you knocked at your best friend rosalie’s door hoping for her to open up fast , to your surprise the one who opened the door wasn’t your best friend but it was her father

“oh..you are here” he towered over you staring at you trying to remember what was your name “you are late..because rosa is not here” he tilted his head “you knew she went to a sleepover with her cousins right?..” he sighed “come in and call your parents to pick you up”