Rouge's Path

"...So yeah, I'm sorry." I conclude. I'd asked Gabe to speak to me in my room, Trish seemed occupied with Skye so it seemed like the best time to get my apology off my chest.

"Rouge, I lied to you, that's my fault, I don't blame you for anything, you were my only friend, I prefer to remember that." He tries to reassure me. Fuck, this guy was always bad with words. "I... I'm happy, I want you to be happy too, but... You don't seem like you are right now."

What's he talking about? I'm closer to my sister than ever, even me and Elise are getting on, and I get sex on tap with my best friend. What have I got to be unhappy about?

"You're off, I'm in a good place." I state decisively. There's nothing. I'm fine.

I'm not lonely.

Gabe smiles, fuck, his smile still calms me. "Well, if you ever think you're not in a good place... Just know you've got a friend here." He offers. Sappy little bitch. "I'm gonna sneak off for a walk, cover for me?" He requests. Ahh, Gabe's walks, he tends to vanish whenever he wants to think about things, I think it's part of his Autism... Even if what he wants to think about is still ongoing, off he goes... Worked out when Scarlet and Elise walked in on us though, meant he didn't get beaten to a pulp by my sister.

As Gabriel exits my room and heads down the stairs and towards the door, the bathroom door opens, revealing Rob. Oh good. Eavesdroppers.

"You were in there a while, hear anything good?" I ask aggressively.

His face changes from calm to shock... Maybe he wasn't listening.

"Oh... I was just... Writing, I swear, I didn't hear anything." He stammers, showing a piece of paper folded enough to fit in his pocket. Does he think I'm stupid? I snatch the paper out of his hand and unfold it. "Hey! Wait a second!" He demands, but a glare is enough to put him in his place.

"Rouge's Song." I read aloud. "I've seen some shitty pick-up attempts in my time, but this is by far the cheesiest." I declare, throwing the paper at his face, and beginning to head down the stairs.

"So, is it Trish you're mooning over, or Gabriel?" His voice sounds from behind me. "Gotta be something if you're so hostile." Oh, look at the time! It looks like Dead Man o'clock.

I turn to face the bastard on the landing. "Wow, you know me all of what, two hours? And you've got me figured out. For your information, arsewipe, I'm not 'mooning over' anyone. I just don't need to full under some bottom tier guitarist, who still takes orders from his sister, to feel good about myself. Newsflash, dickhead, you're not all that, and writing my name on a piece of paper with a few notes isn't enough to get into my knickers. So, kindly, fuck off out of my fucking business." I answer. Politely.

"I mean, technically, it's been like 48 hours since we met." He points out. Why is he not a snivelling mess? I specifically intended to turn his legs to mush. Why is he grinning like an idiot? "But, that anger, maybe the chorus should be heavier, really reflect your fury." He adds, taking a pen out of his pocket and scribbling on the paper.

Is he... Rewriting the song about me? Did he make me angry on purpose? That son of a bitch. I grab the paper again and tear it in half. "Let's get one thing straight, I. Am. Not. Your. Fucking. Muse. Now stay the fuck away from me, you cue-ball looking wannabe." I order, making my way downstairs toward the living room.

Trish and Skye are making out.

Huh.

I turn back and return up the stairs to find Rob piecing together the torn up paper.

"You... You want to burn the remains or something?" He asks. Shut the fuck up. I sit down in the hallway with my back to the wall.

"Trish and Skye are halfway down each others' throats, felt awkward walking in." I report.

He seems unsure how to react to this news. "Oh... Erm... Sorry?" He tries.

"I'm not upset, twatface, just means my options now consist of sitting up here or beer pong with my ex's new boyfriend... Honestly, I just hate beer pong." I clarify. Trish can kiss whoever she wants, so can I, that's the rules. Just wish she didn't make it so fucking inconvenient.

"Oh, well, at least Skye's getting some action, that girl needed some good news." Rob answers. "She acts all confident and adult, truth is she's a romantic underneath, always waiting for some knight on a white horse."

Oh boy does she not know who she's making out with. "She's gonna be disappointed. Trish is all about sex, she doesn't do romance." I explain.

He shrugs in response. "Maybe, she's a big girl, she'll do whatever she wants." He mutters nonchalantly. Does this fucker care about anything? "Hey, so I'm thinking, maybe a violin mixed in, what do you think?" Music, apparently. He sure seems to care about music.

"I think you're not writing a song about me, and if you try to get my input again I'll use your scrotum as a speedbag." I state coldly. Fucking musicians.

"Yeah, violins are a bit pretentious." He thinks aloud. I'm not okay with how little my threats affect him. He seems to respond to the look if imminent doom on my face though. "Fine, I'll stop talking about music, you can stop threatening me, and we can both not do those things over... Dinner?" He asks.

Is he genuinely asking me out right now?

"What signals are you picking up that I want to go on a date with you? Are you fucking insane?" I demand.

"I mean, it's your house, you could just kick me out, or go to any other room in it, but you're still sat in this hallway with me, so... I guess that signal?" He argues. Yeah, you won the 'least shit option' award, fucking take me now! I'm gonna tear this fucker to shreds, if I have to spend all night screaming at him, so be it.

"Alright, you can take me for one drink." I agree.

I said fucking what?

Why did I just-

What-

But-

Shut the fuck up.

Who is knocking at the door?