𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 - TMR AU, Thomas

𝟢𝟢𝟥，𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

༺ THREE ༻

Job searching. Fishing. Looking. Discovering.

Whatever, I'm just gonna look for a job as an eighteen-year-old to help my parents pay for ballet.

And obviously they don't want to buy me clothes anymore. I'm too old for them to do so.

Sonya is already at school and both Mom and Dad are gone, which means Newt and I are eating breakfast at the same time. Despite how late I went to sleep, I still woke up early, and so did he.

The tension between us, the two bowls of cereal, and the table is thick. I'd cut a knife through it. The remaining anger left for Newt would gladly agree.

"How late is that Tommy coming over?" I ask.

Newt looks up from his food. "Eleven." And back down.

The way he chews irritates me. He's not chewing with his mouth open or making disgusting sounds, just... anger makes everything seem horrible.

Yet I can't stop myself any longer. "I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn't mean to say all those things."

He stops chewing. Looks up with wider eyes, almost looking confused. "You don't have to apologize. I said things. You defended yourself."

"I don't want to fight anymore," I add. Because man, I do actually hate fighting. I want the loveliest relationships with everyone, not this.

Newt sighs. "Neither do I." And swallows away his food. "I'm sorry, Rose. Don't say you're sorry too because you don't have to be sorry."

My gaze softens and right away, my heart warms up. This is the Newt I know. Kind, forgiving Newt who's sometimes like a mother.

"I was just upset after hearing the experience Tommy has with Janson."

"Does he do ballet, too?" I wonder. I smile at the thought. It wouldn't be bad knowing some other dancers here, even if they were male.

"Oh, no." A chuckle leaves Newt's mouth. "I can't even imagine him as a dancer. Nope."

"Then how does he know—"

"A girl, he knows, his best friend, told him. She's not just leaving Sports, because after Janson, also ballet. Watch out with that guy."

"And has this Tommy met Janson?"

Newt shrugs. "He has seen him walk around."

His reply doesn't satisfy me. He has seen him walk around. You can't judge someone like that without knowing them.

"I'm going to get ready," I announce before I start bickering with my brother again. "So I can find a job."

Newt tells me bye and I disappear back into my room, immediately knowing what I'll wear on this warm day.

A thin, white dress. I've noticed less people wear dresses these days, but I love them, so often don't hesitate in the summer. This white one comes to my knees, has some flowery details on the edges, and allows my skin to still breathe.

When I look in the mirror, green eyes stare back at me. The thing is that Newt has brown eyes, I have green ones, and Sonya has a mix of both. It's kinda cool.

My hair is a bit wavy. Blonder than my sibling's hair. Or... lighter. I use a lot of gel for ballet and it's bad to wash my hair everyday so you'll mostly see me with my hair up, but today, I let it down.

It hangs just past my shoulder blades. I would've gotten layers if it weren't for the constant buns. More volume, but again, it's also windy, so I'll be fine.