*EDITED*

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The next day came all too quickly, but luckily, it was a Saturday.

The light- yellow sun shines through Rose's curtains, stretching across her room and reaching her eyelids. She rubs her closed eyes, yawning.

With her ruffled bed covers and sprawled limbs, she slowly woke up.

A smile takes over her lips after seeing the sunlight. It covered everything like a blanket, while adding a little glow to it.

Another day, she thought. Her eyes met her dresser, where the diary currently reside. Her smile widens, as she decides to forget about Iran for a day.

Or two.

Rose hops out of bed and slips her feet into her slippers. She makes her way towards the bathroom. Entering, she passes the mirror hanging on the wall and almost chokes on her saliva. Taking a few steps back, she stops until her reflection was staring back at her.

She looked terrible, her eyes looked as if she had been crying for hours, to which she had, and her hair laid in heeps on her head.

Rose pats it down, trying to make it lay, she parts it with her fingers and brings it to her shoulders, holding it. As soon as she releases it from her grip, it shrivels back up. Out of frustration, she gives up and decides to just wash her hair.

Rose undresses and turns the hot shower on.

While she stood under the shower head, she wondered what her plans were for the day, she didn't want to lay around and continue crying over Blake.

He's in the past, where he belongs, and where he will stay, she tries to finalize.

Rose's heart skips a beat as her mind wanders back to the previous day, and the last message sent by Blake.

His threat.

She shivers, wrapping herself in a towel, as the cold bathroom floor greets her bare feet.

A sudden thought infiltrates her current ones.

She had an idea!

She was going to find someone new, someone that'll take her mind off Blake at least. Someone sweet, kind, and caring.

Yes!

Rose throws on a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve turtleneck. She ties her hair up in a messy bun and heads downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey Dad, can I- I um, maybe borrow your car?"

"Why? So you can go to an illegal party, again?"

Rose glares at her Father, he knew that was a touchy subject for her.

The tragedy that will never escape her mind, the ' Texas Tragedy,' as she likes to call it-- no other name would fit, and it wasn't worthy-- made her frown, the memories were not pleasant and the idea of that night was awful.

"But Dad-"

"No!" Mr. Wood waves a finger at Rose, placing it close to her nose. She swats at her Father's finger, causing him to let out a chuckle, "ok, fine. But, you have to have a very good reason why."

Rose sighs, what would parents consider as a, ' good reason?

She knew saying; 'trying to find a guy,' wouldn't make the cut, so she opts for a little lie. Telling her father that she wanted the car to find a job, would give him no choice but to say yes!

"I want to find a job, since I'm staying here for some time, I might as well find something to keep me busy, you know?" Rose says politely, looking up at her Father with fluttering eyelashes.

"I know you're lying Rose, but you can use my car. My only request is that you return with some job confirmation. Okay?"

Oh, shit! What did I get myself into? Rose whines, silently in her mind, but her face showed her discomfort.

Talking notice of this, Rose quickly smiles.

"Ahh! Yes, ok. Bye now!" She grabs the car keys off the kitchen counter and runs out the door before Mr. Wood could change his mind.

How was I going to pull this one off? She wonders, allowing the frown to return.

"Oof!" Rose falls back on her bottom, her back crashing into the door -she had just exited. She looks up to see Iran.

Great.

"Seriously?! Are you stalking me?" Rose lifts herself up, dusting her jeans off.

"Ahh, I was wondering if I left something here-" Rose cups her cheeks, she felt a blush creeping onto her face -"but I guess not."

She knew exactly what he was talking about, his diary!

"Rose?" Iran's shaky voice questions, his whole body slightly shaking also. He was a mess. Dressed in a long black polo shirt and black jeans, it seemed as if he had forgotten to do his hair.

"Huh?" Her eyes dart up and down, realising how close Iran stood. At his proximity, she saw his eyes were no longer dark blue, they were almost... grey.

"Why are you fucking holding your face like that? Do you know something?"

"What-? No. Iran-" Rose slides out of the gap between the door and him, - " I don't even know what you are talking about."

Iran's body turns fully towards Rose, following her steps as she walks to her Father's car, her hands still covering her cheeks.

What is wrong with this girl? Iran questions, I knew she was fucking crazy!

He shakes his head and heads back to his house.

Rose yanks open the door to the car and slides in, her heart beating quickly in her chest.

"Dumb Rose! Dumb!"

She murmurs to herself, what was she thinking out there? Making it so obvious!

Rose pushes the key in and puts the car in drive. The engine roars to life and she drives off, leaving behind an unraveling disaster.

Iran's P.O.V~

Where the fuck is that piece of shit? It never gets lost, it's either by my side or locked up somewhere.

Throughout the years, I've gotten so attached to it, writing every possible feeling of mine inside. Now the motherfucker was fucking missing!

I kick over a pile of artwork, but nothing lays under. I curl my hands into tight balls of fists, becoming livid. I've checked everywhere, my room, my backpack, my neighbors yard, and my car. Where is I-wait!

I did bring it to school on Friday, yes! I dropped it off in my locker before first period. That means the fucker is in there!

I speed out of my room and down the stairs, out the front door.

"Hey! Iran! Wait!"

I ignore the person's protest behind me and enter my car, taking off.

End of Iran's P.O.V~

Iran pulls up to the school parking lot and exits his car. He heads towards the school's front doors.

The keys!

"Oh, shit!"

He had forgotten the keys to the school at his house, it was the weekend and the school was usually in locked down, unless-

The back door to the building opens and a janitor appears with a white garbage bag dangling by his side.

"Hey! Hey, give me the keys!" Iran yells, desperation clear in his voice. He runs towards the Janitor, hand in the air.

"Here! You Col boys," the Janitor snickers, whispering the last part to himself. He throws Iran the keys and lifts the garbage bag, dumping it in the large garbage can.

Once inside, Iran turns the lock, opening his locker. His breath hitches as the mess left behind by the thief was displayed.

Someone was in my fucking locker! He roars in his head, unable to locate his journal (diary).

Iran looks around in his locker, trying to find something left behind as proof. He brings his eyes up to the cameras pointed directly at him, he had placed it there specifically for situations like this.

Great!

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