could she say without yelling at him or slapping him? Actually, she was tempted to throw an apple right at him, yet she turned and simply tossed it into the tin barrel that was close to being full.
Her throat was tight. It felt dry all of a sudden. Naturally she jumped when he cursed, but she refused to look at him. His words stabbed her, but she acted like nothing was wrong. The main reason she kept her back to him? So the asshole wouldn't see the tears brimming in her eyes. 'God why the hell am I even here?' Finally, after his comment about her father, she turned out and chucked an apple right at him. "No, this isn't my true nature. This is me not being able to deal with you! God you're so damn frustrating! I don't understand who any girl can stand someone like you. You're just a child with a foul mouth!" She then let out a scream of frustration.
The heat plus working plus all the sweating was finally getting to her. Colt's jackassery wasn't making it any better. "And for your information, my father isn't around me all day!" She plucked another apple and threw it at him again, not caring that he was already in pain. "You're such an ass." One more apple. Then Rosette was too tired to throw another apple, much less waste it on him. Taking a seat on the ground, a lot like she did yesterday, Rosette covered her face and just sat there. After about a minute, she finally lowered her hands onto her lap, staring at how her manicured hands looked dirty from working for so long. Such a big contrast. "Yes I'm serious. And no, I don't want to go to a tavern. At least not with you."
(i'm writing as fast as i can :P rosette's being a baby right now)
(omg my brain xD i wrote evelina instead of rosette ahahahaa woooooow xD anyways yes i'm writing! and i can tell xD)
(XD well you know the saying, GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE bahahaha)"Stop calling me love! That's a nickname people give someone they like. And I know neither of like each other, so I'll call you Colt, and you will call me Rosette. No love." Well that's how Rose felt. God she hated him calling her love, it made her feel weird. She didn't like this weird. It was the same sort of weird she felt when he was helping her earlier, when he was so close she could do nothing but just try not to melt on the spot. No wait, this was the same guy who was absolutely annoying and an asshole. There was nothing good about him. Nothing at all. Just no. Maybe she shouldn't have dealt such a low blow to him, but really he should know better than to take her seriously. She never meant what she threw his way, or at least half the things was just Rosette being Rosette. Though this usually happened when she felt as if people were getting too close, so she built the wall a little higher.
Staying seated on the ground, Rosette barely felt the energy to get up again to pick more apples. The day was finally wearing her out, but the barrel was practically full now. Just how much more would they have to pick anyways? Not wanting to look weak in front of Colt, or give him any reason to call her a child again, Rosette got up abruptly and once again turned her back to him. She wanted to throw more apples at him, but decided that wouldn't be a good thing to do anymore since well she knew apples meant money to him. "You don't know a damn thing about me. Just because I'm angry right now doesn't mean this is what I'm like," she said defensively.
There was a lump in her throat but she managed to talk around it as she searched for another ripe apple. "You are to blame for this. You're stubborn, an ass, arrogant - I mean it's obvious you're in pain but you just won't do anything about it!" Okay so she cared, sue her, but she just didn't want to see him get worse. This was absolutely frustrating. He was frustrating. Maybe she should just slap him again. Not that it did a lot good yesterday, aside from letting her release some stress. "And if you had any sense in you, you wouldn't be going to a tavern after working. You would go home and just rest. But no, you want to go to the tavern and what? Flirt with more girls? Yeah thanks, but I would rather drown than see something like that happen. Plus, you're the last person I would ever want to go to a tavern with." Rosette reached up to grab an apple, but her fingers brushed against the rough wood of the branch. She felt a sudden sting in her index finger, making her withdraw her hand to see what was wrong only to find out that she has a splinter. Just great.
(:P)"No I'm not going to let it go!" Rosette snapped, spinning around to look at Colt. Why was he so damn irritating? Why could he just see things her way for a one freaking second? "You're hurt, and you're just making it worse! I've met some stupid people in my life, but you really outshine them all. I don't understand why you won't just let the doctor check to see if it's something major or not. I told you the local doctor won't charge for a simple checkup, but you won't even do that. I get it, you don't have the money to get healed, but the least you could do is at least get a damn check up! At least for m-" Rosette suddenly stopped, her hand flying up to her mouth as she turned around and shook her head. For second she was about to say 'For my sake', but she knew better than to say something like that. Why would he even care if something as simple as a check-up would give her slight peace of mind.
"Never mind just forget it. Do whatever the hell you want." Then she kept telling herself that she just shouldn't care. No she doesn't care. He could die right now and Rose wouldn't care. Nope. Just no. Uh-uh. Then why couldn't she stop thinking about it? Why wouldn't she at least just let it drop? Rosette sighed, shaking her head. She was looking too much into it. She just needed to relax and stop letting everything he said and did get to her. Though it was a little hard for her to do that when he brought up the tavern again. However, instead of fighting him again on the topic, she just gave in even though it left a bad taste in her mouth. "Fine, but don't expect me to sit quietly as you try to flirt with a girl to get her to your bed."
Rosette has had splinters before. Her father owned a clock shop, where he would fix and make the clocks himself. Most of them made from wood. So she really was no stranger to splinters, yet it still hurt. "You don't need to do anything," she began when he walked over to see what was wrong. Nonetheless, when he took her hand, Rosette wanted to pull her hand back to her and just wait until she got home to deal with it, but that plan went right out the window when she felt his rough hand take a hold of hers.
"Ow...you really don't have to..." Her words died on her tongue as he began working on getting it out. Naturally Rose whimpered and winced since it hurt but she kept her eyes on the ground, her heart beating loudly in her chest - though she hasn't a clue. Finally when Colt got it out, Rosette raised her eyes to his, not saying a thing for a moment as his calloused hands held hers for perhaps a little too long. She hardly was able to say anything when he let go of her hand and turned to the barrel. Clearing her throat herself, Rose nodded her head and looked to the apple tree. "Right, um five more."
