not another word, blake

[rosalie samara moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; border: solid #87649F 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;] TAG; BLAKE / ERIN. WEARING; MINUS THE PURSE & SHOES. OOC IM GONNA PM YOU ABOUT THIS! the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions for rosie. between breaking up with her boyfriend to getting back and then breaking up with him a few days ago. she was a wreck, and the situation that was about to unfold was going to be the worst thing that could happen to her, and she didnt even know it yet. laying on her stomach, face in her pillows, on her bed she let out a small whimper before pushing herself up. she began slowly pacing the small bedroom that she once shared with blake. looking arund the room there were nails in the walls, but no pictures. when the two of them were seperated, rosie made sure it was known. she took down every picture of them, everything that was his was in the corner and that was that. however one picture stood, her favorite one of the two of them stood next to the bed. looking at it she smiled. they looked happy. wishing she knew what that felt like at this moment rosie headed into the bathroom hugging her arms to her stomach. looking at her reflection in the mirror she made a pout face and began speaking to herself. "you have to do this rose. you need to find out the truth" looking at a plastic bag that ws thrown in the corner next to the bathtub and toilet she let out a groan and headed to the toilet. pulling down her shorts she ripped open the bag pulling out three pregnancy tests. there began the most painful twenty minutes of her life. peeing on each stick she flushed and washed her ahnds clean. and placed the three tests in a line down the counter of the bathroom. waiting was the name of the game, and rosalie hated waiting, for anything, and especially for this. about ten minutes passed before the first test flashed a positive, she felt her heart stop, the other two could say negative, right? the second flashed a positive and she felt like hse was going to vomit. she was out numbered no matter what. finally the third flashed a plus and she almost collapsed. was she really pregnant right now? what the hell and how did this happen? feeling herself freaking out she couldnt help but do what she did best. heading into the bedroom she fell backwards onto the bed, reaching for the ash tray next to her bed. lighting the small joint that wsa there she inhaled the rest and felt the high take her away. she knew that she had to tell blake, it had to be his. she hadnt slept with anyone else. reaching for her phone she sent him a quick text. we need to talk, now. come over. feeling that that text was urgancy enough she sent it and sat up. her paranoid high was kicking in, what if he got pissed that she was smoking while pregnant. grabbing ferbreeze she sprayed the air, drenched the apartment in purfume before sitting on the couch, arms crossed staring at the tv, that ws turned off. her small grey cat climbed onto her lap and began purring but rosie was in no mood.

[blake adam ronan]

unsure of what their status was, blake had woken up to an empty bed and he felt rather uncomfortable the entire night because of the sole fact that he had no companion, he had no rosie actually, but any substitute would have worked for the night. they had gone through a number of ups and downs and were currently down, far down but blake was aware of how fast they spiked right back up but he was not sure if he really cared, at this moment. sitting at the table, shoveling a mouthful of cereal, he chewed and swallowed automatically while staring off into space, the sudden clip to the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts and turned to glare at his roommate, ”ah what the fuck?”

[/i] helped out, rubbing at the spot on his head that had been slapped. stop sulking. replied the voice and blake rolled his eyes while lifting his half-finished cereal over to the sink, dumping out the contents and rinsing out the bowl before scoffing to the idea of sulking over a girl, even a girl like rosie, ”not sulking, i was meditating, imaging a world where you did not exist.”[/i] he grumbled, never had been much of a morning person. he usually allowed himself amble time to sleep in to the point that sun would be high in the sky but that was a failed attempt for the last two nights that he had been declared single, he believed. usually that would mean going out and finding a girl to tease at a club, taking her home and kicking her out the next day but he found himself uninterested in another girl with the sting of one break up lingering over his head. ”ooh, testy this morning, you guys always do this shit.” which blake had to agree with but he did not need the verbal reminder, and to show his annoyance, his eyes rolled as he strolled out of the kitchen, ”going to work now.”[/i]. down the hallway he walked until he got the bathroom where he prepped himself for the day that lied ahead which involved two drops off and a pay-off, something he was eager about.

dressed in jeans and a shirt, the male was slipping on his shoes when his phone began to buzz in his pocket and he furrowed his brows to the wonderment of who would dare be texting him before eleven in the morning. it was obviously not a client, and he had no care for his family at this point in his life, so what could be so important? the text message appeared urgent as he read it over again and chuckled while tying his shoes. the break-up had not really lasted as long as he would assumed but he had some time before the next drop off and he was already a little anxious to see rosie. flipping off his roommate as he passed by with a tongue sticking out to him, he pocketed his phone and stepped out of the apartment door, pulling his keys out of his pocket. usually, blake would just walk the few blocks but the urgency in her message meant that should probably arrive soon before her temper got the best of her and they ended up in another argument—and he had not eaten enough cheerios to have another argument. closing the door behind him, the engine purred to life with a flip of the key and he listened, felt the vibration under him for a solid moment with satisfaction to how pleasant the sound was before pulling out of the assigned parking spot. the familiar route was taken with weaving through the miami, reaching her residence in a record five minutes before he got out of the car and approached her door.

most people would have knocked, they would have waited for the door to be answered and then wait for the welcome in—but he was not most people and this was not most situations. the door was always open for him, day or night, and he knew that, so the fact that blake strolled into the house without a care for respect of the social rules was a sign of how comfortable he was, even when they were in their downward spiral, ”honey I’m home!”[/i] he called out while slipping his shoes off before stepping into the living room. a sudden strong aroma that invaded his senses had his brows furrowing as he looked around for her, ”rosie!?”[/i] he called out before spotting her on the couch, a common spot that they ended up in, too eager to make it to a bedroom. ”so this must be a record, two days and you already want me back..”[/i], a smug look on his face complete with a smirk as he entered her view. waving his hand infront of his nose, he shook his head, ”woah baby, little strong..”[/i], stepping over the window and giving it a small tug so that the fruity air would go out with the nice breeze that was coming in. looking over to his, he noticed a distressed appearance, she was tense and he could tell, shooing the cat off her lap, he took a spot next to her, brushing his finger across her jawline and turning her head to face him, gentle in his touch, ”babe, what’s wrong?”[/i] he asked, genuine concern laced in his words.[/div][/center]

(LAUREN//ROSIE, 908, CLICKY, SORRY THIS SUCKS,
STILL TRYING TO FIGURE HIM OUT....)

[rosalie samara moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; border: solid #87649F 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;] TAG; BLAKE / ERIN. WEARING; MINUS THE PURSE & SHOES. OOC ITS OK LOVE, HOPE YOU HAD FUN! sitting there in silence her mind was wandering. she knew that he would drop anything to make sure she was ok, but lately things between the two of them were not the way that she wanted them to be. sitting there the cat sitting on her lap rosie let out a huff and pushed the cat off of her. "not now binky" why her cat was named that she couldnt tell you. instead of buying a dog or even having a kid or getting married her and blake decided to get a cat, however that was about to change with the recent test she had taken. still sitting on the couch she glared into the lit bathroom glaring at the test as if it was the tests fault that she got pregnant. pushing herself up she made her way back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror at her reflection. she was stoned, you could tell. her eyes glossy and pupils huge she laughed at how ridiculous she looked. she looked a hot mess. looking down at the test she let out an angry grunt slash scream type sound before pushing the tests off of the counter with a few other items in a rage. letting herself sit on the covered toilet she let out a huff and stood up once more. she was getting ansy. part of her was tempted to text or call him, but she decided not to. if he cared about her, as much as he said he did, he'd be there in a heart beat. for all she knew he was making a deal and couldnt get away from it. then her paranoid side kicked it. what if he was killed, being held hostage. who would help her raise this baby? what if he didnt even want it anyway. could she even take care of it alone? did she even really want to try? rosie hadnt let that cross her mind, yet. was she really ready to be a mother. let alone a single mother if blake didnt want anything to do with it. she let out a small gasp and covered her face. "how could i be so dumb" this was a broad statement. she was refering to her smoking a few moments ago, and to her now being pregnant and not thinking about if she wanted it or not. but that was something she was going to have to wait for blake to discuss. sitting back on the couch she zoned out on a spot on the wall. hearing him come in she didnt look up when he called her. trying to be funny, and now was not the time. hearing him come back into the living room she felt his words come out as a jab, trying to be funny again but she shot him a look from the corner of her eye. "dont start" was all she said glaring at him. she was in no mood to laugh. looking back at the wall she felt his fingers grazing her face moving it to face his. she blinked and looked into his eyes sternly for a moment before falling apart like a little girl. she felt herself bring her hands to her face before pointing to the bathroom. "go read the tests for yourself" she said not moving her hands, too ashamed of herself.