Running After You

“Since when do you smoke, Rosa?” I asked the drunk girl.

“Why do you keep calling me that? You know my name, Niall!” I tilted my head, then hardened my eyes.

“Dont change the subject, Rosa! Since when do you smoke? When were you going to tell me?” I knew it was pointless to ask her while she wasn't sober, but I pressed on.

She took another sip.

“Are you even listening to me? Rosa, just give me the bottle already!” I thrust my hand at the bottle but once again it is ripped away from my reach.

“C’mon, buzzkill, lemme finish,” her words were starting to get more slurred, and Rosa could barely keep her head up. “Stop calling me that, dude. I've known… you for years, who's…Rosa?”

“I've known you for years?” I questioned. “Now I know you're drunk. I've only known you for like… a couple months, Rosa.”

“That's not… my name.” She threw both of her hands, still holding the beer, in the air.

“Then what is your name?”

“Naomi…Taner.” She layer her was against the car window, somehow instantly falling asleep. I could hear the light snores.

And then it clicked.

Notes

Finally! I bet most of you saw this coming, yeah? Probably. I know some girls awhile back said something about this.

So unfortunately, this story is starting to get closer to the end. There'll probably be only maybe, 3–5 chapters left.