I wake up to see Jack on the other side of the bed, sleeping. I sit up and stretch, yawning. I look over and see my phone. I reach out and grab it. I see that I have a new text from Rosa Faith.

Hey, Cece! Wanna
come over for a bit?
*address* Can't wait
to see you!

          It was sent about a half hour ago. I feel a smile grow across my face and respond.

Sure, on my way.
See you soon!

          I take a quick shower and change into some jeans and a hoodie. I then head out and go to visit Rosa Faith, radiating excitement.

When I arrive, I grab the spare key from under the mat and unlock the door. I go inside and close the door quietly. I hear music playing softly from her bedroom. I tiptoe quietly in that direction.

          The door is ajar, open by just a few meager inches. I silently push it open. I peek in and see Rosa Faith was awkwardly dancing by the far side of the bed, absorbed in the music.

         I just stand there for a moment, taking in her profile. Her long as heck dark brown hair with red ombré on the bottom half-ish. Her dark skinny jeans and (most likely) some rock band t-shirt. Also, a black beanie is pulled over her head.

          I step in and walk over to Rosa Faith. I crawl onto her bed and stand on my knees behind her, a wild grin on my face.

          I reach down and grab her shoulders, yelling "Boo!" loudly right in her ear. She shrieks and jumps away from me, twisting around to see who it was, her hazel eyes filled with alarm. I fall back on the bed, laughing.

          "You scared me!" Rosa Faith yells at me, smacking my arm playfully.

          "That kind of was the point," I tell her, giving her a 'no duh' look.

          She just shakes her head in response and goes over to her dresser, grabbing a box. She turns and hold it out to me.

          "Here. This is yours. I thought you'd want it back," she tells me, a slightly solemn look on her face.

          I reach out and grab the box, placing it next to me. "Thanks, Shorty," I tell her, giving her a half-hearted smile.

          "Don't call me that," she reprimands me, but she has a smile on her face. "Anyway, want to draw?" She asks, a mischievous look in her eyes.

          A drawing competition. This should be fun. "Sure," I reply, with an equally mischievous look on my face. "Just don't complain when you lose, K?" I ask her, tilting my head slightly with a grin on my face.

          "As if I'd lose," she scoffs back at me, a grin also adorning her lips.

          "We'll see about that," I reply nonchalantly, with a slight shrug.

          "That we will," she says. "That we will."

          "What theme are we doing this time?" I ask, already thinking of ideas.

          "Um... Good question. I don't know," she replies, deep in thought.

          "I picked the theme last time, right? So it's your turn," she says, gesturing at me with her hands. I give her a playful glare.

          Then I think. What to draw, what to draw. 'You could draw Jack,' a voice in my head suggests. I brush it off and try to think of something else but can't. 'Guess we're drawing Jack, then,' I resign, sighing on my head.

          "Jacksepticeye?" I propose, shrugging my shoulders slightly, silently telling her that that's the only thing that I could think of.

          "Sure," she says, "Jack it is." She then grabs two pads of paper, before turning to me again. "Color or no?" She asks, furrowing her brow a bit in thought.

          I think for a moment. "Color," I decide, fiddling with my hair a bit, thinking of what I'm gonna draw. "And no Sam," I add, answering her unspoken question, making her shut her mouth.

          "Ok. Jack in color, no Sam, right?" She asks, making sure we both understand the rules.

          "Yep," I approve, nodding my head appreciatively. She hands me a pad of paper and sets a shoebox full of color pencils between us. She then puts down another shoe box filled with markers and pens. She then turns up the music, drowning out any other noise. I nod, thinking of what I'll draw.

          I drum my fingers silently on my leg, trying to think of a good idea. I think of the time I've spent with Jack. The moment in the bathroom flashes through my head. Him crouching on the floor, tears squeezing from between his squinted lids, blade at his wrist, desperation in the air.

          I quickly shake it out of my head. There's no way is draw that. Not in a drawing competition, at least. What else could I draw?

          Ah ha! Google feud! He was so happy then, it should be easy to draw. I bring the pad up to my folded knees and start sketching, the moment visible in my head.

          I trace the pencil across the pencil, slowly but surely bringing Jack's features into the paper. I finish the non-color version in.... Three and a half hours, I deduce, looking at my phone, ignoring the texts and missed calls I have.

          Now to color it in. The best part, if you ask me. Adding color really brings drawings to life, I love it. I rummage through the box, looking for the colors I need. I grab them, and hear Rosa Faith sigh loudly next to me, causing me to look up at her questioningly.

          "Want to take a break?" She asks, stretching her arms out in front of her. "I'm starving," she adds, wiggling her fingers around a bit.

"Yeah," I say, also taking this opportunity to stretch my arms and fingers.

"Well all I have is Ramen, so..." She says, trailing off at the end.

"We're having Ramen for lunch," I finish, starting the inevitable staring contest to determine who will make it. We lock eyes, each of us fighting to keep them open.

Finally though, as per usual, Rosa Faith blinks. I throw my hands up a little letting out a little cheer.

         "You may have gotten lucky this time, but I'll definitely win next time," she warns me, already heading for the door.

          "Yeah, sure you will!" I call out to her, on the verge of laughter.

         "Oh, shut up!" She yells back, laughter in her voice.

          I just chuckle at our routine and grab the box with my stuff in it, pulling off the lid. Might as well see what she brought me. I reach in and pull out a smaller box. I open it expertly, as I've done this millions of times. I tip it over gently and let the old Polaroid camera slip into my hand.

          I run a finger down the side, remembering when I got it. For Christmas one year, a gift from Rosa Faith. That particular winter has been rough on her, I have no idea how she managed to get this, but I was so excited.

               ¥¥ Flashback ¥¥
          "Sorry, Cece," Rosa Faith apologizes, head tilted down in shame and embarrassment. "I couldn't save up enough to get you anything this year," she says sadly, still looking at her lap shamefully.

          "That's fine, Rosa Faith. I didn't need anything anyways," I reassure her, wanting her to cheer up. She then pulls out a box, wrapped with a little bow on it.

         "Just kidding!" She cheers, holding out the gift to me.

          I just look at her in pure confusion, my gaze snapping between the present and her face.

          "What?" I ask, trying to wrap my head around it.

          "I was just kidding, Cece. Of course I got you a present. Here," she says, setting it into my stunned (slightly trembling) hands.

          "Come on, Cecelia. Just open it already," she cheers me on, practically bouncing in her seat, an infectious grin on her face.

          I grab the bow and peel it off gently, before reaching over and placing it on Rosa Faith's cheek, tapping it a few times to make sure that it'd stick.

         After that, I ripped the paper from the box. I froze at the sight of the box.

          "No," I said. "You didn't," I gasp in shock, staring at the box in horrified awe.

          "I did," she proclaims proudly. Come on, take it out, give it a whirl," she tells me excitedly. I just let out a little squeal and open the box, carefully pulling the Polaroid camera that's inside.

          I adjust it in my hands before pointing it up at Rosa Faith. "Say cheese!" I say, snapping a picture. The picture slides out the bottom. I grab it and wave it around a bit, waiting for the picture to show. I look at it and smile. Rosa Faith looks so happy. So carefree and lively. Which is rare for her.

          We spend the rest of the day messing around with the camera and dying the ends of her hair red (my gift to her). That was one of (if not my favorite) my favorite Christmas's.
               ¥¥ Flashback Over ¥¥

          I smile fondly at the memory, putting the camera back in its place. I look over to see what else is in the box.

          Multiple drawings of mine, all in various stages of completion. A few beanies that I always somehow managed to lose at her house. A pair of fuzzy socks. Some other random articles of clothing. A binder full of my photos. My actual camera. My braided leather bracelet, which I immediately slip on my wrist. And a few hair ties sitting pitifully at the bottom of the box.

I put everything back in the box carefully, cushioning my cameras with my beanies (after I put one on, of course).

I then hear a knock at the door, causing me to jump. "Rosa Faith!" I exclaim, putting my hand over my heart. "You scared me," I accuse, giving her a playful glare.

"That's kind of the point, isn't it?" She replies sassily, throwing my words from earlier right back at me.

I just shake my head at her in mock disappointment, sighing dramatically. Rosa Faith giggles at me, handing me a bowl of Ramen.

She sits down next to me with her own bowl and we both finish within minutes. We both set them aside, out of the way

Rosa Faith then turns to look at me, a solemn look on her face, all humor gone.

She gets up and returns with a hairbrush. She hands it to me before climbing back into the bed and sitting cross-cross. I turn to face her back.

I reach up and pull off her beanie, setting it aside. I then brush her long, thick hair. Both of us still silent, not having said a word since she entered the room.

When her hair is totally brushed, I start to braid it, twisting the strands around each other.

"I miss him," I whisper, mostly concentrating on braiding her hair, even though I've done this all the time.

"And... I still love him. I shouldn't and I don't want to, but I do," I confess, still playing with her hair.

          I finish up the braid, wrapping it up with a hair tie from my wrist. I grab the end and place it over her shoulder, placing the beanie back on at a haphazard angle.

          She laughs a little as she fixes it, but there's no true joy behind it. She turns around to face me, waiting for me to finish.

         "But... I love him less. I'm missing him less everyday," I finish, frowning slightly.

          "That's great!" Rosa Faith says, giving me a small grin. "That's progress."

          "Yeah," I mutter, unconvinced. "Really great," I say flatly, and so quietly that she doesn't hear.

I stare off at the side, wondering if Jack is ok without me there. I feel the edge of my lips turn down and my brow furrow at the thought.

"Hey Cece, you ok?" Rosa Faith asks concernedly, noticing my upset expression.

"Yeah," I say, nodding. "But I should probably be heading back," I say, getting up.

"Oh, Ok. Come over again soon, alright? Don't be a stranger. We still need to finish the competition," she says, helping me grab everything.

          "Thanks for understanding," I say gratefully.

          "Don't worry about it," she tells me. "Anything for a friend. For you, specifically."

          Just toss a smile her way and head back to Jack's apartment, box in hand.

When I reach the door, I realize that I don't have a key to get in. So I awkwardly adjust the box so I'm holding it with one arm. I reach up my free one to knock.

The door opens within seconds of me knocking, harsh footsteps filling those few seconds. The door swings open to reveal Jack, hair messy and eyes drowning in worry.

Once he recognizes me, he immediately envelops me in a hug, causing me to drop my box of stuff and stumble backwards a few steps.

"Where were you?!" Jack demands, pulling me away to look me in the face.

"I woke up and you were gone, no text, no note, no nothing. I was worried sick," he says, his words mashing together at the speed he's saying them and at his accent showing more the usual. He grips my upper arms tighter with every syllable that leaves his lips.

"I -umm- I went to visit a friend," I stutter, flinching back slightly, afraid of Jack's tight grip on my upper arms.

Jack's grip relaxes a bit when I flinch. He looks down to see the iron-tight grip he has on me. He immediately releases me when he realizes that he's hurting me.

"Sorry," he says, taking a few steps back. "I- I didn't mean to- I just- I'm sorry," he says shakily.

"It's fine," I mutter, rubbing my arm gently.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just worried when I couldn't find you. Guess I got a little excited," he explains, trying to redeem himself.

"It's fine, Jack. It was an accident, right?" I ask, waiting for confirmation. He nods. "Then you have nothing to worry about. You didn't mean to," I tell him, trying to relieve him of this unnecessary guilt.

          "Ok. And sorry about the box," he says, reaching down to pick it up. "I assume you want it in your room?" He asks, carrying it inside.

          "Yeah," I confirm. "Thanks," I say, still shaken up over his tight grip from earlier.

          'Get a grip, Cecelia. Jack wouldn't hurt you on purpose,' I scold myself in my head, following Jack up to my room.

Jack sets the box on my bed and turns to face me.

"Sorry again about this," he says, frowning, reaching out a hand to touch my arm gently. I flinch away, covering my face out of instinct.

Shock covers Jack's face, causing him to freeze in place, his eyes locked on me in horror.

I'm just staring back at him in silent, horrified, anticipation.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean- I would never...." He trails off, seemingly unsure of how to complete his sentence.

          "Sorry," I say, lowering my arms. "I didn't mean to..." I gesture towards him, "you know."

          Jack then steps towards me slowly, silently asking if this was ok. I nod slightly, bracing myself.

          He reaches a hand towards me, moving slowly, his eyes locked with mine, giving me the opportunity to stop him. I don't.

          His fingertips brush lightly against my cheek, causing me to shiver. He shifted his hand, so that he was cupping it with one hand. He steps even closer to me, making me look up to keep eye contact.

"I promise. No, I swear that I'd never hurt you," he whispers, swiping his thumb back and forth comfortably.

"I know," I whisper back, reaching up a hand to hold on to Jack's arm.

His eyes shift downward a bit, focusing on my lips. I do the same, for a moment. Focus on his petal pink lips.

He lowers his head a tiny bit, our lips oh-so-close. A tiny tilt of the head would bring them together.

         Jack is just beginning to tilt his head, closing his eyes, when a loud ringing chimes in loudly, causing us to jump away from each other, our faces practically glowing red.

          Jack pulls his phone out of his pocket, putting it up to his ear.

          "Hey Mark, what's up?" He asks, his voice a couple octaves higher than normal.

          "Yeah, I'm fine," he says, blushing a bit more and sneaking a glance at me. I bury my face in my hands to hide my red face.

          And my guilt. I almost cheated on Luke. I was *this* close. I crouch down, putting my weight on my heels. I sit back, resting my back against the door. I ignore Jack's somewhat muffled talking.

          I bury my face in my knees, pulling my hood up over my head. Embarrassment and guilt hitting me in waves.

         After a moment or three, Jack is done with his phone call. He walks over to me and crouches down to my height. He clears his throat to gain my attention.

          I glance up at him, fighting the tears that are begging to escape. My hood slips down, bringing my beanie with it. He sighs and runs a hand through his neon hair.

          "Cecelia, I'm sorry," he says, looking agitated. "But I gotta go. I gotta say goodbye to Mark at the airport," he says, looking up at me, an undecipherable emotion in his eyes.

          "I'd like to stay, but I don't get to see Mark that often," he says, giving me an apologetic look. "Sorry," he repeats, giving me a bashful, shy look.

          "It's fine. You'll be back later so it's fine," I ramble a bit, showing how nervous and embarrassed I am.

          "Yeah, I will. I'll be back soon, ok?" He says, looking reluctant to leave. I nod at him in response. He leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

          "See ya later," he says, walking out the door.

          "See ya," I whisper, watching him leave.
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Hey guys. Hope you liked this chapter. It's 3062 words (Minus A/N).
The song is 'Count on Me' by Bruno Mars. I think it describes Rosa Faith and Cecelia's friendship pretty well. Let me know if you liked it in the comments.
Also, I hope you like Rosa Faith. She is an OC submitted by LostSoul1607 (with my help), so thank her for the creation of Rosa Faith.
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