"I knew it!" I scream down the phone.
"Rose, don't scream, I'm just here." Willow says at the other end of the phone.
"I can't believe we lost the bet, Thorn always wins." I pout.
"Rose, stop pouting." I hate it when she does that, "Daisy said the same thing, why do you bet against him if you know he'll win?"
"Because it's fun, duh!" I hear her quiet laugh down the other side of the phone. "Looking forward to the dance?"
"Oooh yeah, I can't wait."
"Now now, don't be scarcastic. It's the lowest form of wit - next to puns of course." I state in my teacher's tone.
"Shut up, Rose. You lookin' forward to the dance?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Yes you can take that as a yes, anyway, I have to go now, see y' later."
"See ya." I hang up, and do my hair, my cheeks are naturally rosy, and I was born that way. Hence the highly imagnitive name. I suddenly find it ironic that my two closest friends are also named after plants. Hmm.
Shake my newly dyed (again), as a request from my sister, Holly. Yes we are Holly and Rose Bush. No, our parents do not hate us, I think. Anyway, my hair is now light pink - not my choice, Holly's.
I slip into my black dress, and put eye make-up on. I never put foundation or anything on, just eye make-up (black eyeliner and mascara or brown pencil eyeliner with brown mascara and light beige eyeshadow.). Today it's black eye make-up time. I place a large black rose - another request from Holly.
I feel Holly at the door, I smile shaking my head and call, "Come in!"
Holly busles in, "Ooh, little Sis, you look lovely!"
"Thanks, Holl." I say, my left sholder goes up in embaressment, I hate it when it does that, luckly I don't really do it around friends, just family. "Come here, have a photo with me!"
She pulls my arm and drags me to her, she lifts her arm up and takes a picture of us, she then examines the photo. "Ahh, this is brill, hello new Facebook picture!"
"Aww, Holl," I whinge. "Don't do that!"
"Why not? You let your friends," she puts her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, but that's because I'm generally the one taking them."
"Rose, you're such a hypocrite, just smile again." I barely have time to pull a smile, when she takes it. She laughs out loud. "You.....look......like....a......deer caught......between....headlights," she gasps out.
"Great, thanks for that." She laughs harder, snot in her nose. And to think, we come from the same gene pool. A knock at the door saves me and I rush out of my bedroom door, grabbing my black shoes as I go.