Sorry! Re-posted! :)
Rose looked away from Bart as he tried to talk her into liking his girlfriend. She didn't care that he had a girlfriend, it wasn't like she even liked Bart in that way, anyways. It was just that she didn't care to be friends with his girlfriend or anyone, really. She didn't need friends. Everyone close to her previously had either died or been outright assholes, so fuck them.
"Fine. Whatever," she responded curtly. She wasn't making any promises, that's for sure. Making friends with his friends -- girlfriend or otherwise -- wasn't in the cards. She didn't need them and she was fine with that. Life was good as is. Why did Bart even care that she was friends with his friends? Why did he even care at all? Rose and her life weren't his problems. So, what was his problem?
She stewed over her thoughts as he asked her if she wanted anything else with the grilled cheese sandwich. "Sure, chips," she responded, the previous annoyance in her voice subsiding slightly. "Holy cheese," she said looking at the very gooey grilled cheese sandwich as it was placed on a plate for her. "Looks good."
Wally had entered the room as Bart was handing over the grilled cheese sandwiches. He acknowledged Rose and she was admittedly a teensy bit thankful for the distraction. "Hey," she nodded in Wally's direction.