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[/color][/i] osie had come to the conclusion that summer heat needed to be murdered in the most horrible way she could imagine. though it was still morning the temperature outside was almost too much to bare. she could feel the humidity sticking to her clothing and weighing down her entire body. to say the least, rosie was quite angered at the fact that on one of her days that she could actually explore the new town they had arrived at via bus (she wasn't too sure where she was at the moment, all she knew was it was a bit of a hick town) was the hottest of the whole summer. rosie, like anyone else, enjoyed good weather, the ability to wear shorts and bask in the sun. however, she rather despised sweating and she could sense that she was going to do a lot of that.

T[/color][/i] he small slender fingers that belonged to rosie walsh clasped around her new nikon camera, placing the viewfinder over her right hazel eye. in front of her she saw the landscape of a park that was situated next to a lake. it was a pretty site, not necessarily the most exciting thing to capture on camera. taking a quick photograph of the scenery, she let the camera fall back against her chest, courtesy of the strap. her optics scanned the area lazily, showing little care. that was before she heard something she hated. rosie's ears perked up at the sudden quack that came from the lake. she turned her attention towards a family of ducks that were paddling their little feet close to her. ducks were cute, she could easily admit that. but rosie hated how much noise the idiotic bird made whilst trying to get some grub. the little ducklings made awkward noises that were so tiny it was hard to pick up on. acting out on a whim, rosie crouched down and outstretched her hand, now feeling like the idiots she had been people watching the whole morning. the ducks were just out of her reach, which pissed rosie off to no end. "come here you stupid birds, i just wanna touch your bills!" she hissed under her breath, eying one duckling who looked like they might have been able to be swayed into approaching her. "common you little rat, i've got some.. uh-" rosie said quickly, looking around for something she figured a weird bird would enjoy. losing patience, she reached down to the grass and grabbed hold of a chunk of it, uprooting the greenery. "grass, i've got loads of grass!" though, by the time she had spoken and looked back to the family of ducks, they seemed to have retreated. "i fucking hate ducks," she finished, not rather pissed off at not only the heat but ducks as well. deciding not to look like an idiot any longer, rosie picked herself up off the ground and brushed off her legs from the random pieces of grass that had stuck themselves to her.
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if you said dexter was easily amused, you’d be correct. if you said dexter had the mentality of a twelve year old boy, you would be even more correct. so why was he at the park? to play on the playground and to feed the ducks, of course! but it was nice to spend some time away from the venue, too. he’d been so busy there and, even though he really did enjoy the music, it got tiring after a while. he’d heard them so many times and, no matter how many good they were, they got old. except some of the all girls bands. their outfits varied so often, and they somehow managed to – most of the time, anyway – get smaller… and smaller… and smaller. until they looked like taylor momsen at warped. some lingerie and a pair of huge pumps. it was nice. not as if that was the only thing dexter was looking at, anyway. he spent much of his time working the booth, helping people realize the true impact of breast cancer, selling shirts, and bracelets. dexter loved his job, and he would do it year around if he could. too bad most tours didn’t last twelve months, huh? the boy was busy during touring months and the times he wasn’t touring, he was working odd jobs, trying to keep a steady money flow and having practices with his own band. which were really just a bunch of fellow college drop-outs and best friends of dexter’s – they were the few people that could really stand dex’s attention span. which, in case you didn’t know, was unbelievably short. but dexter had a large heart and that usually made up for his short attention span in the end. dexter was easy to talk to and, most of the time, really easy to get along with.

the long-limbed boy pumped his legs as he swung on the swing, his hair flying back as he went up and falling in front of his face as he went back. it was a nice rhythm. plus, he loved the feeling of flying – it was free, exhilarating. and, as he was at the highest point, dex leg go and slid off the swing. for a total of three seconds, dexter was flying through the air. but, of course, he was soon falling, falling, fallen. dexter lay on the sand for a moment, staring up at the sky, blinking rapidly. that probably hadn’t been the best idea, but it was fun while it lasted and, in dexter’s mind, that was all that really mattered. the boy climbed back to his feet, glancing around at the children and adults who were staring, looking at him like he was crazy. one woman even grabbed her son and promptly left the park. oh well, their loss for leaving on such a beautiful day. the boy whistled to himself as he walked away and towards the pond, watching a cute girl as she leaned over and tried to get the duck’s attention. didn’t she know that you had to have food to give to the ducks to get their attention? duh. and then she offered them grass. what a silly, silly girl. dexter planted himself a few feet away, leaning on the little bench to wait for her to walk this way. he would make a nice entrance and tell her the rules of duck feeding.

everything happened in slow motion. she was walking and, in the next, dexter felt a tug on his foot only to realize that – way too late did he realize this – that his foot had been stuck out a little too far, and it was her foot that got gotten stuck on his. and next, her camera went flying… flying… kerplunk. right into the pond. a giggle bubbled behind dexter’s laugh as he looked at the girl, who was not face-flat on the grass. so laughing was insanely inappropriate for the moment, but he was dexter. the word ‘inappropriate’ didn’t register with him. plus, dammit, it was really, really funny.

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[/color][/i]osie yawned softly, looking around the small lake with a sort of irritation. she hated when things didn't go her way (which seemed to happen more often than she pleased) and those ducks were just taunting her, sitting at the other side of the lake and were staring at her with their black beady eyes. she felt the urge to jump in the lake and attack the idiot birds, but she doubted her ability of swimming. needless to say, she wasn't patient enough to swim and practically hated every moment she had to keep herself afloat. rosie quickly gave the ducks a quick glare before pulling herself away to detach her camera and the strap that was holding it safely around her neck. she hated to admit it, but the weight of the camera around her was starting to get to her. rosie really disliked being weak, which was quite a regular thing since she was so tiny. looking down at the lsd screen of her nikon camera, she clicked the controls eagerly and found herself looking through the images she had previously taken. there were mostly just pictures of bands performing and the crowd at the never say never tour. she could honestly say that by purchasing a really expensive high quality camera had seriously helped her photography, and she wasn't sure what she would do if she was forced to part with it.

S[/color][/i] he began to walk along the water's edge, her focus still captivated by her camera. as she flipped carelessly through her photographs, something strange happened. it happened almost at once and she was left very confused. rosie had tripped (on a leg? when the hell did random legs pop out from the middle of nowhere?) and went crashing to the ground. then she heard a splash. rosie was still confused, what was the splash? then she looked down at her hands and realized she was no longer holding her camera. lying there on her stomach, rosie was completely frozen. her camera was gone. her. camera. was. gone. she felt herself about to freak out inside, nervous vibes and a sickening feel rose up in her stomach. part of her life and most of her job was now ruined at the bottom of some lake in the middle of a nowhere town. then she heard it, the sound of a guy laughing. somebody was actually laughing. it would be an understatement to say that rosie wanted to beat the shit out of someone. still lying on the ground, she turned her head to the person close to her. he was the only person around and it was obvious to rosie that he was the one who had tripped her. "WHAT. THE. FUCKING. HELL! rosie yelled, now finding that in the heat of the moment she had practically jumped up from the ground. "THAT WAS MY FUCKING CAMERA YOU BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST ME! I SWEAR.." rosie then proceeded to use all of her might to punch the guy in the gut, hoping it would possibly hurt him. then again, she was quite weak. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING SHIT ON YOUR ANCESTORS YOU DICK! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY EVERY FUCKING CENT FOR THAT CAMERA IF IT'S THE LAST THING YOU DO!" rosie then realized her eyes were becoming rather blurry... then she recognized the fact she was practically balling her eyes out. "STOP FUCKING LAUGHING," she screamed out, unable to control the tears streaming down her face. she hated crying, it meant she wasn't in control. but hell, she wasn't in control anyways. this little fuck had just ruined a camera that was rosie's job, life and practically life savings.
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empathy had never been a strong point for dexter. in fact, he was rather taken aback at her sudden anger. his hands flew up in a defensive mode, though he couldn’t help but keep giggling. ‘i’m going to shit on your ancestors’? what the hell did that even mean? he let out another snort and shrugged helplessly, “it was just a camera.” he was then horrified to realize that she was punching him. dexter stumbled back, unsure of how to react. was he supposed to grab her or possibly even punch her back? no, he quickly decided that punching her back was not a good idea. so he just stood there and endured it, though it didn’t really hurt. at all. but that wasn’t the point. she was hitting him. he was surprised and a little bit bothered. dexter stared at her, eyebrows furrowed. she was really weak which explained why it didn’t hurt at all, but it was kind of like one of those obnoxious things. like when a fly buzzes around your head for a long time no matter how much you try to swat it away, “would you stop fucking punching me?” he snapped, taking her hands and pushing her back. not hard enough to knock her over (again) but enough to get her to stop. dexter began to pull off his shirt, “but fine, i’ll go get it.” he dropped it at his feet and slid off his manflops, taking a few steps towards the pond and sticking his toes in. oh god, it was really cold. he sighed, giving the girl a flat look. when he looked at her again, though, he noticed the tears and his smile disappeared, “oh, god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to trip you. oh, god, please don’t cry. shit.” his eyes widened, and he took a nervous step towards her and then back again, realizing that she probably didn’t want him to be any closer than he already was.

to attempt at making it up to her, dexter took a deep breath and slid into the water. he whimpered for a moment but took a deep breath and ducked underwater, searching the mossy, moldy, disgusting, probably parasite infested ground to find a camera that was already so far gone. but dexter was too slow to understand that. so he just endured the disgusting, freezing water. he had to resurface a few more times, but he eventually found it and dragged himself back out, collapsing in front of her feet, holding out the camera. “i really… hope you… have some… insurance for that thing.” he mumbled, his face in the grass, water dripping from his hair and his shorts. dexter had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, as was obvious. but the fact that he jumped into the pond for a camera that was so long gone seemed to top the stupidity meter. he really did feel bad, though, for ruining her camera. and he felt even worse that she was crying. dexter hated tears more than anything else. they made him feel horrible and dirty and just… horrible.

[ROSIE CAROLYN WALSH]

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[/color][/i]motion was not a thing rosie enjoyed being plagued with, she preferred to have as little care towards things so she didn't get "close". perhaps because it used quite a bit of energy and she was kind of lazy. though, as a photographer she was really attached to her camera. it was sort of a safety blanket, that one thing that just made her comfortable. in a way, her camera was like her best friend, though it sounded like a total crazy thought. the fact that her camera was sitting at the bottom of that lake and was not going to come back to her was a strangely very depressing thought. her reaction to the guy was perhaps quite (okay very) hysterical, but she couldn't help how.. distressed she felt about the loss of her camera. she was left wondering if she would still have a job (she was going a bit overboard, she would obviously just get another camera) or how she was going to deal with the fact she couldn't just snap a picture anywhere she went. so there rosie was, punching this random guy in the stomach. she was strangely enough feeling a bit better with the situation by hitting him, though she knew that was probably the worst possible way to relieve the way she was feeling. it wasn't a surprise to rosie when she was pushed away from the guy. she wasn't going to lie, the shove did hurt a bit and left her soft of off balanced, but as much as she didn't want to admit... she deserved it. "you deserved it," rosie said quietly, crossing her arms unhappily.

R[/color][/i] osie was kind of just... standing there for a few moments, wiping away her tears because she felt like a total idiot. she heard the guy speak, but it took her a moment to register what he had said. "what the-?" she managed to choke out before she saw him climb into the lake. she could admit that she had seem some really stupid people in her day, but this guy definitely made number one. he was going to retrieve her absolutely ruined camera from the bottom of that random lake, thinking that it was going to end up fine? rosie could easily say it was a nice intention, slightly cute as well, but completely ridiculous. moping up the rest of her tears (she probably looked rather gross, but she really didn't care anymore), she watched the extremely stupid guy dive down and try to retrieve her camera. it took him a couple of times before he surfaced with the mangled looking device and he proceeded to wade over to the water's edge. "you're fucking crazy" rosie spoke under her breath, as she picked up the completely ruined camera in her hands. she mentally laughed a little at what he said, as it came as a huge relief and a reminder. "you're lucky i do, buddy, i might have had to sick my dog on you," she gave shortly, still playing attention to the waterlogged electronic. he didn't need to know she didn't own any animals.
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while rosie rarely was one to get close to others, dexter was rather the other way. he loved making friends, and he was usually the clinger. unless he got hurt by one of them. then he was the type that ‘forgiving and forgetting’ didn’t go for. in fact, he was the type of friend that you would lose as soon as you stabbed him in the back. dexter had trouble forgiving people. even if he tried, what they did to him clouded his mind, and it hindered their relationship so badly that dexter just gave up trying. that and the point that, if he got close to people, he more got to know them rather than them knowing him. very few people – if any – had learned who dexter really was. in fact, he wasn’t really the happy-go-lucky person on the inside. sure, he hid it well, and he often was happy. but, a lot of the time, dexter was upset. disappointed in his own failure as a student and a son. but no one knew that because dexter felt that to keep other people happy, he had to be happy, too. plus he hated it when people fretted about him and since dexter was such a seemingly happy guy, a single frown from him was often taken the wrong way. after all, god forbid he ever be serious or anything. but that was just dexter. happy, easily-excited, kind of stupid, a total sweetheart, and the biggest dweeb you’d ever meet in your life. well, other than halvo, anyway. “i know i deserved it, but it doesn’t mean you had to do it.” he mumbled, rubbing his stomach.

so there he lie, drenched, shivering slightly, and somewhat pissed that he’d just jumped in there and all he’d gotten was a ‘you’re fucking crazy’. he pushed himself to his feet and ruffled his hair, sending droplets flying everywhere. he looked at the small girl, raising his eyebrows, smirking, “that’s alright. it’s better to be crazy and spontaneous than boring and predictable, right?” dexter looked at her expectantly, awaiting an agreement. “oh please, dogs are automatically attracted to me. i just have this fantastic natural body odor that makes dogs flock to me and lick me. or sometimes hump me. but that’s just because i’m really, really sexy.” dexter wiggled his eyebrows for affect. she was really, really pretty, raccoon eyes or not. she was short, blonde, and just… adorable. right up dexter’s alley. of course, the attitude could use an adjustment, but dex had always liked them feisty. nothing was worse than a boring girlfriend that only whined and didn’t know how to stand up for herself. those kind of girls always bore dexter, and they were the rare girls he clung to. dexter had a bad habit of liking girls and dating them before he got to know them, and they almost always landed with heartbreak on one side or the other. not that dexter had ever really gotten his heart broken – he usually moped for a day or two and then shrugged it off and moved onto the next girl. it was a bad habit but over the summer, it usually slowed down thanks to the constant traveling. plus dexter didn’t like many of the girls on the tour. three out of four of them slept around too much, drank too much, and cheated too much for his taste. this girl, though, was different.

“hey, you wanna go out sometime?”

[ROSIE CAROLYN WALSH]

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[/color][/i]osie ignored his comment about her choice in punching him, not really caring much more for the topic. she dropped the pretty much destroyed camera to the ground, not seeing much point in holding on to it any longer than she had to anymore. everything felt very off. for one, she no longer had a camera, which was a very offsetting experience for her. on top of that, she looked like a complete mess, with her eye makeup probably looking absolutely atrocious. rosie, like any girl, enjoyed when she felt she looked nice and felt severely uncomfortable and uneasy when she looked the opposite. surprising as it seemed, rosie wasn't actually that confident at any time in her life. she never felt exceptionally good looking and really didn't like her appearance for a long time. that could have partially been because of her mother's screwed ideas of what constructive criticism was. she knew that her mother didn't mean to be rude, but it did still hurt. so standing in front of this person who she didn't know, who would be basing their first opinion of her while she looked pretty ugly wasn't exactly her idea of a comforting thought. as she heard him speak, she rose her eyebrow in a quizzical manner before saying, "yeah, that wasn't crazy or spontaneous. what you did was just plain stupid and made you look like a total dumbass" okay, so rosie wasn't exact the most charming girl around... that much being obvious. she really couldn't shut her trap from talking back, it was sort of like a disease she had (..not really). of course she felt sympathy towards the young man heaving for breath, but she did look at the facts. it was his fault, completely and totally his and he pretty much deserved everything he had gotten so far. it was him who tripped her and ruined her camera.

A[/color][/i] s rosie listened to this guy's next line, she couldn't help but to mentally slap him. he was definitely... one of a kind? "that's disgusting," she let out, unable to help herself. she really didn't have anything else to say on the topic, she really didn't know what to say. that was saying something, considering she pretty much always had an opinion. what came next was what really shocked rosie. "hey, you wanna go out some time." before she could even think, she blurted out, "no. i don't." rosie did not date, she did not go out on dates, she didn't even flirt. if there was an option of being an asexual human, rosie would have been right up in there, never having to see another male. she was probably the worst candidate for a date, as well. she didn't believe in love, she was rude and sarcastic, her ability to be intimate was around zero. there was no way in hell she would go on a date with this guy, regardless of how good looking he was.... shirtless.... wet.... rosie snapped herself out of it, vowing to herself that she would see this guy as an overweight sixty year old man from that point on.
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dexter couldn’t help but laugh out loud when she called him a dumbass, thoroughly smitten and amused with this girl, “ouch, that one hurt. i jump into a parasite infested pond for a camera that doesn’t even work, and you throw it to the ground, not even bothering to check the memory-chipy-thingy and you call me a dumbass. what does a guy have to do around here to get a thank you? or are you just playing hard to get?” you see, he didn’t always mean to flirt. but, most of the time, he just did. flirting came so naturally to him that he didn’t even have to try to do it. whether that was good or bad was yet to be discovered. it – most of the time – got him with a girl, which was nice. whether it be into a bed or into a relationship varied often. it depended on the level of alcohol dex had consumed, how long it had been since his last relationship, and how adventurous he was feeling. he’d never been the type to sleep with girls, but he was known for making out with them and, right when they expected more, packing up and leaving. he honestly believed that sex was strictly for if you were in a relationship. but, even when he was in one, he often felt like it just wasn’t right. okay, so he’d had one or two drunken flings, and he’d also slept with a girlfriend or two, but he was in no way to be considered a bed-hopper or a man whore or any of those other type of titles that, for some odd reason, people were glad to have. dex realized he hadn’t even introduced himself. he suddenly thrust his hand out, “my name’s dexter, by the way.” he grinned in a very cheesy fashion, but it was on purpose. just to get under her skin a little more because, damn, it was fun to see her squirm.

disgusting? she hadn’t heard disgusting yet! when dexter was in seventh grade, he did a whole report in science class about bodily functions and how it was immature to laugh about them. this report had gone into rather great detail, along with pictures, sound, and demonstrations. it had resulted in a girl demonstrating one on accident (puking) and kids laughing so hard they peed themselves. it had been the greatest day of dexter’s prepubescent life, even though he’d only gotten a ‘d’ on the presentation. his teacher was such a bitch. but that was definitely a story for the second date. or maybe the third, depending on how they hit it off on the first and second. because there would be a first date, even if dexter had to fight for it. ah, rejection. what a sweet, sweet sound. dexter had always been the type to brush off rejection and jump right back into it. he shrugged, not at all bothered, “you didn’t even think about it. at least do me the favor of thinking about it. it’ll be just one date. unless you like me – then i might ask you out on another one.” he grinned cheekily again, giving her a shameless wink.

[ROSIE CAROLYN WALSH]

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[/color][/i]he really didn't know what to say to this guy. he was probably the stupidest guy she had ever met. "you chose to jump in that pond, after you were the reason it was there in the first place," rosie corrected him, "my camera was at the bottom of a fucking lake. do you really expect it to work?" rosie thought over the last thing he said, she scrunched up her nose some and proceeded with a simple, "why the hell would i play hard to get?" the idea of her trying to be flirtatious was a hilarious thought to her, seeing as she would just fail really badly at it. she really didn't like being close to other people, she just didn't see it fit for her. she liked the solitary life, the way she only had depend on herself. rosie had learned the hard way sex was not her go to thing. in fact, she rather despised it. though, that partially had something to do with the fact that she had it with a total stranger because she was on one of her "pissed as shit angsty" moods and needed to get something out of her system. needless to say, that was probably the stupidest decision. not only was the person she had sex with a terrible lay (or maybe that was her, she didn't know) but she also still felt angry. she pretty much deserted that outlet almost as soon as it had begun, and pretty much never had sex again. then again, she was only eighteen so it made sense. her thoughts were interrupted by the guy in front of her, yet again. "dexter? holy fuck you're parents must have hated you," she gave, completely avoiding the question of her name and his hand, which was outstretched in front of her.

I[/color][/i]t was hard to that "dexter" seriously, at least it was for rosie. he was just such a... such a dweeb. he seemed quite stupid and way to happy, which slightly annoyed rosie. perhaps it was because she knew nobody was actually as happy as they may perceive to others. or, that was just another one of her stupid beliefs talking. her mouth hung slightly open after she heard him speak, slightly awestruck at how forward he was. "okay, i suppose i can think about it," rosie said with a fake brightness, before giving a cliche look of her "thinking". "yeah, i'm still going to say no, that's not going to change," she finished, trying to ignore him giving her that strange wink she really didn't like seeing. she really didn't understand dexter's persistence, rosie was sure as hell if she was in his position she would have walked away the second that she was tripped. then again, he did appear to have some problems in the head, either that or he was simply an insanely big dumbass. she guessed the latter, even though it was possible he had some sort of adhd. she was extremely tempted to just walk away from the situation, but doing that seemed even too rude for her. she just wasn't accustomed to leaving a conversation until she stated it was, or something along those lines.
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from a young age, dexter had been taught that being as forward as he is was a bad thing. he was taught that he should ease into the water, not just jump in. but dex had never liked that because you always seemed to run out of time. his aunt ran out of time, and she had tried to ease herself into her lifestyle. by the time dexter had completely eased himself into high school, it was over. he had no intentions on doing it again. the boy shrugged at the pretty girl’s bad temper and rude words, “…so? i still jumped in a pond – it’s a pond, by the way, not a lake. yes, there is a difference – and got it for you. the least you could do it try to make it work. you might be surprised at the outcomes you get from trying.” sure, dexter also knew there was no chance in hell that it was going to work (he’d never understood that saying, by the way – there really was no chance in hell, so why would you use that as if there was a potential of getting a chance?), but he’d always been the type to try anyway. the type that would check, even though he knew the door was locked. that was just him. the boy’s ridiculous grin returned once she asked why she would play hard to get. he patted his nonexistent abs – or, okay, the one ad he may have had – and just shook his head, making a small ‘tsk’ noise, “because you love this bod, obviously. i mean, damn, look at it.” he was kind of a bitch, but you had to love him for it. dexter liked being somewhat arrogant and full of himself. it was better than being all nervous and insecure about yourself – you were you and that was all there was to it. why try to change? his smile faltered as she mentioned that his parents must have hated him, “they thought it was intellectual sounding. and, for some reason, they thought my name would somehow boost my brain function. oops.” he didn’t mention the fact that his parents really did hate him. or at least were refusing to talk to him until further notice.

dexter studied the short, blonde girl for a moment, trying hard to pick up on any traits. sure, he knew she had a rather bad attitude and a quick, sharp tongue. he knew that she was a photographer by the size it and how badly she’d freaked out when it fell into the water. dex also knew that she didn’t really like people – he could tell by the way she blew off the introduction and by the way she reacted when he spoke. but whatever, a lot of people acted surprised around him. they didn’t expect his excitement, his enthusiasm over everything, “well – i’m gonna call you… camera-girl since i don’t know your name yet – camera-girl, i really think you should give me a chance. any guy that jumps into a pond to retrieve a camera that has no chance deserves a chance himself. i mean it’s really the least you could do. i’ll buy dinner?” there was no way dexter was going to take no for an answer. he would bother her until she said yes, even if it lasted until evening. he would get her, oh he would.

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[/color][/i]oly crapzilla, rosie could not believe how stubborn and completely idiotic dexter was. she was really wishing she could just like... smack him? she doubted that would increase his brain capacity or make him shut up. "do you really think i give a shit if it's called a lake or a pond? it's still fucking water either way," rosie spoke, pursing her lips after the fact. her face contorted as he requested her to "try" and fix the camera. she looked down at the ground where her destroyed camera laid, keeping her gaze towards it for a few seconds before looking back at dexter. "look- i don't know if you can understand, but my camera is ruined. there is no point in checking, that's a waste of my time," she stated, getting rather irritated at the way he seemed to be so oblivious. part of rosie made her think that he was just speaking to get a rise out of her, which was quite possible. people had a horrible past of annoying her just for the hell of it, simply because they discover that she's easily irritated. so perhaps rosie did have something against people. she really didn't like to hear their opinions, thoughts, or pointless ramble. humanity were the ones who created war, poverty, inequality, environmental issues, corruption and heartbreak. rosie couldn't really think of how they were a benefit to the world at all, though it was quite a depressing thought. all they did was fight, destroy natural resources and generally be bitches. "yes, i am looking at it. it's not very special," rosie lied through her teeth, deciding to look away at the ducks floating aimlessly at the other side of the pond just as she opened her mouth to speak. rosie's eyes retreated back towards dexter, though she managed to keep them away from his lack of a shirt. she managed to let out a small laugh before saying, "looks like they were shit outta luck then."

R[/color][/i]osie narrowed her eyes at dexter, rather displeased at the fact she was still conversing with him. she really just wanted to turn around and stalk back to the buses. she was still extremely pissed off because of her camera and really just wanted to sulk and eat banana pancakes that were drowned in maple syrup. but something just made her stay, perhaps it was the fact she did in fact find dexter attractive, even though she thought of him as a total dimwit. it also felt pretty good to be able to turn someone down... empowering, even. "fine. i'm rosie," she said cautiously, as she was only telling him because the thought of being called camera-girl was just too idiotic for her brain to handle. "you're the reason my camera was there in the first place, so no... you really don't deserve a chance," rosie spat, rather annoyed at how this guy was being all self-righteous when he was the one who had fucked up in the first place. "and i sure as hell don't need someone buying me any dinner, i'm not fucking poor!" okay, she totally was poor, but that was besides the point.
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