She woke up 20 minutes ago but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes.

Mr.Garonna has his arms wrapped around her while talking on the phone. His words are softly spoken, and his chests gently vibrates with them.

If she hadn't already taken a nap the vibration of his chest, would have lulled her back to sleep.

It wasn't like she was ease-dropping, just silently listening to his conversation. Okay, she kind of is ease-dropping, but for the usual reason. In the last 20 minutes Rosaline has noticed how relaxed and carefree he is when she's asleep compared to when she's awake. It's as if he puts up an invisible wall and it hurts. However, it is naïve for her to think that she was the only one feeling cautious.

Not wanting to see the wall go up, she focuses on keeping her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady. It would be easy if her casted leg wasn't throbbing like crazy.

Rosaline's so focused on keeling up the sleeping hoax that she doesn't pay attention to her surroundings so when the car stops her eyes snap open, startled.

"Hello Rosaline, how was your sleep?" Taking a peek at an amused Mr.Garonna, she shrugs.

"It was fine," she mumbles.

By the look on his face, Mr.Garonna knows of her little sleep performance. Embarrassed, she blushes and hides her face in his chest. Mr.Garonna laughs as her face begins to burn.

A quiet click has Rosaline turning her head to Bryce stand by the open door holding out his hand.

"Ma'am."

Mr.Garonna nudges her back and reluctantly she grabs Bryce's hand. He helps her out the car.

The gravel crunches under her feet and she looks around at her surroundings.

Woods. She's surrounded by woods, so thick and dense that it looks like no sunlight can fight its way in, giving the woods a haunted vibe. It's also looks perfect for exploring. Biting her lip, she takes a step towards the woods only to be lifted from her feet. A pout graces her lips as she begins to squirm in Mr.Garonna's grip. Why does he always have to pick her up?

"Rosaline." The warning does nothing to cease her squirming.

He lets out a noise of irritation before swatting her butt. She gasps and ceases her squirming, shocked. Did he just.... smack her...on the butt?

Rosaline gives him an icy glare. He ignores her glare and carries her up the wooden steps and to the front door opening it without a second thought.

Her face twists up in confusion. He didn't even knock. Rosaline's carried inside and she can't help but feel surprised.

Mr.Garonna is a wealthy man, so it's natural to assume that his friends would also be wealthy, meaning big, fancy houses and maids everywhere.

Here, however the house isn't perfect and could need much improvement not only that, but it feels homey, warm, it feels like you're right at home.

All the houses she's been to that belongs to the rich she's been to all were cold, distant almost as if you couldn't even breath freely, Mr.Garonna's house included. Being here, in this friendly like house for the first time, almost makes her want to cry.

Rosaline reigns in her emotions as the sound of low male voice reach her ears. She tenses. It was a given that she'd meet people as Mr.Garonna did say she was going to me his friends, but she expected them to be female. Not to be rude but Mr.Garonna doesn't seem very...masculine so having female friends made sense.

Mr.Garonna makes his way down the stairs and Rosaline can't help but grip Mr.Garonna's jacket in a tight grip, bunching the fabric together. Each stair groans in protest and the thought of them breaking from beneath them flashes through her mind.

If possible, her grip tightens. It's not until they make it down the stairs that the low voices stop. Shyness causes her to tuck her head in Mr.Garonna's neck, hiding away from the strangers.

Apparently, it's not acceptable because hands latch themselves on her waist before, pulling her away from the safe heaven Mr.Garonna provided. She makes a strangled noise from the back of her throat and stumbles when she set on the ground. The hands gripping her waist tightens and her fear and panic increases. It doesn't help when she hears scoff and grumbles, her heart jumping to her throat.

"Jared, why the fuck does she have a cast on her leg," a male rasps.

She trembles her and tries to focus on something, to distract her. Her brain latches onto the name Jared. Jared. Jared is Mr.Garonna's first name. She looks around scanning the room. It's just like upstairs giving off a warm and cozy vibe.

She calms down slightly though not enough it seems because arms wrap themselves around her.

"Calm down, these are my friends," Jared whispers. "No one is going to hurt you."

He makes sure that only she can hear.

No one's going to hurt me, she thinks. Then how come you hit me earlier.

Rosaline takes in deep breaths until she calms down and her heart rate goes back to normal. She looks at the men sitting on the couch staring at her.

"Hi Rosaline," one of them say. "My name is Dylan."

Even though she's no longer sweating and her heart isn't running a marathon, she's still scared. It tained her blood, stiffens her muscle, seeping into her bones.

Because your weak.

"H-Hello Dylan," she mutters. "It's nice to meet you."

Dylan is fairly handsome with shaggy blond hair, and green eyes that seem to glow against his pale skin. His tie matches his eyes, also standing out, against his all black suit encasing his lean yet muscular build.

No one says anything for a few moments and Rosaline worries that no one hear her. Dylan chuckles and looks over at the man sitting next to him, shoving him with his shoulder.

"The quiet dude next to me is Sebastian."

She turns her attention to Sebastian and for a second, she's confused. He has Jared's inky black hair, though longer than Jared's and Dylan's green eyes.

His skin is tanner than Jared and Dylan's and unlike the others Sebastian and built like a lumberjack and also encased by a suit. If it weren't for the fact that Jared told her they were visiting his friend, she would've asked if they were all brothers. Still the fact that Sebastian looks like both Jared and Dylan bothers her.

"Hi Sebastian, it's nice to meet you too."

Sebastian nods in greeting and Rosaline feels like Sebastian also shy about this whole situation. It makes her feel closer to him even though they just met.

Dylan reaches forward and plucks her from the ground and onto his lap. She pushes at his arms, trying to pull away.

What the hell is wrong with him? She's halfway off his lap when Dylan grabs her arms restricts her while pulling her to his chest.

She lets out a sound of aggravation and looks over her shoulder and at Jared who's now sitting in one of the armchairs a glass in hand. He just takes a swig of his drink, letting her know she's not getting any help from him.

"Put me down," she demands.

Dylan looks at her, like one would look at a child before, swatting her on the thigh. She jumps and looks at him in bewilderment.

Is this man serious? It hasn't even been 5 minutes and he's already laying a hand on her. Rosaline declares to herself that she doesn't like him.

"Put. Me. Down."

"No." Rosaline wants to smack the smile right off his face, she settles for giving him her meanest glare.

"What's your favorite color," Sebastian asks quietly.

She turns towards him as best she can with Dylan's arms around her and smiles. "Yellow."

"Why?" She shrugs. "I don't know, I guess because it's bright and I like bright things."

Sebastian laughs. Rosaline decides that she likes Sebastian.

"What's your favorite thing to do," Dylan asks and Rosaline can't help but feel bitter.

"Wondering around woods," she grumbles, giving Jared a look that causes him to laugh.

Dylan and Sebastian look confused.

"When she saw the woods surrounding the house, she wanted to go wander off, but I took her inside before she had the chance."

All the men chuckle and Rosaline can't help but swoon at how lovely their laughs sound. If only her laugh can be like that.

"What do you like to eat," Jared asks.

The answer immediately pops into her head. "Seafood."

And that's how an hour passes by, each of the men asking her questions and her answering them.

It isn't until the throbbing her in leg becomes unbearable that she closes her eyes, pretending that she needs sleep, adding a yawn to sell it.

"Tired," Dylan asks.

She nods and puts her head on her shoulder. While they were playing question and answer Rosaline realized that Dylan has sort of an attachment issue. Every time she would squirm or adjust herself to be comfortable, his grip on her would tighten and a look of fear and desperation would flash over his face, it was gone as quick as it came, but she couldn't help but to notice it.

Dylan gets up bringing Rosaline with him and she has to hold in a wince as her les throbs painfully, her casted leg feeling like a bowling ball.

They walk in silence around the house and she should probably look at where they're going just in case she needs to get out, but she doesn't, instead closing her eyes focusing on not crying.

A creaking door is heard and the next thing she knows she's placed on cotton covers. She sighs has her leg feels better propped against the covers.

"Goodnight Rosaline," they say synonymously.

They pull the cover over to her shoulders and walks out the door. As soon as the door closes, Rosaline grab a few pillows and placing them under her casted foot sighing in frustration when the throbbing doesn't cease like it did when it first touched the covers.

Giving up with trying to be comfortable she closes her eyes and imagines herself running through the forest, the smell of the trees, the feel of the humidity. This relaxes her to the point to where her imaginations turn into dreams.