Brose-2

Jessica and Joshua got married, and now they have a 13-year-old daughter, Rose. This story is all about boyfriends, and breakups and a lot of drama. Brose is the couple name of Rose and her first boyfriend, Brandon. Rose sometimes has weird dreams depicting the past or the future. Rose is quite famous because her parents are famous actors.

Read part 1 for better understanding.

I ran away, without even a backward glance......

*At home*

I stared out of the window. Quinn knew that I liked Brandon. And still she…….

‘Rose?’ A voice said. It startled me.

‘Oh, hi.’ I said, quickly wiping my tears.

‘What’s wrong?’ Dad asked.

‘Nothing.’ I said.

He scoffed. ‘Why do you always have to be like your Mom?’

‘What?’

‘She also doesn’t like to share her problems.’ He sighed.

Then he gave me a notebook- a diary with a purple cover, and with the rose flower on it.

‘Share your problems with this diary. You will feel better.’

*Time skip*

‘Mom isn’t home yet!?’ I said. It was 10:30 at night. I was simultaneously writing in my diary.

‘I don’t know.’ Dad said impatiently. ‘She said she would come till 9.’

I am going to go to that mansion tomorrow, I told myself. Without Brandon, because I am upset with him.

The door opened and Mom came in, looking tired.

‘Where were you?’ Dad asked in a rather ‘overprotective’ voice.

‘Stupid director made me shoot another scene.’ Mom said, hastily taking off her coat. Then she looked at me. ‘You aren’t sleeping yet?’

(Mom hates when I am out of bed after 10)

‘I was just going to bed.’ I lied.

‘Seriously, you need to be a bit strict.’ She told Dad.

‘Tomorrow is your Math test, right?’ She asked.

‘Yes.’ I said.

‘I expect good grades.’ She said, rather sternly.

‘Yessss.’ I said.

*The next day*

Math test. I got up on time, hopped in the shower, brushed my teeth, and wore my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the sandalwood oil on the table. My Aunt used to use it. I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling which I used to get when she used to hug me, and when I used to get the whiff of the oil. The feeling of the comb running through my scalp as she twisted my hair into beautiful braids. I sighed.

I rubbed the oil behind my ears, and near my neck, the way she used to do it.

I headed downstairs. I looked in the hall….. Mom and Dad weren’t there. I looked in the kitchen- there they were. They were unusually close to each other today. Must have got a holiday, I thought.

I looked away, as I got the feeling that I was interrupting something. I grabbed my backpack, shouted: ‘I am going to school!’ and headed towards the school.

*Time skip*

WHAT? All of my answers are correct. Only one wrong. But still Mr. Binns gave me a C?

Mr. Binns is our English and Math teacher. He is very hard on ME. He always gives me a B in my essays, although they are very good. But today I am gonna argue. First of all, I have solved the problems correctly. Second, If I go home with a C, Mom will give me a punishment and I won’t be able to go to the mansion.

‘Mr Binns.’ I said, going to his desk. ‘I want to know that why did you give me a C?’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’

‘I have solved the problems correctly.’ I said confidently. ‘My dad taught me how to do these, and I have done it……….

‘I am your teacher, young lady.’ He said. ‘Not your Dad.’

What the………..!?

*Time skip*

I still can’t believe what Mr. Binns said! Can a teacher say that?

I stopped in front of the doors of my house. They were closed, but I could hear LOUD voices from inside. I gasped in horror as I recognized the voices.

Mom and Dad are……… FIGHTING!?

My heart started beating faster. I pressed my ear on the door and caught a few sentences:

………I swear!’

‘When………’

‘Seriously, what’s wrong with you?’

‘Why don’t you understand!?’

‘I was going to…………’

‘Tell me the truth!’

‘I am not lying!’

‘But then why…………….’

‘STOP IT!’

The voices died down. I pinched myself. No, this is not a dream. But how? Why?

I knocked on the door. Dad opened it.

‘Welcome home! How was school?’ He said.

I looked around, but I couldn’t see Mom. She must be upstairs.

‘Earth calling a girl named Rose!’

‘Yeah.’ I said. ‘It was OK.’

‘And what about the test?’

‘Mr Binns gave me a C though my answers were correct.’ I said.

‘WHAT?’

‘You can check it.’ I said. ‘But first tell me what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’

‘I heard it!’

He shook his head. I sighed.

‘Can I go to the mansion?’

‘What mansion?’

‘I mean……. Can I hang out with Willow?’

‘OK. Come back before 8.’

I walked towards the door, but the idea of Mom and Dad fighting……

I hugged him. ‘Please tell me.’

‘Nothing serious. I promise.’

‘It sounded serious.’ I muttered.

He kneeled down and kissed me on the forehead. ‘Don’t think about it, okay? Go, enjoy with Willow.’

I reluctantly nodded and headed to the mansion. I am feeling a bit scared, going there alone, but I have to. Because if I don’t, then my curiosity will kill me.

I opened the doors. They made the same spooky voice. I couldn’t hear the piano, but I knew where the voice had come from when I had heard it last time.

Clunk, clunk, clunk. Something was coming towards me. I screamed loudly and ran out. It was really scary. L

*At night*

No one is talking to anyone.

‘Um….. So.’ I said. ‘Aren’t WE going to watch a movie tomorrow? It’s Saturday!’

‘I can.’ Dad said. ‘But I think your Mom has a lot of work. So much work that she can’t even spend time with us. Am I right?’

‘Yes.’ Mom said glumly. ‘Absolutely right.’

I could really scream now.

My phone chimed. With my left hand, I checked the text:

Brandon: hey

Brandon: You okay?

Brandon: Haven’t heard from u lately……..

Me: I’m fine.

‘No phones at the table.’ Mom said.

‘Just a sec.’ I said.

Brandon is typing…….

For so long! Is he writing a speech?

Mom snatched the phone from me, and I groaned.

*Time skip*

I sat on my bed, and saw Brandon’s msg.

Brandon: I want to tell you something…. Can we meet tomorrow at Frosty Dream?’

Me: K

What does he want to tell me?

When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream. ( I have weird dreams, but very rarely)

I saw myself dancing with Brandon (which seems impossible) Then I was at a pool, not talking to Brandon- talking to some other guy. Then I saw myself hugging him, and after that I saw myself kissing him. I focused hard. I wanted to memorise this guy’s face. But I was interrupted by a voice: NO, JESSICA!

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. It was midnight. Can I see my future in my dreams? That is so cool!

Then I remembered what had caused me to wake up….. Mom and Dad are fighting, AGAIN. At midnight.

‘No, no, no.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘NOOOO!’

*Next day*

‘Where is Mom?’ I demanded.

‘She is probably with some friends.’ Dad said. He looked like he was awake all night.

‘What is going on?’ I asked innocently. Tears filled my eyes. ‘Why are you both doing this?’

He hugged me. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

‘I don’t want to talk to you!’ I shouted stubbornly, and pushed him away. ‘You and Mom are always fighting! I just want things to go back to normal!’

He opened his mouth to speak, but I ran upstairs, in my room. I sobbed into my pillow……..

My phone chimed.

Brandon: You coming?

Me: I am sorry, I can’t

Me: There is some… stuff going on

Brandon: Oh ok

Brandon: Tc

I cried and cried and cried till there were no tears left.

After a while, Dad came there too. He put an arm around me and pulled me closer.

*time skip*

I sat on the couch, vigorously writing in my diary.

The door opened and Mom came.

Please. No more fighting.

To my surprise, she hugged Dad.

She held out her hand. ‘We need to talk.’

They went out in the garden. I know I mustn’t spy, but come on, how can I miss the most romantic moment in the world?

At least I hope it’s romantic…..

I hope ‘we need to talk’ doesn’t mean that horrible thing……….

I sat on my knees and pressed my face to the glass window. They were walking and talking. I don’t know what. But they certainly weren’t yelling at each other. After a while, I saw them-hugging.

I sighed with relief. Finally!

*Next day*

I can finally turn my head to the mansion mystery. But Brandon insisted that I go to his house, because he is alone, and he wants to tell me something VERY important.

‘Is this a date?’ I had asked.

‘Kind of.’ He said.

I know. He is with Quinn :(

‘I am going.’ I said. ‘To Brandon’s.’

‘Another boy in your life, huh?’ Dad teased.

I rolled my eyes. ‘He is just my friend.’ I said sarcastically.

*At Brandon’s*

Brandon motioned me to his beautiful garden.

‘What did you want to tell me?’ I asked.

‘Quinn bullied me into going to the prom with her.’ He said. ‘I don’t like her, and I told her that straight away.’

Why is he telling ME this stuff?

‘I like a girl.’ He continued. ‘She is cool, smart and pretty. She loves her friends and family. She was the one who guided me to chemistry class.’

That’s me.

I stared at him like an idiot.

‘You…. Really?’ I asked.

He took my hand. ‘I like you.’

I opened and closed my mouth like a stupid fish.

‘Me too.’ I said at last.

He leaned towards me…..

I immediately stepped back and said, ‘Whoa!’

‘I am sorry, I thought…… I thought………’

‘I-it’s okay.’ I stuttered, stepping back, back, back. ‘It’s fine.’

‘Rose!’ he called, but I was outta his house.

(To be continued........)