Rose's POV:

The next day was spent quiet. Everyone was Exhausted and hungover, so our rule was no loud noises and whoever hurt the least had to go out and get supplies. Coincidentally, that unlucky person was me.

"God damn you fucking hungover bastards. I hope you all burn in hell someday." I muttered angrily as I left the bus.

"Love you too, baby! Remember to get more beer!" Andy called a little too loudly, making the rest of te band since and cover their ears.

"not so loud! Fuck," ashley complained.

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I took a taxi tI the closest store and started To wander through the many aisles, casually glancing throughout the list the guys made me bring. I ignored the several listings of alcohol and instead focussed primarily on the other necessities. Apparently I was so focussed that I didn't even notice a tall figure looming over my small frame.

"Ooof, hey watch where you walking, jackass," I muttered sourly, glaring up at whoever was in my way.

That was when I noticed who it was.

"Oh my god, hey Chris! Sorry, I guess I didn't see you there. What are you doing here?"

He grinned, "it's no problem, Rosie. Stocking up on beer and other things, the guys sent you out also?"

I laughed warily, "yup, those assholes can be very persistent when they want to be."

"well, they shouldn't treat a lady like yourself with such disrespect. Hell, if you lived with us, you'd never have to lift a finger," Chris announced, smiling at me.

I shrugged, "I don't mind that much. I mean, I drank the least, so naturally, they should rest."

Chris shook his head, "you should be treated like a princes. And you're welcome, by the way, at the MIW anytime."

"thanks," I smiled, "I may take you up on that offer. Care to join me with my shopping?"

he he grinned and offered me his arm, "I'd be honoured."

Then i took his arm and smiled to myself, my boyfriend at the back of my mind at the moment and found myself focussing on the man attached to my arm.

Notes

Ooooh
drama between Rose and Chris! So what do you ship more, Randy or Chrose?