What You Think of Yourself
Rosie was in the kitchen eating cereal the next morning, like she would every day. She held the book she was reading in her left hand while she used her right hand to pop spoons filled with cereal into her mouth.
The front door of the apartment opening sounded and Rosie knew it was Anthony. He was around a lot, since he was best friends with Tamara. Rosie expected him to show up whenever he wanted, like he always did. She didn't think much of it. She usually did her own thing, staying in her room, not talking to Anthony much.
Anthony walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw Rosie. "Morning, early bird."
Rosie looked over her shoulder to see Anthony walking further into the kitchen. He usually greeted her but there was never much more than that. She offered a smile before turning back to her book.
"Is Tam awake yet?"
Rosie shook her head in response, her eyes staying glued on her book.
Anthony sighed, not being surprised that his best friend was still sleeping. He hopped up onto the counter that was across from Rosie, sitting so he was facing her.
Rosie peaked her eyes above the book to look at him, just to see he was already peering at her. She quirked an eyebrow.
Anthony grinned. "I think the last time I read a book was in the fifth grade."
Rosie smiled a little, placing the book down. "You can eat the pancakes."
Anthony's face flashed with confusion. "What?"
She nodded her head towards the plate stacked with pancakes on the counter. "Breakfast for Tamara who probably won't wake up anytime soon."
Anthony beamed a bright smile, easily tempted. He reached over to grab the plate without getting off the counter. He helped himself to open the drawer he knew the utensils were in, plucking out a fork to start eating the pancakes that weren't made for him.
Rosie was slightly surprised, although she had made the offer. She went back to scanning her book, trying to find the sentence she left off on. The two of them sat in silence and ate their own breakfasts; Rosie stayed busy reading her book while Anthony found himself intrigued as he watched her read. Only a few minutes later, Rosie could feel his strong and piercing gaze burning into her skin. She looked up once again, confused when he was still peering at her.
She gave him a questioning look, growing slightly self-cautious.
Anthony's face grew red when he got caught staring at her. He cleared his throat. "Pancakes are real good. Why eat cereal yourself when you're making pancakes for Tam anyways?"
Rosie shrugged, again placing her book down. "I like cereal better."
"Than pancakes?" Anthony laughed, his eyes flashing with disbelief at the idea. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind Froot Loops for a midnight snack but how can one say no to pancakes?"
Rosie looked down at her bowl of soggy cereal. She wanted to give him the simple truthful answer: 'I don't like big meals in the morning, they make me nauseous'. But she convinced herself that sounded weird and more information than Anthony needed to know.
Instead, she shrugged yet again. Her best response.
Anthony placed his empty plate down beside him, tilting his head as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm asking too much, feel free to shoot me a look that will tell me to shut up."
Rosie glanced at him, raising her eyebrows. She didn't know why he would want to continue talking to her, or what he could possibly want to know.
Anthony licked his lips, hesitating as he decided how to word his thoughts. "You don't like it when Tam gets all defensive about you, do you?"
Rosie paused, taken aback by the question. He was spot on and she was surprised he picked up on that. She shook her head softly. "No, I don't like it."
"Can I ask why?"
Rosie clenched her jaw, looking down at the remaining milk left in her bowl.
"I'm used to people thinking certain things about me, seeing me as a freak or just as someone who is odd. I've heard all that people could possibly have to say about me. I know I'm weird myself, and I don't know how to change who I am. I can't picture myself as anyone else anyways. I don't want Tamara fighting my fights for me. It's been long enough for me to expect people to see me as a weirdo, as a freak, as someone odd and complicated. Long enough for me to expect it and not care because it's just who I am. Tamara makes me feel like I'm broken, when I'm not. I'm just the way I am. I don't want to feel like a charity case. When she gets mad at people or starts to defend me or explain my ways, I feel even more messed up, I feel like I'm an embarrassment or a disappointment even more than I normally feel that way anyways. If someone needs to explain the way you are as an excuse so people don't automatically think you're a nut-job, it makes you feel like you're messed up and need fixing. I want to believe that it is okay for me to be the way I am, even if it's not ideal. I want to believe I'm okay and don't need fixing, but sometimes people make me feel like being flawed means I can't be enough and I want to be enough for who I am."
That was the dialogue that ran through Rosie's head. It wasn't the first time she knew exactly how to explain herself. That was how she wanted to answer Anthony because it was how she felt, it was the truth.
"I don't care what people think about me. I don't need defending." She spoke quietly, her tone void of any emotion. She stood and brought her bowl over to the sink to rinse it out, ignoring that Anthony was on the counter right beside her.
She placed both her and Anthony's dishes in the dishwasher before walking back to grab her book.
She was walking out of the kitchen when Anthony spoke again. "What you think of yourself is much more important than what other people think of you."
Rosie's stopped walking, her back facing him. I might not care what other people think of me, she thought, but that doesn't mean I think any better of myself.
"It's good," he said, his tone warm. "That you don't care. Some of us only ever wish to not care so much what other people think."
Rosie paused in her tracks for a moment longer before she finally walked out of the kitchen and back into her bedroom.
*
Rosie was occupied in her room with her sketchbook out, laying on her stomach on her bed as she sketched away.
"Rosie!" Tamara yelled from the kitchen, her voice evidently frustrated.
Rosie grumbled, not moving from her spot as she turned up the volume of her music and let her headphones deafen her with the blasting music.
"You asshole," Tamara crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Anthony was nonchalantly flipping through the tv channels. "Those were my pancakes!"
Anthony scoffed, amused by his best friend and not afraid to show it. "I've been here for three hours and you just woke up. Not my fault I got to them first."
"Rosie!" Tamara whined like a little child, practically stomping her feet. She was extra cranky when she woke up, even if it was after noon.
Rosie didn't have any intention of moving. Her earbuds were in, loud enough to block out most of Tamara's wailing whines. Rosie was lost in another world as she blankly sketched away in her book.
The least Rosie would ask for was a knock on her door, mainly so unwanted guests wouldn't barge in or so that her drawing wouldn't get ruined if she got startled.
Of course Tamara failed to respect that wish.
Rosie's room door went flying open, Tamara looking disheveled as she entered. "You gave him my pancakes."
Rosie didn't look up from her sketchbook.
"Rosie!" Tamara cried out, like the little child she continued to act like.
"Leave the poor girl alone, Tam." Anthony appeared, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at Tamara in amusement, growing more amused when he saw how unconcerned Rosie seemed.
Hearing the other voice, Rosie grew cautious and looked up at Anthony. She sat up straight, crossing her legs criss-cross and shutting her sketchbook. Rosie looked between Anthony and Tamara, suddenly annoyed that both of them were here and in her personal space. She didn't ask for the company.
Anthony's eyebrows raised as he stood straighter and looked around Rosie's room, intrigued and in awe at the artwork taped up on her walls. "Wow," he exhaled. "This is amazing. Did you make all these yourself?"
Sure, he had been in their apartment many, many times, but Rosie's room was always off limits. Even to Tamara, most of the time. Rosie bounced out of her bed, shifting around her room as if her small body could shield away the whole room from all peering gazes.
Tamara stuck out her bottom lip. "Can we make mac and cheese or something? I don't feel like ordering take-out."
Rosie exhaled sharply as she started to leave her room, knowing the two would leave if she did. It was the only way to get them out of her room, more importantly Anthony. "Fine."
Tamara bounced happily, following Rosie out of the room. It was just what Rosie expected.
Anthony lingered for a moment longer, looking around the room one last time before also turning and following the girls. "You're really talented, Rosie."
Rosie ignored his comment as she pulled out the needed ingredients in the kitchen, making a lunch that she had no interest in eating herself. Rosie did most of the cooking, mostly because she liked cooking and knew that Tamara was the worst cook in the world. The girl could burn water while boiling it - that's how terrible of a cook Tamara was. Rosie sighed as she leaned against the counter and watched the water boil. She had no interest in listening to Anthony and Tamara's child-like taunting and bickering with each other. She wanted her peace and loneliness in the depths of her room that she loved to stay hauled up in. She wanted to get lost into the fantasy worlds she would fall into when she was reading a book. She wanted to create the worlds to get lost into that she would when she started sketching.
"I wouldn't needed the mac and cheese if someone hadn't eaten my pancakes."
Anthony leaned back on the couch and propped his feet up onto the coffee table. "They were kindly offered to me, seeing as you weren't going to consume them any time soon."
"I always sleep in this late and the pancakes always wait for me to wake up!" Tamara retorted back, scowling at Anthony.
Anthony just assumed Tamara was in a mood because she always wakes up cranky, and this time didn't have food waiting for her. Rosie, on the other hand, knew it was actually because Tamara was pms-ing.
Rosie shut her eyes, rubbing her temples as she tried to drown out both their voices. She made the mac and cheese as quickly as she could, wanting to get back to her room and away from all the ruckus.
"Such a good roommate slash cousin you have. Making you food at your beck and call."
"Only because in return, I do other chores," Tamara mumbled, scrolling carelessly through her phone.
"Whatever," Anthony grumbled, rolling his eyes at Tamara. He walked over to stand beside Rosie who was nearly done making the mac and cheese. "Need any help?"
Rosie shook her head, not looking away from the pot on the stove.
Anthony leaned back against the counter, looking at Rosie as she worked away. His eyes lit up with intrigue. "You like cooking?"
She shrugged in response.
Anthony inhaled heavily, a carefree grin resting on his face. "Man, that does smell good. You're an artist and a great cook."
Rosie chewed on the inside of her cheek, annoyed that he had seen her artwork. It wasn't something she necessarily hide, she just preferred to keep it to herself. "Not an artist."
Anthony's eyebrows pulled together as he let out a small laugh. Disbelief was written all over his features. "I saw your room, the work was incredible."
Rosie moved away from him as she pulled out a dish to pour the mac and cheese into. "It's a hobby."
Tamara scoffed, not looking up from her phone. She wasn't paying complete attention to their conversation. "No need to be so humble, cousin dearest. You're amazing, just take the compliment."
Rosie dropped the empty pot into the sink, causing Anthony to flinch at the sudden noise and Tamara to look up from her phone. Rosie looked Tamara in the eye, "You can do the dishes."
"You're not going to eat?" Tamara called out after her as Rosie had already started to head back to her room.
Rosie didn't bother with a response, which Tamara expected anyways. A minute later, Rosie had walked back out of her room but this time, she had her shoulder bag that held her belongings. She grabbed her car keys, heading out of the apartment.
"Rosie," Tamara muttered out in confusion, swallowing down the spoonful of food she had already helped herself to. "Where are you going?"
"Library."
And with that, Rosie had already left.
Easy to Tease"Watch it, mute. You are just mute, right. Not blind too?" Blaze Winters shoved Rosie's shoulder with his own, causing her to stumble and nearly drop all of her books. She was walking through the campus to get to one of her lectures when she had crossed paths with another one of the rude people who loved to make fun of her for being the quiet, non-talkative person she is.Rosie bit down on her lip, hard, to stop herself from croaking out any sob-like noise. She was used to be treating this way but it didn't make it easy.Blaze looked at his friend, Andrew, both of them laughing when Rosie hadn't said anything. She tried to move past them and keep walking."Come on," Blaze sighed deeply, dramatizing the sigh. "Give me something, Rosebud. One little comeback or comment. A little spar."Rosie clutched her books to her chest, keeping her gaze on the ground as she stood frozen in spot. She knew walking away would only make them continue to holler at her. If she stood here sil
How They View You"Where are you going?" Rosie walked out of her room to see Tamara sliding on her coat and some boots."To a frat party. Want to come?"Rosie laughed at the question. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall.Tamara made a face at her as she stood up straight after zipping up her boots. "It could be fun, Rosie. Everyone will be too drunk to care whether or not you respond to them."Rosie's face fell, her arms falling to her sides as her posture straightened. Tamara's words felt like a blow to the face."Shit," Tamara's eyes went wide, horror flashing across her face when she realized how harsh her words sounded. "I'm so sorry, Rose. You know I did not mean it like that."Rosie sucked in her lips, feeling her chest grow heavy. She walked past her cousin and headed into the kitchen, her shoulders suddenly feeling heavy. She knew Tamara didn't mean her words with a bad intent but they still struck a nerve. Tamara didn't need to admit it for Rosie t
Cordial CompanyJust as Rosie had expected, the next morning was tedious. Tamara spent all morning sitting with her head ducked in the toilet bowl, vomiting her insides out. Rosie held her hair back and offered her water, just waiting for her to get all of the liquor out of her system. Tamara remained annoyed while being bratty. Her hangover was causing her to be much more of a pain in the neck than Rosie was willing to tolerate."I'm sorry," Tamara grumbled out, lifting her head off the toilet seat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I was a bitch yesterday."Rosie sighed deeply. She didn't want to get into this conversation again. "It's fine, Tamara."Tamara shook her head which only led to her groaning loudly from the throbbing in her skull. "No, it's not fine. I need to be more mindful."Rosie dropped Tamara's hair that she was holding back and moved to the sink to wash her hands. "I'm going to go make you a disgusting smoothie that will make you feel better."Tamara
The Library"Anthony Morelli?" Simon leaned forward across the library clerk desk. Rosie had told him about the art opening that she was going to with Anthony. "You're talking about the Anthony Morelli who's on the baseball team? That guy's a legend."Rosie pursed her lips as she stared down at her shoes. She knew Anthony was a social creature, a very friendly one with many acquaintances. She just didn't know entirely how big his presence was on campus.Rosie's silence was enough of an answer for Simon. He whistled out a breath of air, smirking as he leaned back in his chair behind the clerk table. He was impressed. "Hell of a guy to go on a date with, Rosie. Props."Rosie's head shot up to gape at Simon with wide eyes. "What? It's not a date."Simon scoffed. "What else would you call it?"Rosie shrugged her shoulders, going back to staring at her shoes.The rest of her shift at the library, she was riveted with anxiety. She couldn't stop pacing around, finding anything to keep hersel
Night on the Town"You never take more than a minute to find an outfit. What's so important about this one?" Tamara stood leaning against Rosie's bedroom door frame, peering at her in amusement."Nothing." Rosie tossed her a dull expression.Tamara scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew Rosie was hiding something. "A big date?"Rosie rolled her eyes, turning to go back to digging through her closet. "There's an art opening."Tamara paused in thought. "Wait, you mean the one Aatalo is being featured at?"Rosie didn't look at her cousin as she nodded her head.Tamara narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Rosie's back. "Are you going with Anthony?"Rosie shrugged. "He'll be there, yes. He said he will take me since we're both going to the same place."Tamara's jaw dropped. She took a moment to compose herself before she let out a loud squeal and raced over to Rosie. "Holy shit, my cousin dearest is going on a date with Anthony Morelli! Solid catch, Rose."Rosie pushed Tamara off of h
Spotted in PublicIt had been a few days since the art show. Since then, Rosie hadn't seen Anthony.She was noticing how often he was popping into her mind. She would be occupied doing something and out of nowhere, the thought of him would come into her mind. She tried to ignore it and not read further into it.Rosie fell back into her usual comfortable routine - keeping up with her school work, spending her evenings at work at the library, and spending any other free time busy with her artwork or just reading.In the middle of the week, the library had an electricity problem and all the power had gone out. While the maintenance was being worked on, the library was closed. Since Rosie would usually study at the library, she instead headed to the student centre on campus.She didn't like going to the student centre because it was always packed with many people and she preferred to be somewhere else, where she was more alone and comfortable. Since her next class was starting shortly, th
Distance and ResistanceRosie had only been walking for a few minutes, going back to her apartment. She was a mess, her head all over the place and her body still trembling. She still hadn't fully caught her breath properly.Anthony raced out of the student centre, pushing past people as he glanced around the parking lot to see where she could have gone. He caught sight of her walking away. He was quick to run up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her."Sorry," he pulled his hand away when she turned to face him. He took only a second to catch his breath.Rosie blinked. She just looked at him blankly, waiting for him to speak. She knew she wasn't going to be able to avoid him. She wanted to melt into the pavement from how embarrassed and pathetic she was feeling but she bit her tongue and tried hard to ignore her unease.Anthony sighed, a frown on his face. His eyes were warm and flooded with sadness and concern. "Rosie, are you okay?"Rosie blinked a few times, pushing aw
Lost InspirationAnthony had only recently become relevant in Rosie's life. The more she saw him, the more she enjoyed his company and missed him when she went a while without seeing him.Rosie kept telling herself that sooner or later he would see how difficult she is, how difficult it is to be her friend. It wouldn't be the first time that someone gave up on her because she was "different".She was afraid of getting more attached to him just to have him also eventually give up on her. The only thing she could think to do was distance herself and stop their connection from building further before he ultimately would decide to leave her life himself. Ruin things herself before they had a chance to potentially get ruined some other way. She thought it was the most rational thing to do to save herself from getting hurt and save Anthony from getting disappointed by her.Rosie spent her weekend staying busy in her room with her painting. She only left her room later in the evening to get
Rosie was in the kitchen eating cereal the next morning, like she would every day. She held the book she was reading in her left hand while she used her right hand to pop spoons filled with cereal into her mouth.The front door of the apartment opening sounded and Rosie knew it was Anthony. He was around a lot, since he was best friends with Tamara. Rosie expected him to show up whenever he wanted, like he always did. She didn't think much of it. She usually did her own thing, staying in her room, not talking to Anthony much.Anthony walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw Rosie. "Morning, early bird."Rosie looked over her shoulder to see Anthony walking further into the kitchen. He usually greeted her but there was never much more than that. She offered a smile before turning back to her book."Is Tam awake yet?"Rosie shook her head in response, her eyes staying glued on her book.Anthony sighed, not being surprised that his best friend was still sleeping. He hopped up onto th
Tamara raced into the emergency room that was completely packed. With the weather being this bad and the conditions of the roads, it was no surprise that the hospital was filling with patients by the second.Anthony followed behind Tamara as she ran over to the reception desk.Anthony was at their apartment when the power went out so he had stayed there. All night, Tamara was panicking while Anthony also remained silently concerned. She had been texting and calling Rosie all night but had never gotten a response since Rosie didn't have any cell reception so she didn't receive a single message.A few hours later, Tamara had gotten a phone call from first responders. She was Rosie's emergency contact.Her and Anthony raced to the hospital, taking longer than usual because of the terrible road conditions."Ma'am, I need you to wait in the waiting room. She hasn't woken up yet. They're running some tests so it may take some time."Tamara gaped at the nurse with wide eyes. "What tests? Whe
Tamara raced into the emergency room that was completely packed. With the weather being this bad and the conditions of the roads, it was no surprise that the hospital was filling with patients by the second.Anthony followed behind Tamara as she ran over to the reception desk.Anthony was at their apartment when the power went out so he had stayed there. All night, Tamara was panicking while Anthony also remained silently concerned. She had been texting and calling Rosie all night but had never gotten a response since Rosie didn't have any cell reception so she didn't receive a single message.A few hours later, Tamara had gotten a phone call from first responders. She was Rosie's emergency contact.Her and Anthony raced to the hospital, taking longer than usual because of the terrible road conditions."Ma'am, I need you to wait in the waiting room. She hasn't woken up yet. They're running some tests so it may take some time."Tamara gaped at the nurse with wide eyes. "What tests? Whe
Later in the week, the weather had started to get worse and worse. It was snowing heavily all the time, the wind being so cool it felt like it was pricking at your skin. Rosie had started taking her car to work, it being too difficult to walk in the inches and inches of snow that was piling up.Lately, the library had been more vacant than usual. With the weather this terrible, classes were starting to get cancelled. With it being hard enough to manage the cold and the swirling snow, the library hardly got half a dozen visitors in a day.Rosie slipped off her sweater, grateful for the bubbling heat inside the library building. She leaned back, sitting behind the clerk desk as she read a book to pass time.It was nearing the end of her shift at night when the lights started to flicker. She glanced up, waiting for the flickering to stop.After a few minutes, they did stop.She sighed in relief and turned her gaze back to the book she was reading. But it wasn't before the flickering star
Tamara raced into the emergency room that was completely packed. With the weather being this bad and the conditions of the roads, it was no surprise that the hospital was filling with patients by the second.Anthony followed behind Tamara as she ran over to the reception desk.Anthony was at their apartment when the power went out so he had stayed there. All night, Tamara was panicking while Anthony also remained silently concerned. She had been texting and calling Rosie all night but had never gotten a response since Rosie didn't have any cell reception so she didn't receive a single message.A few hours later, Tamara had gotten a phone call from first responders. She was Rosie's emergency contact.Her and Anthony raced to the hospital, taking longer than usual because of the terrible road conditions."Ma'am, I need you to wait in the waiting room. She hasn't woken up yet. They're running some tests so it may take some time."Tamara gaped at the nurse with wide eyes. "What tests? Whe
Watch it, mute. You are just mute, right. Not blind too?" Blaze Winters shoved Rosie's shoulder with his own, causing her to stumble and nearly drop all of her books. She was walking through the campus to get to one of her lectures when she had crossed paths with another one of the rude people who loved to make fun of her for being the quiet, non-talkative person she is.Rosie bit down on her lip, hard, to stop herself from croaking out any sob-like noise. She was used to be treating this way but it didn't make it easy.Blaze looked at his friend, Andrew, both of them laughing when Rosie hadn't said anything. She tried to move past them and keep walking."Come on," Blaze sighed deeply, dramatizing the sigh. "Give me something, Rosebud. One little comeback or comment. A little spar."Rosie clutched her books to her chest, keeping her gaze on the ground as she stood frozen in spot. She knew walking away would only make them continue to holler at her. If she stood here silently and let t
Rosie was sitting at the kitchen island, eating her cereal with one hand and holding a book to read in her other hand.Tamara leaned against the counter across from Rosie, smiling sneakily at her. Rosie placed the book down to look at her cousin. She quirked an eyebrow in a questioning manner, growing suspicious at the look on Tamara's face."So..." Tamara drawled slowly, a nervous smile tugging on her lips. "You want to come out tonight?"Rosie shook her head firmly, swallowing her cereal before speaking. "No."Tamara sighed, her smile falling. "Please come out with me tonight. It'll just be me, Anthony, and one other friend."Rosie's face remained completely straight and blank. "They are your friends. Why do I have to come?"Tamara shrugged, standing straight. She tugged on her fingers nervously, knowing very well that it would be hard to convince Rosie to tag along. "My friends like you, you know that."Rosie narrowed her eyes, scoffing quietly. "Anthony tolerates me when necessary
ForeverOne Year Later Rosie and Anthony walked down the bustling busy street, hand in hand. The grey clouds filled the sky, the light sound of thundering notifying them that it would rain soon. Anthony smiled down at her. "Maybe I should have stopped at the Louvre or at least the Eiffel Tower last time I was here. Instead, I ran away like a lost puppy." Rosie cocked her head to the side, humming. "a lost puppy would be wandering, not running away. More like a... crab." Anthony laughed. "A crab?" Rosie shrugged, leaning into his side. "A crab would run away if you scared it, right? Or do crabs attack. I don't know." Anthony kissed the top of her head. The two of them stopped when they reached an art gallery. "Here we are." Rosie sighed dreamily as she stared up at the building. "My art is already in there. Tomorrow night, it will be up on the walls for everyone to see." Anthony took both her hands, turning to face her. "Would you ever move back here?" Rosie's eyebrows raised.
Schemed Evening"This is such a ridiculously terrible idea. He's not even going to show up." Rosie paced back and fourth in Aatalo's loft, shaking her head frantically.Aatalo walked to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Rosie, my dear, look at me. Take a deep breath."Rosie listened, staring at him intently as she inhaled deeply.Aatalo nodded slowly. "You have to exhale too."Rosie exhaled. "Right.""Tonight is your first exhibition back home. You're going to win over the cities heart the same way you won over Paris."Rosie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. "I created a whole new set of paintings in a week. They're not even good."Aatalo sighed, smiling faintly. "They are perfect."Rosie heaved out a heavy breath, walking backwards until she plopped down onto the couch. Panic and concern was flashing through her eyes like a lightning storm. "I don't even care about the exhibit itself. Are you sure Anthony will show up? He hates me, why would h