118. Miss Satan Worshipper

Continued...

What?

And then she burst out laughing. 

Loudly. 

Like she had just cracked the greatest joke of the century. 

Rose's incredulous expression must have been answer enough because Aria cackled, doubling over as if she physically couldn't contain her amusement. 

"OH MY GOD," she wheezed. "This is too good. You—" She pointed at Rose, gasping for breath. "You *hexed yourself* into getting a terrifyingly obsessed admirer, didn't you?" 

Rose gawked at her, utterly speechless. 

"What the *hell* is wrong with you? Are you high on something? Am I gonna find drugs in this bag of yours" Rose pointed warningly towards Aria's bag left unattended on the floor. 

"Oh, come on," Aria whined, still grinning. "This is gold! I mean, the evidence lines up—creepy stalker, mysteriously appearing roses, a house decked out in cursed church decor—" 

"They're protective relics," Rose interrupted through clenched teeth. 

"Uh-huh. Sure, Witch Supreme." Aria smirked, leaning against the couch. "So, what was it? A passionate yearning spell? A soulmate-binding incantation? Did you write his name on paper and burn it under the full moon?" 

Rose shut her eyes and breathed. 

She was going to kill her. 

Slowly. 

Painfully. 

"I swear to everything holy," she muttered, "if you don't shut up—" 

"Ohhh, *now* you're calling on holy things?" Aria snickered. "A little late for that, don't you think, little miss Satan worshipper?" The way she slurred at the end, Rose caught on.

Rose groaned and threw a couch pillow at her head. 

"That's it!" Rose stood up from her seat and grabbed Aria's bag from the floor while she was still giggling on the couch poking at a cross she picked off a wall from somewhere.

Rose dumped all the contents of the bag on the coffee table and began going through the clutter. Aria was in no hurry to stop her it seemed. 

Rose picks up a small transparent packet of an unknown mysteriously white powder. She studies it for a second and shoots down the idea of testing it herself to confirm her suspicions.

"What is this, Ari?" Rose shows it to Aria.

"Oh that? That's just some harmless marijuana. You should try some to take a little edge off, you're awfully uptight today." Aria rolls her eyes getting comfortable on the couch and feet perched on the coffee table.

"Did you do any today?" Rose knew the answer already but still wanted to confirm.

Aria shrugged her shoulder, "Might have. But only a tiniest of smidge in the afternoon."

"Yeah, I can tell, since you're awfully annoying today." Rose deadpanned.

 Her light expression suddenly turned grim as she sat up straight.

"My mum would kill me if she finds out. That's why I came over here. Do not tell her find me until I am absolutely sober okay, Ro Ro? I am almost there."

"Almost there? Yeah, I don't think so." Rose shook her head at Aria who whined out. 

"You are still high as a kite. You are going upstairs and sleeping it off. I can not take another minute of drugged up Aria tonight, I have other things to worry about." She was trying to grab onto Aria's arm to lead her up the stairs in case she was feeling tipsy.

"Come on, don't be a buzzkill. Join me, Rosie, you could use a little letting loose." 

"Believe me, you do not want me high right now Aria." Rose counters against what was- alarmingly- increasingly sound like an enticing offer. She could use a little relaxation and the drug would do just that. 

It will make her forget. Forget all her problem and the root cause of all her problems, him.

"And then I'd do something stupidly daring like walking out the house and probing my shadowy visitor and get myself killed." that part she muttered under her breath as she yanked a protesting Aria to stand up.

"Fine, But I am taking a toy with me, in case I get lonely up there." She winks and dangles the particularly large cross suggestively over her own face.

Rose cringes at the idea of it, "Gross. Just keep it to yourself, I don't wanna hear you having a good time with with yourself."

"No promises, babe. I can be a bit much in the throes of plea-" 

Rose interjected before she could be more descriptive, "Didn't I just say, keep it to yourself- La la la la la." she resorted to loudly singing to herself when her best friend was not shutting up and became particularly descriptive about her endeavors.

And she said she was almost sober. Huh!

As the two girls left for upstairs being particularly loud, one of them forgot to do a little thing; something that she was going to regret the moment she steps back down. 

The curtains.

Rose left them open and the windows gave view to everything inside and everything outside.