Rosco hoped Dawn didn't think he had something in mind when they got back to his house. Really, all he needed was to pick up a CD, make sure the cat was fed and they could be on their way to the pumpkin patch to meet her friends.
It wouldn't take that long, but once they got to the livingroom, Rosco wasn't so sure what came over the emo girl with her dark shadowed eyes and black nail polished pale hands. She was all over him. And she meant business.
"Well, that was-" Took his breath away, especially when the tip of her studded tongue hit the roof of his mouth. "Sweet. Really sweet." It caught him off guard as he gave her a quick smile. This was going to be fast, he knew. He looked up the stairs wondering, what the hell. Why not. He'd just see what this was all about if she wanted to come up to his room.
Rosco smiled giving her a sigh. Her hand was in his. She looked so all knowing as if she knew exactly what he wanted. He smiled again as she breathed in his ear. Who could ask for more? They ran up the stairs. No one was home. It would be awesome.
Just one thing. His door was locked. Rosco winced. "I don't believe this," Rosco frowned with a smirk. This had never happened. Hell, he didn't even have a key to his own door. What was going on? He banged on the door. Suddenly, he heard movement. Someone was in there. "What the fuck! Who's in there!" Obviously, someone who wasn't stealing his big ass computer nor anything else.
"Sorry," he looked at her a bit worried knowing that lov'n feeling was vanishing by the second. Maybe for good now if she saw what a bastard he was in a situation like this.
"K," she smacked at a wad of gum then. He hadn't remembered gum in her mouth before. Rosco remained straight lipped, waiting.
Finally, Emily came to the door barely dressed, her hair a mess.
"Of course, it would be you," Rosco said pushing in the door then thinking he would find anyone but Casper in his bed. He didn't know what to say. There was a blind guy in his bed and Rosco was left mute.
"Who is that?" Dawn wanted to know, "He's that blind guy, isn't he?"
Naturally, Emily gave her the evil eye.
"Shut up." She told her.
"Sorry." Dawn got behind Rosco then.
"What is wrong with you?" Rosco looked at Emily.
"I can't do anything at my house." Emily frowned. "I didn't think you'd be home."
"Well, call next time." Rosco wanted to say something hurtful, but didn't.
"Really, you'd be OK-"
"No. Not my room." Rosco shook his head. "You got a goddamn motel room before-"
"You two got a motel room?" Dawn's eyes were fully lit then.
"It wasn't like that," Rosco rolled his eyes.
"I don't have money for something like that, I just wanted us to be alone for a little while, you know." Emily fretted.
"Oh really." Rosco sighed. "Just get some clothes on and go."
"Maybe you guys should go camping-"
"NO!" Rosco and Emily both said in unison.