So, this story is like a side, side project. Fanfiction is my side project for novel writing, and this is a side project for my fanfictions. That said, don't expect exceptional plot, writing, or anything else. I'm not going to put a whole lot of time into editing this because it's just for fun.
This is a fanfiction I am writing for one of my best friends, who wanted to have a fanfiction based off her.
So… Here it is.
Hope you enjoy! Or don't. Read at your own risk!
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the MCU themes, and I do not own the characters.
"Hey, Rose," I said, "Wait up."
Rosie stopped and looked back at me. Her fingers were tapping nervously against her thigh, and I couldn't help but think that this was just another odd behavior to add to the list. She had been acting oddly for the past week. Ever since that interesting spider bit her while we were watching Keylin and Dawn play tennis at state, she'd been acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.
And the spider was strange. We didn't have blue and green spiders in Central Illinois. I mean, maybe they exist somewhere in the world—I'm not a spider expert—but they don't live here. That's not even to mention the fact that the spider looked luminescent. Now, it was, admittedly, hard to tell for sure—Rosie had crushed the spider after all—but still, something strange was going on here.
"Yeah, Lanie?" Rosie flicked her eyes up and down the hallway before they rested back on me.
I bit my lip. This conversation was probably not going to go anywhere, but it needed to be said. "Are you alright?"
"Of course I am." She pulled her sleeves down farther on her wrists.
I was far from convinced. She said the words quickly. Too quickly. "No you're not. You missed two days of school, and ever since you came back you've been jumpy."
"I am not jumpy."
"Hey, Rose!" Moe shouted as she walked past.
Rosie jumped before recovering. "Oh, hey, Moe."
After Moe had walked past, I raised my eyebrows at Rosie. "You're not?"
"Okay, maybe I am a little, but it's just because…"
"Because…?" I prodded.
Rosie shook her head. "Nevermind forget it."
"Come on, Rose. Just tell me. Please."
She took a deep breath, and just as I thought she was about to tell me something, the warning bell rang for first hour.
"Sorry, got to get to class. Homework to finish you know." She ran off towards her first hour US History class.
I watched her go with suspicious eyes before I shook my head and walked to PreCalc. I'd get her to tell me next time we were alone. Stupid bell. I was so close.