geranium kisser, feat. rudy

[rosalieberlioz]

Breathe in, breathe out. Rosalie reminded herself to breathe as she prepared for the Valentines Day Dance, which would be her first formal dance ever in America. Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies, and her head felt woozy and dizzy. She was unsteady on her platinum silver heels, feeling unnatural in the complicated shoes. Her dress swept down to her ankles, and her toes peeked out just under it. She hoed she looked alright. She wanted to impress Rudy, because ever since their fight, she felt... weird. Like things weren't exactly alright. She was sure things were fine, and she tried to tell herself that, but her worrying mind pushed away her futile attempts at comfort and made her mind buzz. She'd probably end up doing something embarrassing, like tripping in front of him or saying the wrong thing. Rosie was a nervous wreck, to say in the least.

But excitement glimmered in her ocean blue eyes, and she applied soft pink lipstick in the mirror in the small bathroom her dorm room offered. She had no idea where her roommate was, or if she was even going. She hadn't really bonded with the girl she lived with, which upset her. She had always imagined getting ready for dances would be something you'd do with friends, and she wished Hope was there with her - she was so new at this. But she had to manage alone. She was tough Rosalie! The thought almost made her laugh out loud, but she held it in so she wouldn't screw up her lipstick and look like... a Goff, as Rudy would say.

She was almost ready. Blush, Lipstick, Eye makeup, dress, heels... purse! She would've left without it if she hadn't gone through the list in her mind. She made her way slowly to her bedroom, where her Dolce & Gabbana bag sat patiently on her tan bed comforter. She felt... pretty, skinny even. She hadn't felt this way in a very long time. Reaching for her shiny golden door nob, her mind buzzed with fireworks as she stepped out of her dorm and into the hallways of the west wing building.

She spotted girls in shiny, expensive dresses making their way to the dance with there large group of friends, and again she wished for Hope to be with her. She still felt incredibly nervous. Especially about seeing Rudy. She had decided to meet him outside of the Dance building, and she was nearing that spot now. The cold winter air made her shiver, a sensation running up her back and shocking her whole body. Breathe. The in. The out.

She approached the building slowly, feeling awkward and foolish on her heels. Some other students surrounded the building, and she looked at them with wary eyes. No one she knew in sight. She sighed and waited, cold under a light jacket. No Hope, no Rudy, no Belle... even seeing Jeff would be a relief. At least he was someone she knew, not a stranger that surrounded her in the background.

words, five hundred and seventy one
tags, hillary with rudolph
outfit, click.
notes, yayy rudy and rosie c:

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[rudolphpan]

rudolph had never really been able to completely understand why women took so much pride in their appearances at certain events. after every awards show, one of those overly-made up women (that rudolph didn't really mind seeing) would always compliment-- and sometimes tease -- women about what they were wearing. as if it had really mattered. clothes were clothes. you wore them to prevent yourself from being exposed, which was illegal in most places. (besides, you know, those nudist colonies.) this didn't mean rudolph didn't like to dress up, however. don't get me wrong, he wasn't the kind of guy who spent twenty minutes staring at a wardrobe filled with everything completely unnecessary for clothing. usually, he only spent about five minutes doing that. and he didn't have a bunch of random items lying around his dresser, either. neatness was a must, and tonight had been no exception. he'd be going to the dance with rosie. rosie. and rudolph wasn't quite sure about how much he liked that.

it wasn't that rudolph didn't like rosie. he really did like her an awful lot. he just really wasn't comfortable being with her. the way she'd reacted to the whole thing with marilyn had messed everything up between them, and he knew it. he knew she knew it. rudolph wasn't as comfortable talking to her anymore. he knew he couldn't just stare at any girl walking by for the hell of it with rosie. she'd probably cry. and if she cried. well. he'd probably leave because the whole evening would be ruined. and he'd have to deal with hope yelling at him later for making her cry for staring at another girl and. the whole thing would just be one huge mess. rudolph half cringed at only imagining that situation as he quickly fixed his hair.

it'd only been a few minutes before he left his dorm, already hearing the slight noise of raging music not too far away. he was about five minutes late. so what? it wasn't like rosie wasn't going to be late anyway. she was a girl. women were always five minutes late for these things and rudolph was only trying not to be rude. but what if she was there? "holy shit," he thought quickly. rudolph nearly stopped in his tracks. he'd forgotten to get her something. how did he manage to forget a gift for his date the the valentine's dance on valentine's day. that was low, even for him. and rudolph wasn't the most responsible kid in the world, either. he continued to keep a steady pace, trying not to worry about it. if he didn't mention it, neither would she. right? right. besides, it was rude to ask someone to give you a present. unless, you know. you were their date for something? "well, i'm a dick," he repeated in his mind, over and over again. rudolph stuffed his hands in his pocket and felt something. (no. not what you think. dirty minded little freak.)

lifting it out of his pocket, rudolph realized that never emptying out his pockets was a blessing. he'd pulled out a hershey's kiss, probably the most popular valentine's day gift ever. it was more special if he'd only given her one, anyway. as rudolph approached the building the dance was in, he noticed a few couples straggling here and there and then saw her. she was all by herself and looked incredibly awkward. he felt awful. how could he just have just. he should have been on time. rudolph waved at rosie from about ten feet away. "hey rosie!" he shouted, walking towards her excitedly.




six hundred six words
wearing
it's been so long! D: also, this is going to happen. you know, since it's their first thread.

[rosalieberlioz]

Relief flooded over her as she finally spotted Rudy, who was approaching the dance hall. She looked at him up and down, feeling her heart race and her stomach flutter with soft butterfly wings. He was adorable, that's the only way she could describe him. She hoped things would go right tonight. She didn't like the feeling of their fight hanging over them like a dark cloak.

She smiled broadly as he neared her, grabbing his hand and feeling electric shocks run up her spine. "You look great," she breathed, unable to say anything else. She turned around and made her way to the door, making sure she was careful on her heels, making sure her dress wouldn't trip her up. No embarrassments tonight. She'd be Super Rosie, and by the end of the night, the fight that was eating away at their relationship would be forgotten, and they could go on with their lives. She entered the building, swirls of flashy girls with their glittering dresses, and the boys that hung onto their hands but didn't look too happy to be there. She breathed deeply to herself, quietly, looking through the dizzying amount of faces for Hope. No sighed of her, yet. Rosie bet she looked gorgeous. She felt excitement ripple up her spine once again, the shock of her first dance would be something she remembered forever. It was Valentines Day. A special night. She glanced at Rudy, feeling herself involuntarily blush as she did so.

Not many people were dancing - she supposed things would really get started when everyone got there. People surrounded her on all sides, some talking to the date they'd been assigned with, and some waiting around for their date. What luck it was that her and Rudy got matched up! Coincidence, it had to be. Rosie had never been this lucky. She turned to Rudy and gripped her clutch, spotting the storage room. "I'll be right back, I don't want to carry my purse all night." She said, smiling. The room was dark and she could hardly distinguish any faces. The music pumped i her ears, heavy basslines rocking the floor. She entered the storage room hesitantly, remembering stories and movies she heard about where couples would retreat to the storage room and hook up. She didn't want to see any of that. Did Rudy want that? Nervous jitters shook her body as she placed her clutch in a safe place. Spinning on her silver heels, she mad her way back to Rudy, spying the pretty dresses and feeling slightly jealous on how much better every girl looked compared to her. She wouldn't blame Rudy for being disappointed to go with her. He probably wanted to be assigned some absolutely gorgeous, skinny girl. Like Marilyn.

She smiled as she approached him, but she was distracted. She looked around the dance hall for th girl Rudy had hooked up with, but every face was shadowed due to the lightning. Frantically looking, no one in sight. She was safe. For now. Forget it, Forget her. Rosie thought angrily. No one was going to ruin her night, she wouldn't allow it. Focus. Dancing. Rosie had never been much of a dancer, and she hoped she didn't make a fool of herself while doing it. The DJ put on a slow song, the bass disappearing from the music, replaced by melody. Rosie looked at Rudy in the dim light. She had no idea how to start one of these slow dances, let alone how to keep up with it. She waited for him to make a move, because she was obviously uneducated when it came to social dances.

words, six hundred twenty two
outfit, click.
tags, hill with rudy
notes, silly, awkward little rosie <3

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