#rosefox?

Borrowing @littlemisssquiggles‘s lovely Rose Fox for this crack piece. I remember her writing something about Rose about she’s meant to help bring Ruby and Oscar together ... I went wild to say the least XD

“You gotta be confident,” Rose tells him. Her hand is a welcome warmth on Oscar’s shoulder. “Ladies love confidence. It lets them know that you’re a capable person.”

Oscar nods accordingly. His eyes shone with determination, eagerly eating up whatever advice whatever Rose had to offer him. Oscar had very little knowledge in courting ladies other than the (recently come to acknowledged) old fashioned advice his uncle had to give him which was walk to your lover’s parents and ask for their blessing for marriage. Oscar’s dearly departed uncle meant well but Oscar was seeking to hold Ruby’s hand at the gala, not in marriage. He figured Rose would know what to do. Who knew women better than women themselves?

Rose comes to a stop, Oscar following in suit. Every fibre of her being possessed a confidence and forthrightness Oscar could only dream of possessing. “All you gotta say is: Ruby Rose, will you be my date to the Schnee Gala?

“I would love to!”

The declaration sounds wide and clear. Rose freezes, her mouth hanging agape. Oscar peeks over Rose’s shoulder to see Ruby standing, smiling brightly, her eyes shining with excitement as she happily strides over to Rose. Rose turns slowly, with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression still on her face. 

Ruby takes Rose’s hand, beaming warmly at the shorter girl. “I’d love to be your date to the gala!”

Oscar stares. Rose stares. Every plant in their vicinity had to be staring. The pigeons infesting the rooftops had to have their gaze on the three of them. Hell, even the obscured sun had to be peeking through to clouds just to witness this train wreck unfolding. It was only Ruby who was unfazed, chirping on about “Yes! Finally got a date!” and “Continuing to pursue my sweet Beacon dreams”.

Oscar manages to snap out of his (shocked) daze to ask, “How long were you there?”

“Oh, just a few seconds,” Ruby answers cheerily. “Oh!” Shock and horror takes Ruby, the colour draining from her face. Ruby jumps back, bowing deeply to Rose. “I’m so sorry! I took your confession from you! You were probably hyping yourself up to say that.”

“Um,” Rose says eloquently. 

“I’ll make it up to you. We’ll get dinner before then with a few of my friends.”

“What?”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at six!” With that, Ruby places a sweet kiss on Rose’s cheek and happily skips away, humming an airy tune. 

Rose turns back to Oscar, still in shock. For a few seconds, she said nothing, digesting what had just happened. Oscar’s mind was running through complex mathematical equations to figure out how this happened.

“I think I just stole your girl, Oscar,” Rose finally says. 

Oscar claps his hands over his face. “Oh my gods, ROSE!”