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JAMES

As I hear her cry, I have a sudden urge to hit something, but I refrain from doing so. 

I feel my fists clench in anger until they turn pale from the lack of blood flow. However, when I feel my phone being crushed under one of my fists, I stop. 

But my anger remains.

And I seem to grow angrier as I hear her cry.

She's crying and there is nothing I can do. 

It made me feel useless.

As I hear another sob, I'm done.

I've had enough.

"Baby?" I call out and my voice slightly wavers as I hear her sniffle.

"Yeah?" She croaks out, her voice scratchy from her crying. 

"What do you think about meeting?" 

I bite my lip as I wait for her to respond.

"What?" She whispers.

"I want to meet you." I blurt out.

"You can't!" She rushes out and my jaw clenches at her answer.

"I can't?" I question her answer. "And why not?" I suddenly feel anger rise within me that I'm forced to pace around the living room to calm down.

"James, I'm not who you think I am." She says and I raise an eyebrow at her answer.

Her answer could mean many things, but what exactly did she mean?

Despite my curiosity, deep inside me, I didn't care about who she was.

I just wanted to meet the girl who has managed to occupy my thoughts.

I wanted to meet her.

To hold her as she cried on my shoulder.

To let her know that I care for her.

I wanted to feel her close to me.

But she wouldn't let me. 

"Are you, Rose?" I ask.

"Huh?" She questions in confusion.

"Are you, Rose?" I ask again and my jaw clenches once more in the process.

"Yes." I notice the confusion in her voice, but I ignore it.

"Are you the stranger that I accidentally texted when I got lost?"

At my sudden question, my mind thinks back to that day. 

It was hard to believe that only a month has passed when so many moments have been exchanged between us.

"Yeah..." She answers.

Taking a deep breath, I prepare for my next words. 

"Are you the sixteen-year-old girl that likes to flirt with me? The one that plans to marry me? To love me? To make me hers?" 

"I am." She answers quietly and I find myself smiling.

She didn't hesitate.

"Then babe, princess. I don't exactly think much about who you really are because to me, you are Rose, the strange girl that at first annoyed me. And as long as you are that girl, then you will always be my Rose, my stranger. And don't you ever forget that." I stop to gather my thoughts before continuing. "So it doesn't matter if you're different in real life, or if you behave differently with others. What matters is you and I. You hear me? You and I. The way you behave with me. That you remain, my stranger," I let out a breath and close my eyes ."My princess with a pea size brain. That's all that matters right now." I mumble the last part.

She just needed to know that she's my Rose.

My Rosie.

Rose stays quiet on the other side before she finally speaks.

"I'm not the same person in real life. I'm less talkative, I'm... an awkward mess." She trails off.

"An awkward mess," I repeat her words, slowly. "Hmm, I quite like the sound of that, darling." I grin.

"James, I'm serious!" She exclaims, clearly not satisfied with my response.

I click my tongue before answering. "So am I, princess." 

"We just can't meet." She mumbles.

"I'll meet you sooner or later, princess," I tell her. "And that's a promise."

"A promise?" She questions "How are you so sure?"

I grin. "Sweetheart, you have yet to meet me." 

Despite her hesitation. I had a feeling I would meet this girl sooner than she would like.

And I was dreading the moment.

•••

Typing the words for my essay, my mind drifts to my conversation from earlier.

The laptop, long forgotten.

"I'm an awkward mess."

"An awkward mess, huh?" I mumble to myself. "Why do I like the sound of that?"

And for some reason, knowing that, seemed to appease me more.

Clicking my tongue I return my focus to the essay in front of me but a voice distracts me.

"Talking to yourself now?" I look up to see Vincent, standing a few inches away from me.

"Just thinking out loud," I respond darting my eyes back to the essay.

"About a certain girl, I'm sure." He proceeds to sit on the other side of the couch.

I groan at his comment. "Not you too." 

"What? Tell me I'm wrong?" He challenges, his eyes daring me to prove him wrong.

"You're not," I tell him. 

Vincent smiles smugly at my answer.

"You're lucky that Alec is not here. Or he would have pestered you nonstop." 

I nod my head at that. But then I realize that he isn't here.

Normally if he had nothing to do, he would be watching the telly.

"Where is he, anyway?" I ask.

"He went out to the mall. He said something about enhancing his handsome looks." Vincent frowns. "Whatever that means." 

I chuckle slightly.

Typical of Alec.

"I think it has something to do with that girl in his class." I nudge him with my elbow.

Vincent purses his lips in thought before replying. "You think?"

I scoff at his question. "Of course."

"Oh, and Nicolas is out with the other lads, Ethan and Bryson. I believe he went to take pictures of Toronto with them."

"Why aren't you out?" I ask him.

"Same reason as you." He turns to me and points to my essay.

That's when I notice the dark circles under his eyes. "You look tired."

He hums in response. "Just a tad bit. I stayed up until 1 something in the morning to finish a project for a class."

"Go get some sleep, mate." I pat his arm slightly urging him to go take a nap.

"Do you just want to kick me out so that you can think about that girl of yours." He jokes.

I roll my eyes at his comment, but nonetheless, I answer. "She's not my girl, Vince."

"Oh, pardon me. I meant your princess."

I don't correct him on the second part because for some reason I liked hearing him say that. And Vincent seems to notice that as he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Rose, oh Rose." He sings loudly as he walks away and I end up throwing a pillow at him, but he dodges it as he laughs.

Shaking my head at his foolishness, I move the laptop to my side as I stand up to pick up the pillow I threw at him.

Putting the pillow in its place, I take a seat and place the laptop on my lap.

But just as I'm about to get started, my phone rings.

Pulling it out from my pocket, I check the caller ID and my face instantly morphs into a smile.

It's dad.

"Hey, dad." I greet him.

"James! Son, how are you?" I hear his voice.

My eyes dart around the living room before answering. "I'm doing well in Toronto." 

"It seems so by the tone of your voice." I chuckle at his statement.

"What about you, dad. How are you?"

"I'm as busy as I can be, son." He sighs and I hum.

"Is the hospital doing well?" As soon as I ask this, my father grunts.

"Son, why are you asking about the hospital? I called you to see how you are doing and you decide to ask me about that?"

I can practically see him frowning right now.

"Sorry, dad." I smile.

"No questions about work, okay? I need a break. Now tell me, is there a reason behind your happiness?" 

"My happiness?" I question.

"Yes, your voice. You sound extremely happy. Unless you're fooling me and you're not doing well in Canada-"

I cut him off before he finishes.

"No, no, no, dad. I'm really doing well. I'm... happy. I really am."

Dad sighs deeply before he speaks again.

"James, as much as I miss you, I'm glad that you're doing well over there. It seems that what happened to you back home really affected you, but maybe going to Canada was what you needed in the end."

"Thank you, dad. I really am happy right now. I think all the guys needed this." I tell him.

"I know, and it's good that you're enjoying yourself. A few days ago, we got together for dinner and it seems that everyone is satisfied with the way you four are doing right now. Although, I heard that Alec seems to have taken a liking for the food in Canada."

"Dad," I chuckle. "Alec is obsessed with it, but he's going to suffer soon because the coaches have warned us that we can only eat whatever we want, twice a month. And Alec is not too fond of that." 

"Poor boy," Dad responds and I find myself nodding at him.

"How is Evelyn?" He asks.

"Aunt Evelyn is doing well, most of the time she's working on her book, but she manages to make time for us. And we all appreciate that considering that she must be busy." 

I hear the sound of a door close and I check the time in London.

It was late right now, so the odds of Esmae being awake, were slim.

"Are you home, dad?"

"I am." Dad answers.

"Is Esmae sleeping?"  I ask with a hopeful voice.

"She is, I would wake her up, but I just got her to sleep before I called you." 

I'm slightly disappointed that she's sleeping, but knowing that she refused to go to bed made me happy.

That little troublemaker.

"That's too bad."

"I'll have her call you one day. But tell me about the school, do you like it?" 

"I do, dad. The lads and I made some friends there. And I passed my tryouts for the sports I applied, on top of that, I'm doing pretty well in academics." 

Dad stays quiet as if thinking about something and I rest my neck on the couch while closing my eyes.

"Don't stress too much, James."

"Don't worry, dad. I have Theo with me." I remind him. 

Even though, he spends most of his time sleeping.

"Aaa, right. How is that boy doing? He was so small before you left." His voice brightens at the mention of Theo.

"He's much bigger now," I say and we both go quiet.

"Any girls?" He suddenly asks and my eyes come in contact with the roof.

That had to be mom.

Removing my head from the couch, I sit properly. "Did mom tell you to ask me that?" 

"Actually, no. And you're lucky that she's not here, otherwise she would have taken the phone away." He says.

And I don't doubt it.

"Hmm."

"Now tell me, is there someone?" He asks again.

Stretching my empty arm, I move the phone to my other ear. "No, dad. There is no one. A few girls have asked me out, but I always reject them kindly. I'm just not interested in them. But, if there happens to be a girl, I will let you know."

There may not be a girl I like, but there is a girl.

But I'm not telling dad. He will most likely tell mom accidentally. 

"I look forward to hearing about someone soon-" Dad starts but he's cut off by a door slamming shut.

Dad sighs and I wait for him to continue.

"Son, I have to go. Esmae just woke up again."

With a chuckle I reply. "Giver her a kiss for me."

"I will. Take care, James."

"Bye, dad, love you and mom," I say.

"Love you too, son."

With that, he ends the call and I'm left with my thoughts once again.

Opening the previous essay, I began to type again.

But then my mind drifts to her.

"I'm never going to finish this essay with her on my mind," I mumble to myself as I run a hand through the locks that seemed to have fallen on my forehead like a curtain.

She's driving me crazy...

○○○

-in love.

NOO, JUST KIDDING. 

Not love.

Or is it?

Hmmmm.

SHDJDHDNDMSK.

THE PREVIOUS UPDATE HAD SO MANY RESPONSES!

AND I WOULD JUST READ THEM AND THEN SCREAM SLIGHTLY.

Sadly, this one might be a bit disappointing to you because they're not going to meet, yet. It also seems less exciting, but I needed to get his pov out.

No, no, no.

Patience, my lovelies.

All in it's due time.

Me after yesterday's update: ^^^

I will tell you a little something.

So as I was writing this chapter, my brain went KABOOM with inspiration.

I think I have an idea for a confession scene.

I am loving this.

It's going to be amazing!

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