I want Rose to have a crush on everyone's hot sister...Damara is just so pretty??? And Meulin is adorable?? Porrim is infuriating but she's stunning?? Latula is cute and upbeat?? Meenah...hoo boy...Meenah is lean and tall...Rose is having a crisis
Meenah is like the textbook definition ofĀ āhot nā nastyā sheās allĀ ābetter than youā attitude with a rich mom and disregard for people who arenāt for herself and it is FRUSTRATINGLY attractive like yeah sheās an asshole but for some reason thatās hot and Rose hates it.
Latula is so spunky!! Sheās exciting and fun and she always has something to talk about and her brain races a mile a minute and Rose notes all the little ways that Latula is constantly in motion, a girl all made of motion and buzzing energy, her bouncing knees and the pencil erasers that bounce rhythmically off the desk to the tune of some unnamed song playing in Latulaās head on repeat, the way that anything left unattended winds up in Latulaās pretty mouth if it sits around next to her long enough, the twisting and braiding and unbraiding and chewing of her gorgeous hair, how her thumb and forefinger rub absently over the surface of anything textured that makes it way into her grip, sheās a goddess of energy forced down into a human shell and Rose could stare at her all day, just watching the way her eyes flick to the window, how she scribbles shaky doodles in the margins of her notebook because she has to go go go go go and nothingās ever fast enough until sheās outside whooping and hollering and riding her skateboard or bike or scooter or anything or just running, just running, moving, sheās got to GO, and when she goes she takes Roseās breath with her.
Porrim is two grades above Rose and thinks that makes her infinitely smarter, which infuriates Rose because two years isnāt THAT much difference in experience, yet Porrim sees herself fit to talk down to Rose like sheās some fucking child. Sheās got piercings and half of them she did herself, tattoos that Rose wants to trace down below the obstructive lines of Porrimās clothing, meticulously maintained hair and an air ofĀ āholier than thouā confidence while she acts like she invented feminism. Always picking a fight or looking for a reason to turn a conversation into a lecture, so fuckingĀ disdainful and it makes Roseās blood boilĀ and dear god if her lips and teeth donāt know exactly what theyād like to do to Porrimās pretty mouth and neck as a way to unleash that agitation.
Meulin cannot focus on one single goddamned thing, except for when she can. Sheās either off with her head in the clouds, or so focused Rose fears she might melt beneath Meulinās attention. She doesnāt know what to do with this kind of intensity, and yet she seeks it when Meulin is off in one of her spacey moods. She wears exclusively the cutest shit that Rose has ever seen and every morning when Rose sees her Roseās heart does a little double take, without fail. The two of them go to Hot Topic together and Meulin coos endlessly over the cute apparel while Rose pretends to be looking at the lipstick. Sheās phenomenal at character analysis and Rose has found someone who is her match, literately speaking, and Rose admires her with a dry mouth and a voice that catches, damnably, in her throat every time she speaks to Meulin.
Damara is a breathtaking duality, soft smiles and happy encouragement to those she considers her friends, to strangers, to any who have not wronged her. But to those who have wronged her. Oh god. Rose has watched with awe as Damara reminds everyone- adults, peers, underclassmen- who the top bitch around here is. Sheās hellfire in one fist and kindness in the other palm. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? No. Hell hath no fury like Damara wronged. Rose doesnāt know if Damara is the kind of person she wants to be, or be with, and every conversation leaves the fluttery feeling of standing next to a precipice, looking over the edge. Damara is amazing, breathtaking, she strikes awe with her beautiful smile and her excited chatter and that thick but charming accent, but Rose knows that there is power in her strong arms- always soft, Rose sees her put lotion on in the locker room- power in those excited hands, venom in the voice that makes Rose want to sing hallelujah. Each conversation leaves Rose feeling stupid, and normally Rose hates feeling stupid, but when itās Damara all she can feel is hot in the face.