Nothing At All
Chapter Two
After lunch I was done with classes since it was my last year and I had most of my classes done. I said goodbye to the girls and headed over to my car. It wasn’t a huge expense just an old used Volkswagen Passat that my dad so kindly bought me for my eighteenth birthday last year. I got into the driver’s seat and decided to pull out that letter and read it before I got home. I picked up the letter and saw my name scribbled across the envelope.
Rosemarie Siege
I opened the letter and saw the scribbled handwriting that I considered very neat for a boy.
Letter 1
September 28, 2012
Dear RM,
I figured if I write RM no one will know who I’m talking about since we have three girls with RM as a first name and last name initial. Anyways I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter to you. It’s not like you want to get to know me. I’m just a street rat or lawbreaker as you’ve called me plenty of times. Guess who I am yet? Well princess it’s none other than Harry Styles. I figured you want to get an A so I can give you some bullshit answers for questions you don’t have to ask and all I want in return is for you to write my paper about you. That way we don’t have to write these stupid letters to each other since I already know you hate me and I hate you with just as much passion. I don’t even know how you’re related to your twin brother. He’s so much more carefree and fun than you are. Guess all the brains went to you? You also seem to be rich. If I’m going to bash you might as well do it right in my book. You just be the rich stuck up snob that cares about what others think of her. You’ll step on anyone to get up in society and you won’t think twice about it. And I know I’m right because you’ve ditched Eleanor and Perrie completely because of who their dating. That’s pretty low if you ask me. I bet you don’t know that Jenna and Delilah talk shit behind your back nonstop when you’re not around. They say their only your friends because you’ll get them through this year so they can graduate. They think you’re a stuck up person too. Hell even your brother thinks that. He says you used to be chill but something changed when you guys moved. I don’t buy he’s story. I bet you’re a virgin too.
I then had to stop reading the letter because, of my tears hitting the page. I knew Harry disliked me but I had no clue that he completely and utterly hated me and wished I could go die in a hole. I folded the letter up and looked up to see him smirking at me as I wiped the tears away. I just shook my head and pulled out of the parking lot and headed straight home. I knew my mom was still going to be home and sleeping but I needed to just be alone. When I got home, I quietly made my way to my room on the end of the hallway and shut the door and locked the door. I the let the tears fall down my face as I curled up into a ball on my bed. No one had been that cruel to me with words since my last boyfriend, Jeremy. He called me every name in the book before I left for London and I was completely broken. John Michael watched me fall into a depression and helped build me back up but this time he wasn’t going to be around. I must have cried myself to sleep because when I woke up, my brother was sitting in my window seat with the letter clutched in his hands.
“Johnny,” I said quietly and his head whipped around immediately and he crossed the room and hugged me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m sorry he wrote all those things about you. I can talk to him. . .I’m sorry I went off the deep end. I really didn’t mean too.”
“I know Johnny,” I said hugging my twin brother, “I know it’s really easy to go off and forget your problems. It’s pretty nice actually.”
“I know this hurt you Rose,” John Michael said putting the letter on my desk, “You don’t have to hide it from me.”
“I know Johnny,” I smiled lightly, “What time is it?”
“It’s only seven,” he said, “There’s a party that the guys are throwing at their house. Want to go? We can go off the deep end together.”
I smiled and laughed lightly.
“Might as well right,” I said, “I need a beer pong partner anyways and I hear you’re the best.”
“I am pretty badass at it,” he grinned.
“Perfect,” I said, “Let me get dressed and we can head out.”
“You going to hide your tattoos?” John Michael asked.
“Nope,” I said, “I just need to curl my hair and change.”
John Michael nodded his head and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll be ready when you are,” he said, “The party starts at eight.”
“Alright,” I said and smiled up at him, “And Johnny.”
“Yeah,” John Michael said turning around in my doorway.
“Don’t stop being friends with who you’re friends with now,” I said, “I’m just not doing your homework anymore and taking your tests.”
“Alright,” he smiled, “Now get ready.”
It was my turn to smile and I shooed him out of the room. I then walked over to my closet and pulled out my favorite party dress. It was a black dress that had see-through lace on top of it. It came to mid-thigh and it hugged every curve perfectly (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85807199). I set it on my bed along with some cute black booties and I went into the bathroom to curl my hair and put on my makeup. I did a simple smokey eye and kept my foundation simple and flawless. I then curled my hair and walked back to my room and got changed. I then opened my door to see John Michael walk out of the bathroom with his hair pulled into a cute quiff.
“Well don’t you look all bad boy with your leather jacket and plain white tee,” I teased and John Michael turned around and shook his head.
“You need more clothes,” he said, “Go change.”
“No way,” I said, “I look hot. I haven’t felt this hot in ages.”
“Come on,” he sighed, “We’re late and Harry’s going to kill me.”
“Well he can kiss my ass,” I said as we left a note for our mom saying we were spend the night at friend’s houses since it was Friday night.
“I’m a bit excited to see what happens when he finds you tonight,” he said and I laughed.
“Shocked beyond belief trust me,” I said and John Michael grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.
We drove a couple blocks over and saw that the house party was already in full swing. John Michael parked in the driveway that somehow had a parking space and we got out of the car. We could hear the music from outside the house and there were people littered everywhere outside.
“Find me when you want to leave kid,” I said grinning at John Michael.
“Want me to introduce you to people?” John Michael asked.
“Well fuck me sideways,” I heard Andrew exclaim, “I haven’t seen your pretty face in ages.”
“You still smoke,” John Michael said shocked.
“I need some way to relax while doing homework John Michael,” I grinned, “Do you have a joint I can steal my very handsome drug dealer?”
“Always one for my favorite girl,” Andrew replied and I grinned taking it from him.
“Thanks handsome,” I replied and kissed his cheek.
“Anytime beautiful,” Andrew responded and I grabbed John Michael’s hand.
“I should’ve known,” John Michael chuckled and I winked at him.
“To the alcohol in the kitchen!” I exclaimed and we headed to the kitchen to find a keg.
I filled up two glasses for us and handed on to John Michael.
“Go find your friends,” I said, “Text me when you want to play pong. Don’t worry about me I can handle my alcohol.”
“Alright,” John Michael said and kissed my cheek, “Have fun.”
“Go get laid!” I exclaimed and John Michael just laughed and shook his head.
I then decided to go check out the scene. I walked out of the kitchen to find that the living room was made into a makeshift dance floor and people were dry humping each other.
God I miss this scene sometimes, I thought to myself as I made my way through the mess of people and into the backyard.
I was surveying who was all here by the pool when I felt someone come up to me and wrap their arm around my waist.
“Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone this fine evening?” a guy slurred and I rolled my eyes to see a red headed guy smile at me.
“Not sleeping with you buddy,” I said finishing off my beer and throwing the cup on the ground with the others, “There is not enough alcohol would make me sleep with you.”
The guy frowned and took his hand off my waist and turned to leave. When I turned he grabbed my arm but I quickly twisted and pushed him in the pool.
“Asshole,” I growled as people laughed and took pictures.
I then headed back inside to grab another drink. I made myself a mixed drink with more vodka than a normal person should drink and headed back outside. This time when I walked outside I decided to get a bit cross faded. I pulled the joint from my dress and walked over to the torches that were lit and used the flame. Once the joint was lit, I let the familiar fumes fill my lungs and I blew out the smoke.
“You really don’t have a stick up your ass,” I heard a familiar raspy voice.
“You’re the jackass I always pictured,” I replied knowing Harry was standing next to me as I smoked my joint and drank my alcohol.
“So you read my letter I take it,” he said.
“You read mine,” I replied in a bored tone.
“Mind if I take a hit?” he asked.
“Yeah I do,” I said and looked over at him to see him staring at me with curious eyes.
“Who’s your dealer?” he asked.
“What’s it to you?” I asked, “Looking for new customers?”
“You assume I sell drugs,” he said.
“You have to,” I said, “To live in a neighborhood like this and flipping burgers doesn’t do that exactly.”
“So you’re pretty insightful,” he said.
I finished the joint and turned to look at him.
“I had a totally different lifestyle back in the states Styles,” I said, “One that would put your lifestyle to shame.”
I then walked away feeling the high and the alcohol starting to take its missed effect on me.
Rosemarie Siege
I opened the letter and saw the scribbled handwriting that I considered very neat for a boy.
Letter 1
September 28, 2012
Dear RM,
I figured if I write RM no one will know who I’m talking about since we have three girls with RM as a first name and last name initial. Anyways I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter to you. It’s not like you want to get to know me. I’m just a street rat or lawbreaker as you’ve called me plenty of times. Guess who I am yet? Well princess it’s none other than Harry Styles. I figured you want to get an A so I can give you some bullshit answers for questions you don’t have to ask and all I want in return is for you to write my paper about you. That way we don’t have to write these stupid letters to each other since I already know you hate me and I hate you with just as much passion. I don’t even know how you’re related to your twin brother. He’s so much more carefree and fun than you are. Guess all the brains went to you? You also seem to be rich. If I’m going to bash you might as well do it right in my book. You just be the rich stuck up snob that cares about what others think of her. You’ll step on anyone to get up in society and you won’t think twice about it. And I know I’m right because you’ve ditched Eleanor and Perrie completely because of who their dating. That’s pretty low if you ask me. I bet you don’t know that Jenna and Delilah talk shit behind your back nonstop when you’re not around. They say their only your friends because you’ll get them through this year so they can graduate. They think you’re a stuck up person too. Hell even your brother thinks that. He says you used to be chill but something changed when you guys moved. I don’t buy he’s story. I bet you’re a virgin too.
I then had to stop reading the letter because, of my tears hitting the page. I knew Harry disliked me but I had no clue that he completely and utterly hated me and wished I could go die in a hole. I folded the letter up and looked up to see him smirking at me as I wiped the tears away. I just shook my head and pulled out of the parking lot and headed straight home. I knew my mom was still going to be home and sleeping but I needed to just be alone. When I got home, I quietly made my way to my room on the end of the hallway and shut the door and locked the door. I the let the tears fall down my face as I curled up into a ball on my bed. No one had been that cruel to me with words since my last boyfriend, Jeremy. He called me every name in the book before I left for London and I was completely broken. John Michael watched me fall into a depression and helped build me back up but this time he wasn’t going to be around. I must have cried myself to sleep because when I woke up, my brother was sitting in my window seat with the letter clutched in his hands.
“Johnny,” I said quietly and his head whipped around immediately and he crossed the room and hugged me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m sorry he wrote all those things about you. I can talk to him. . .I’m sorry I went off the deep end. I really didn’t mean too.”
“I know Johnny,” I said hugging my twin brother, “I know it’s really easy to go off and forget your problems. It’s pretty nice actually.”
“I know this hurt you Rose,” John Michael said putting the letter on my desk, “You don’t have to hide it from me.”
“I know Johnny,” I smiled lightly, “What time is it?”
“It’s only seven,” he said, “There’s a party that the guys are throwing at their house. Want to go? We can go off the deep end together.”
I smiled and laughed lightly.
“Might as well right,” I said, “I need a beer pong partner anyways and I hear you’re the best.”
“I am pretty badass at it,” he grinned.
“Perfect,” I said, “Let me get dressed and we can head out.”
“You going to hide your tattoos?” John Michael asked.
“Nope,” I said, “I just need to curl my hair and change.”
John Michael nodded his head and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll be ready when you are,” he said, “The party starts at eight.”
“Alright,” I said and smiled up at him, “And Johnny.”
“Yeah,” John Michael said turning around in my doorway.
“Don’t stop being friends with who you’re friends with now,” I said, “I’m just not doing your homework anymore and taking your tests.”
“Alright,” he smiled, “Now get ready.”
It was my turn to smile and I shooed him out of the room. I then walked over to my closet and pulled out my favorite party dress. It was a black dress that had see-through lace on top of it. It came to mid-thigh and it hugged every curve perfectly (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85807199). I set it on my bed along with some cute black booties and I went into the bathroom to curl my hair and put on my makeup. I did a simple smokey eye and kept my foundation simple and flawless. I then curled my hair and walked back to my room and got changed. I then opened my door to see John Michael walk out of the bathroom with his hair pulled into a cute quiff.
“Well don’t you look all bad boy with your leather jacket and plain white tee,” I teased and John Michael turned around and shook his head.
“You need more clothes,” he said, “Go change.”
“No way,” I said, “I look hot. I haven’t felt this hot in ages.”
“Come on,” he sighed, “We’re late and Harry’s going to kill me.”
“Well he can kiss my ass,” I said as we left a note for our mom saying we were spend the night at friend’s houses since it was Friday night.
“I’m a bit excited to see what happens when he finds you tonight,” he said and I laughed.
“Shocked beyond belief trust me,” I said and John Michael grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.
We drove a couple blocks over and saw that the house party was already in full swing. John Michael parked in the driveway that somehow had a parking space and we got out of the car. We could hear the music from outside the house and there were people littered everywhere outside.
“Find me when you want to leave kid,” I said grinning at John Michael.
“Want me to introduce you to people?” John Michael asked.
“Well fuck me sideways,” I heard Andrew exclaim, “I haven’t seen your pretty face in ages.”
“You still smoke,” John Michael said shocked.
“I need some way to relax while doing homework John Michael,” I grinned, “Do you have a joint I can steal my very handsome drug dealer?”
“Always one for my favorite girl,” Andrew replied and I grinned taking it from him.
“Thanks handsome,” I replied and kissed his cheek.
“Anytime beautiful,” Andrew responded and I grabbed John Michael’s hand.
“I should’ve known,” John Michael chuckled and I winked at him.
“To the alcohol in the kitchen!” I exclaimed and we headed to the kitchen to find a keg.
I filled up two glasses for us and handed on to John Michael.
“Go find your friends,” I said, “Text me when you want to play pong. Don’t worry about me I can handle my alcohol.”
“Alright,” John Michael said and kissed my cheek, “Have fun.”
“Go get laid!” I exclaimed and John Michael just laughed and shook his head.
I then decided to go check out the scene. I walked out of the kitchen to find that the living room was made into a makeshift dance floor and people were dry humping each other.
God I miss this scene sometimes, I thought to myself as I made my way through the mess of people and into the backyard.
I was surveying who was all here by the pool when I felt someone come up to me and wrap their arm around my waist.
“Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone this fine evening?” a guy slurred and I rolled my eyes to see a red headed guy smile at me.
“Not sleeping with you buddy,” I said finishing off my beer and throwing the cup on the ground with the others, “There is not enough alcohol would make me sleep with you.”
The guy frowned and took his hand off my waist and turned to leave. When I turned he grabbed my arm but I quickly twisted and pushed him in the pool.
“Asshole,” I growled as people laughed and took pictures.
I then headed back inside to grab another drink. I made myself a mixed drink with more vodka than a normal person should drink and headed back outside. This time when I walked outside I decided to get a bit cross faded. I pulled the joint from my dress and walked over to the torches that were lit and used the flame. Once the joint was lit, I let the familiar fumes fill my lungs and I blew out the smoke.
“You really don’t have a stick up your ass,” I heard a familiar raspy voice.
“You’re the jackass I always pictured,” I replied knowing Harry was standing next to me as I smoked my joint and drank my alcohol.
“So you read my letter I take it,” he said.
“You read mine,” I replied in a bored tone.
“Mind if I take a hit?” he asked.
“Yeah I do,” I said and looked over at him to see him staring at me with curious eyes.
“Who’s your dealer?” he asked.
“What’s it to you?” I asked, “Looking for new customers?”
“You assume I sell drugs,” he said.
“You have to,” I said, “To live in a neighborhood like this and flipping burgers doesn’t do that exactly.”
“So you’re pretty insightful,” he said.
I finished the joint and turned to look at him.
“I had a totally different lifestyle back in the states Styles,” I said, “One that would put your lifestyle to shame.”
I then walked away feeling the high and the alcohol starting to take its missed effect on me.
10/27/13