Wasn't it funny? Charlie had no idea of the dark underbelly that was taking residence in this fair town. Werewolves and vampires were the stuff of movies and books, meant to be kept in the imagination. Yet, right here in her living room, right under her nose were two werewolves and one little vampire. Rosemary thought it was funny. It was the only funny part of this situation because everything else was sliding into not-funny.
Charlie was talking to the other girl, this werewolf and a lot of things were being said that Rosey didn't like. Forget the little vampire. There was another threat and it looking at her like she was the dumbest person on the planet. "Who are you calling a novice?" What was this chick's name again and why was she over here? More importantly, why had Rosemary never heard of her before? Maybe she had. Charlie did talk a lot about stuff with Royce and for the most part, Royce relayed any important need-to-know information back to her. Information about THIS girl would have been nice ahead of time. Rosemary still didn't know what to make of her. What in the world was she talking about? Trailers? Professionals? "I'm not a baby, thankyouverymuch!" Her eyes narrowed to slits, having to pause in her coloring to put the right amount of focus into glaring daggers at this so-called friend of Charlie's. Please. Baby.
Help? Charlie had called this girl in for help? What kind of help? Help against ... the fang? Rosemary raised an eyebrow and lifted her glare as she glanced to Noah. No, she decided quickly. He seemed about as confused with everything going on as she was. But he didn't look as edgy as Rosey was starting to feel. She had never been good with girls. The only girl she had ever gotten along with was Charlie and that had taken her over twenty years. How was she supposed to deal with this new girl?
When the other werewolf turned her focus back to her, Rosemary seriously considered making a dash out the front door. Or a window. She knew what this girl was here for and she was not happy about it. Her face turned red and she went back to her coloring, furiously skating her blue crayon over the flower petals. "Never said I liked anyone," she muttered, feeling more than just a little embarrassed. "I just need to know how boys work." Simple as that. There was no love connection or torrid details to share. It was none of this girl's business anyway. She had asked Charlie for help. Not anybody else.
Her curiosity sparked suddenly at the girl's mention of a 'plan'. Rosemary paused and slowly looked back up. "You mean ... a plan of attack?"