𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 | CHAELISA (Eng. Ver)

I have something to tell you

Love is like a rose

And baby, let it grow

No one knows the secrets that you know

— White Roses, Charli XCX

It's a summer night when Lisa finds herself sitting on Rosie's bed, concern written all over her face as she silently watches her best friend walk around the room in circles, biting down on her manicured nails— the ones Lisa spent a whole hour painting earlier that day, and she knows she should be pissed off because, what the fuck, she drew those stars on Rosie's nails with all the love and care in the world, but Rosie looks like she's two seconds away from exploding and the last thing Lisa wants is to worsen her friend's situation.

"So," Rosie starts hesitantly, running her sweaty palms through her skirt, "I have something to tell you. A secret. A big one."

Lisa frowns. "You didn't kill someone, did you? Because I don't want to go to jail. I can't listen to IU there."

"Of course not," Rosie huffs, taking the empty space left for her on the bed. "But it's— kind of important to me? I mean, I never told anyone about this before."

Lisa's lips curl up, then she puts her hands over Rosie's trembling ones, trying to let her know that she's here and that she's willing to listen. Rosie's hands are cold despite the hot weather and Lisa's heart aches. There's nothing she hates more than seeing her favorite person in the world so disturbed. "Whenever you're ready."

Rosie closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and nods. Then, as slow as possible, she says, "I think I like girls."

Oh. Lisa can't say she never saw this one coming, because she did. She really, really did. A straight person couldn't have that many posters from girl group members and western actresses in their bedroom. Or that many Lady Gaga albums. Or a rainbow pin looking pretty in their backpack. Plus, for as far as they knew each other, Rosie never showed any interest in boys— the same way Lisa hasn't, and knows she never will.

Now, why is Lisa's heart threatening to jump out of her throat because of a secret that, deep down, she already knew?

"Oh—" Lisa says when she snaps herself out of her thoughts, squeezing Rosie's hand as a warm smile spreads through her face. "That's— that's great, Rosie, really. I'm so glad you trust me enough to tell me that."

Rosie releases a sigh, shoulders dropping in pure relief, and a smile of her own takes over her lips. Lisa couldn't look away if her own life depended on it. "God, I was so nervous. Not that I thought you would think I'm disgusting or something, no, it's just— first time saying this out loud and all that," Rosie pauses for a moment, then the smile on her face softens, her eyes becoming vulnerable. "I'm happy you're the first one to know."

Lisa chuckles, and she knows she probably looks like a fool right now with how wide she's grinning, but she finds comfort in the fact that she can't bring herself to care. "You're not that slick, you know? You've been singing Born This Way the entire week."

Rosie scoffs, but it's obvious that she's having a hard time trying not to laugh. "Please, I'm always singing Born This Way."

"That's my point, miss Park."

Rosie wastes no time before she hits Lisa with a pillow as revenge. Lisa manages to snatch the pillow from Rosie's grip, smirks viciously when the other girl rushes out of the bed, and cracks her knuckles before she announces, "Oh, it's on.". A secret. A big one."

Lisa frowns. "You didn't kill someone, did you? Because I don't want to go to jail. I can't listen to IU there."

"Of course not," Rosie huffs, taking the empty space left for her on the bed. "But it's— kind of important to me? I mean, I never told anyone about this before."

Lisa's lips curl up, then she puts her hands over Rosie's trembling ones, trying to let her know that she's here and that she's willing to listen. Rosie's hands are cold despite the hot weather and Lisa's heart aches. There's nothing she hates more than seeing her favorite person in the world so disturbed. "Whenever you're ready."

Rosie closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and nods. Then, as slow as possible, she says, "I think I like girls."

Oh. Lisa can't say she never saw this one coming, because she did. She really, really did. A straight person couldn't have that many posters from girl group members and western actresses in their bedroom. Or that many Lady Gaga albums. Or a rainbow pin looking pretty in their backpack. Plus, for as far as they knew each other, Rosie never showed any interest in boys— the same way Lisa hasn't, and knows she never will.

Now, why is Lisa's heart threatening to jump out of her throat because of a secret that, deep down, she already knew?

"Oh—" Lisa says when she snaps herself out of her thoughts, squeezing Rosie's hand as a warm smile spreads through her face. "That's— that's great, Rosie, really. I'm so glad you trust me enough to tell me that."

Rosie releases a sigh, shoulders dropping in pure relief, and a smile of her own takes over her lips. Lisa couldn't look away if her own life depended on it. "God, I was so nervous. Not that I thought you would think I'm disgusting or something, no, it's just— first time saying this out loud and all that," Rosie pauses for a moment, then the smile on her face softens, her eyes becoming vulnerable. "I'm happy you're the first one to know."

Lisa chuckles, and she knows she probably looks like a fool right now with how wide she's grinning, but she finds comfort in the fact that she can't bring herself to care. "You're not that slick, you know? You've been singing Born This Way the entire week."

Rosie scoffs, but it's obvious that she's having a hard time trying not to laugh. "Please, I'm always singing Born This Way."

"That's my point, miss Park."

Rosie wastes no time before she hits Lisa with a pillow as revenge. Lisa manages to snatch the pillow from Rosie's grip, smirks viciously when the other girl rushes out of the bed, and cracks her knuckles before she announces, "Oh, it's on."