"Are you sure he's gotten it? What if that was the wrong address? What if it went to a creepy old man named Jeon Jungkook and he thinks I love him and he starts stalking me? Oh Amaya what if-"

"Okay Rose shut up" my best friend snapped, obviously annoyed by my paranoia.
"For the umpteenth time, he will get it. I'm a thousand and ten percent sure of the address we sent it to. So there will be no cases of creepy old men. Jeon Jungkook is too sexy a name for creepy old men anyway. It only suits your Kookie"

I heard the smile in her voice, and I giggled a little.

"There's that cute laugh I've been dying to hear. Don't worry Rosie, it'll all work out. You and Kookie are meant for each other"

I took in a breath of relief. "Thank you so much Amaya. You're the best"

"You too fishy. Now go get ready. I'm coming to pick you up, and we're going to get ice cream. Okay?"

I muttered a small "okay" and she made a sound of affirmation before hanging up the call.

After dropping my phone on my night stand, I dropped down on my bed with a soft 'thud'.

As much as I tried not to overthink things, I couldn't help it.

'What if he doesn't read it? He probably has other things to do other than read my stupid book anyway. I'm sure tons of fans have sent him better things. But what if he throws it away and the creepy old man finds it? Then I'm dead! I knew this was a bad idea. Amaya-"

"ROOOSEEEE"

My paranoid thoughts were interrupted by my mother's loud, high pitched voice.

I winced a little, rubbing my ears. Sometimes I wonder if there's a megaphone in her throat.

"Coming mom" I yelled back. Or attempted to anyway.

"Yes mom?" I answered once I got downstairs, panting a little.

I really need to keep fit.

"Your father and I are going out. We need you to watch your brother and his friends" she stated, checking her make up in a small compact mirror, and the snacking her already perfect blood red lips together.

"Going out? But to where? Wait friends? Mom come on, you know how they get when they're around. Amaya and I even had plans" I tried to reason, even though I knew there was no need. Her mind was already made up.

"Don't argue with me young lady. Amaya can come over. She's literally part of the family. She'll understand. And yes, your brother and his friends. All five of them"

My jaw dropped.

Babysitting a 10 year old was bad enough. I had to babysit six 10 year olds.

That's equivalent to a 60 year old.

"B-but mom! Dad tell her" I looked to my father, expecting him to save my situation.

He had a tired look on his face, as he shot me a sympathetic smile that said he had no say in anything.

"I'm sorry darling. Listen to your mother okay?" He then kissed my forehead.

"You guys are so paying me for this" I whined, stomping my feet childishly, and racing up the stairs.

"Love you kids! Ronnie listen to your sister okay? Rose, don't starve him! He's just 10-"

My mother continued to yell out rules to us, while my dad pulled her out of the house.

"Ronnie when are your friends coming over?" I called to my little brother, hoping he'd spare me glance over his video game.

"They'll be here before 1. Why?".

"Nothing. You boys should behave. I don't have the strength to deal with you today"

Finally looking away from his game, his mischievous eyes met mine.

"How much damage could we possibly cause? We're all 10. Nothing you can't handle"

Narrowing my eyes at him, I gave him the 'my eyes are on you' sign, and then I went to my room.

I texted Amaya, telling her about my not being able to go out, and she texted me back, saying she'd bring the ice cream over. Bless her soul.

With nothing left to do but await the arrival of my best friend, ice cream, and my brother's annoying friends, I picked up my laptop. A little writing would do me some good.

A/N

A little back story on Rose. The real fun will soon begin, so don't get discouraged if you find the chapter boring.

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