#*| interactions

[wiickedrosie]

       “Are you going to tell me how much you missed me, or do I have to guess?” @theforgottenwanderers

[wiickedrosie]

      “I would so love to see you try,” she argues with a quiet, disbelieving laugh. As tiny as she is, she doesn’t doubt the threat. How easy it would be to throw her over their knee, but because she’s tiny? She’s also fast, so really, they’d have to catch her first. With a small step backwards, she raises her brow at them. She’s pushing her luck; she know sit, but Rosie Callahan has lived her entire nineteen years pushing buttons. Why stop now?

[wiickedrosie]

        “D-” Biting the tip of her tongue, she staves her words and finds solace in staring down at her bare feet, her toes painted a bright, neon pink. “Do you really think this is a good idea, Daddy? I mean-- everyone’s going to know,” Rosie murmurs, bright, jade hues lifting then to find him staring at her. Maybe she’s being a bit presumptuous - the piece of jewelry around her neck is stated enough to appear as something just more than a simple choker, but they both know what hold said piece of ‘simple’ jewelry has on her. She’s collared for him and he wants to take her out in public; she’s usually much more enthusiastic about something like this. What’s wrong with her?

[wiickedrosie]

        “What d’ya say? You’re going to be at my race this Saturday, right? You know I can’t do this without you,” she inquires quietly, ducking her head to whisper in their ear because technically talking in a movie theater is frowned upon. Worrying her pink lower lip between her teeth, she shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her long pale legs and anyone who looked twice at the girl dressed up in a pretty pink dress would never guess she races motorbikes on the weekend for sport. 

[wiickedrosie]

     “I want what was promised to me and I’m not leaving here until I get it.” If the way the pale pink collar hugs her porcelain neck in enticing invitation is any indication, they both know what she was promised. 

[wiickedrosie]

@charmxchivalry

One of the few things people fail to remember about being a teenager? Fellow teenagers could be cruel, heartless and incredibly vindictive. Rosie Malone never went out of her way to upset anyone. Because she was treated like a princess within the walls of her own home, there came times when she did have an air of superiority about her, but she tried her hardest to reign such a notion in - especially while at school. As captain of her cheer squad, however, it’s even more difficult because she has a responsibility to her girls, to her team, to make sure they’re excellent at what they do. Most of her team listens to her, follows after her and shows her exactly what it is to be a leader, while others? They aren’t quite as happy to see her leading the team in lieu of Stacey Thomas’ departure. It’s really not Rosie’s fault she’s the best and was hand picked by Stacey herself to lead the team. 

But it’s the sole reason why she comes home far later than usual. There’s not a day that goes by where she’s not home by the time her parents come home, because they have a special bond. Rosie enjoys the time she spends with mommy and daddy, especially daddy and while she tries her hardest not to play favorites, there’s just something special about the time she gets to spend with the man who raised her, the man she shares a bed with. The man most of her friends share a bed with, as well, which never truly bothers her. She’s her daddy’s only true princess and that’s all that matters to Rosie. Stepping into the house on light footsteps, Rosie allows the door to shut quietly behind her, leaning against it with a slight sag to her shoulders. She doesn’t give herself pause to think before she’s pushing away and climbing her way up the stairs; it’s almost midnight. 

Rosie never comes home this late, but it’s with good reason - in part because she’d been cornered after school by a few of the girl’s who were none too happy with the way she was leading the squad. She’s not one to be intimidated. Rosie has a way of talking herself out of any situation, but this is one she simply... can’t. Should she be surprised to find her daddy waiting in her room for her? She’s not; her mommy must be asleep. “Daddy? I thought you’d be asleep by now?” Brows furrow and for a girl who’s usually so bright and sunny, there’s a soft, almost defeated lilt to her voice when she speaks, though she tries to mask it with a small smile placating her lips. 

[wiickedrosie]

       Rosie knows what this probably looks like; hiding in the back of his car while he’s with someone else, but it’s not like they’re... well they aren’t dating, per say and just because Rosie feels a certain way about him doesn’t give her a right to automatically assume he’s just going to be hers. Does it? No, her sole reason for hiding in the backseat of his car hadn’t been to spy; he simply hadn’t bothered to check to see if anyone was there before picking up some girl Rosie would rather not see Joey hanging out with. He’s her best friend. So what if she’s half in love with him? Whatever. It’s when Joey comes back to his car because he left something behind that he finds her sitting in the passenger seat, thumbing through his wallet. “You forgot this again, didn’t you?” Rosie queries, raising her brow at him and wiggling the wallet that’s caught within her tiny hand. @indiexcisive