Running After You

"What are you doing," I asked when Rosa got into the back seat of the car instead of up in the front. She shrugged, turning away from me, still shaking a little. I sighed.

Naomi did that sometimes to me when we were younger, and when I got angry at her. My temper was very hot, but it has since then got cooled.

Usually.

"Are you mad at me, Rosa?" I asked in a small voice, making myself feel girlish and small. She shook her head stiffly. "Do you want to go now?" She nodded. "Okay."

A while after I started driving again, I could hear small, yet audible, snors coming from the back seat. I smiled a little, looking into the mirror, and seeing Rosa absolutely knocked out.

She's so cute, I though to myself.

Her red and blue hair looked like it hasn't been brushed for days, and her pale face looked like it had a little sunburn on it dye to the constant stops we get for gas, or food from take out places.

While she was asleep I thinked about her past.

Did she have a Mum and dad, sisters and brothers? What was her natural hair color? Why did she really tell people her name was Rosa? Why was she on the road? How long had she been driving for? Where was she coming from? Did she have a boyfriend, (or girlfriend.)

I realized even though I knew Rosa, I still had a lot to uncover about her past. She seemed so concerned about mine, though.

This girl was going to make me a madman, and I knew it too.

Notes

Just a little filler for you guys.

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