kill the noise

“I’m definitely not in the mental state to get to know anyone else better. If anything, I want to get to know myself right now.”

“There are way too many weird regimens and objects supermodels use to maintain our... aura. I don’t know if I want to get into it but... definitely my closet dedicated to waist trainers is a weird one.”

“My dogs are officially home with me!”

“My grandmother. I’m actually named after her, her name was Rosa. She passed away right before my wedding and it was something that hit me very hard. I miss her dearly.”

closed starter : @therosalia​ 

                                     it wasn’t hard to pick the lock , even as a high risk system like the one she had . he drops the bag next to the couch and makes himself at home , grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass . he lays on the couch but as figitve as he was , he begins to look around the house and sees a couple of papers that read huntington divorce , his brows furrowed and he opened the folder reading something he could not believe . hearing the door open , he sees his kid sister  “ you got divorced ?    ”

Rosalia had had a long week. She was officially a divorced woman and she could feel the difference already. She was tired of explaining what happened over and over again but hey, that’s what you get for being married to a notorious family. Barging into her house after a meeting with her agent, she came to a hard stop when she saw the familiar stature inside her residence. “Uh... hello to you, too?” She said, closing the door and looking at him in confusion. “Yes. Last week. It’s official,” she explained. “But the real question here is, what the hell are you doing here, bro?” She asked, dropping her purse onto the floor and kicking off her stilettos. 

Her comment prompted a laughter to leave his lips as he raised his beer bottle. “Cheers to that, Rosie.” Clay said before bringing the bottle towards his lips, a smile gracing his features at her words. “As a professional, I don’t really think you even need to worry about working out. I mean…” He cut himself short as he cleared his throat, suddenly reminding himself that was his childhood best friend’s younger sister and that he probably shouldn’t flirt with her that way. He was downing the rest of his beer when the divorce comment came, taking him by surprise. “Oh, shit. Seriously? I didn’t know that. Are you… like, okay?” Clay made a face, hoping she wouldn’t want to talk about that subject. He had never been good at emotional conversations. 

Rosalia felt a tension between them, maybe she was crazy and making it up in her head but she knew the power she held in her world. Looking at him as he spoke, she nodded, letting out a small chuckle. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here,” she said, taking another swig of her beer. “But tell me, what’s the craziest thing you’ve done in public?” She asked in a light tone, scooting closer to him as it got louder inside the vicinity. “Another round? On me.” She asked with a sly smile. 

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :    𝐑.   𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍    &.    𝐑.    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 , 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ———- he was drunk and he knew that he smelt of bourbon , a pungent smell he was used to smelling off of his real mother’s partners : to put it kindly . he was never one to let his emotions wave through but there was just so much that was happening in this very moment , he didn’t know what to do , so he did what he usually did when he was clustered with so many things , he shut down . sitting down , he takes a look at the papers and his vision immediately becomes blurry . clearing his throat , he adjusts his glasses . ignoring rosalias question completely .❝ where do I sign ? ❞ he inquired against his own lawyer , the armani sunglasses still covering chocolate hues . there is no going back , remember that . those words echoed in his mind and he grabs the pen , digits grinning the beginning of the pen and not signing anything yet “ rocco , we need to speed this up ” he’s snapped out of his daydream as robert speaks , his eyes scan rosalias signature ❝ right , sorry . ❞ he lets his hand grasp the pen and sign that dotted line . robert leans in and whispers against his ear “ just a few more minutes and we’re out of here . ” rocco nods his head as he pushes the paper back to the center of the glass table . “ now to discuss the last arrangements ” robert speaks and rocco nods his head as he looks at both rosalia and her lawyer .𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 ———- ❝ I have decided that you will have full custody of scoob and honey, all I ask is that I can see them when I please , even if it’s just for a few minutes . ❞ stopping , doing his best to keep his voice controlled . it’s like he was giving away the only children that he ever had ❝ also roger ——- ❞ he stops pointing at roger and tiger slides a stack of paper ❝ I’ve had your name be telemarked , which means that every time that Huntington gets a profit so do you , you were a huntington way before we got married . ❞ he stops looking at roger and then back at rosalia and her lawyer ❝ so that’s it . are we all done ? ❞

As he moved towards the paper, her heart beat a million miles a minute. She never thought this day would come. While it felt like an eternity to get here, she felt sick the entire time the process was actually happening. Rosalia loved Rocco and she always would but it simply wasn’t working between them and both of them deserved peace. As he spoke up, her lip quivered and she sniffled again,”Really?” She said, her expression showing shock but she immediately became grateful. A tear rolled down her cheek and she placed her hand on his, “Thank you, Rocco,” she said to him, letting go of his hand. As he continued, she couldn’t believe it. While she knew Rocco had changed in many ways, there was a reason she married him and it’s because he would always take care of her. Even separated. She nodded her head when she heard the echoing sound of the stamp being punched down on the paper, officially stating their divorce. She cleared her throat, nodding and shaking their lawyer’s hands, immediately leaving the room and not looking back, she couldn’t. Stepping out into the breeze, she let out a large breath and looked around. “Holy fucking shit...” she said to herself, turning around and coming face to face with him. “Hey. Can we go get our bab–” she stopped herself from saying it, “The dogs, now?” She asked.

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :    𝐑𝐘  𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍    &.    𝐑.    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 , 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ———- hearing her say how she liked him better than all his siblings caused a shrug of his shoulders and a small smirk ❝ don’t let bekah hear you say that , she will literally flip the fuck out . ❞ he added as he grabbed another shot , downing it oh so swiftly ❝ he does love himself some breakfast , maybe it was because he never really had any growing up . ❞ he shrugs his shoulders , a secret that was spilling out : he wasn’t sure she even knew about this detail , due to how secretive rocco was with his past and his biological mother ❝ come on rose , you know that rocco is a fickle juman being , look i know you him as this perfect man who does no wrong but I lived with him for as long as I can remember and you know only the good parts of him , maybe this could be a wake up call that he isn’t the person you thought he was . ❞ turning around he leans on the counter looking at the numerous of people around them , hearing about the divorce party he snap his neck to her and his eyes lit up as if he just won tickets to Disney world ❝ please tell me you are kidding ? ❞ in his mind he was already planning the party , the venue , the drinks and everything in between . Linking his arm with hers , mostly for the support of it , he makes his way to the back patio ; the entrance of his mother’s garden . ❝ okay so think I can get in contact with moms planner , oh we need to start thinking , where do you want it ? who do you want to go or we inviting rocco , we can even get a cake and all . ❞ he continue to go on like girls at a sleepover 

Rosalia was whisked away by his large presence, waving at their family-friends as he cornered her. “Damn, you’re a little too excited for this divorce party,” she said, hitting his arm and rolling her eyes. “Why would we invite Rocco?” She asked him. “I was thinking... at my new house! My pool is ready to go and my outdoor bar. I want to show that hard work off,” she said, sipping on her wine. “Obviously a cake. I definitely want a heartbreak theme. Remember in Bridemaids they had that huge heart cookie that she eventually ended up punching and kicking? I want to do that. We need to make that happen,” she said. “Do we invite Rebekah? She’s.... definitely not my biggest fan right now.”

“i know … and forgive me for asking but i just wanted to make sure,” she mentioned as she gently put her glass down onto the table. when rosalia mentioned that rocco was well aware of what rosalia was thinking, her brows raised. especially when she mentioned the i guess. “you guess?” fabienne questioned. “you’re not just saying that he can’t wait for you because you think so; right? did he actually mention that?” she questioned once more. “tell me what. been there and done that way too often. why fall in love when you can just fall asleep, right?” fabienne joked as she refilled their drinks one more time and took a sip of it as the questions got thrown back at her again. “i mean — no more break ups for me, really. i’ve told him that i need some time so hopefully he’ll take things slow,” the smaller brunette mentioned as she took another sip of her drink. “okay fine! he kissed me. and i admit yes i have feelings for him and i’m fucking scared rosa. like what the fuck do i do? what if he goes and breaks my heart yet again?” she questioned. “i know i won’t be able to handle it, that for sure. but everything seems so different now,” she admitted. 

“Well, clearly, he can’t fucking wait or we wouldn’t be divorcing eachother!” She said, loudly, finishing her second glass and slamming it down. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head, “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s happening so that’s it. Period,” she said, pouring the last of the wine into her and Fabienne’s glasses. “You have feelings for him? Since when? I’m lost, my girl,” she said, looking at her like she was crazy. “Are you sure you do? Or are you just... dick-prived?” She asked, giggling. 

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :    𝐑.   𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍    &.    𝐑.    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 : 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄   ——  ❝ it’s best for both of us . ❞ he whispers once the door closes and that’s when he knew , it was over and there was nothing that he could do about it . brims pressed together as he looked at red wood door . the rest of his night was better , ryder’s little speech seemed to have been forgotten . the rest of the days were harder  yet the day that he dreaded the most had arrived , he dresses himself up , his head pounding due to the liquor infused night had prior . he smells of bourbon and his beard is prickly , shades are covering his eyes due to his tiredness and his emotional breakage . walking in , he’s almost an hour late  ❝ sorry , i um —- woke up late .   ❞ a lie , rocco never woke up late , he was just preventing this day to begin . ❝ let’s get started shall we ?  ❞

Rosalia had been going through many stages of mourning. After everything that had recently happened between them, the only thing that made sense was to get a divorce. They couldn’t even have a normal conversation anymore without fighting. She hated everything they had become. She couldn’t sleep the night before, she was tossing and turning as she cried throughout the night. As the sun rose, she put on her brave face for the day and pushed through her emotions. One thing about Rosalia was she would never show her weakness in public. Putting on her favorite black pantsuit, she looked like she was ready for a funeral as her large sunglasses hid her eyes and true emotions. She decided to walk to their law office, taking in the fresh air and trying to see the positive side to things. “Good morning,” she chimed to their lawyers and sat down in front of the marked papers that read ‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT.’ It felt like a stab in her heart as she read down the list. Quickly realizing her soon-to-be ex-husband was taking more time than he ever did, she grew impatient, fidgeting in her seat until she heard the sound of him approaching the room. She stared at him. She knew when he was off, and, he was definitely off. Looking at him in utter confusion and slight disgust, she rolled her eyes and ripped off her sunglasses.

“Did you really just show up to sign divorce papers… drunk?” She said, out loud and looked at him directly in his face. “Who even are you right now?” she said, turning her body away from him and grabbing the pen off the table, looking at the line that decided their fate. Her lawyer lifted a hand and looked at Robert, then they both looked at them. “There’s no going back now. Please, remember that,” her lawyer said and ushered her to continue. “Please, sign here and here,” she pointed to the designated lines and Rosalia nodded. She looked at Rocco one last time, feeling a lump in her throat and she looked away. “Got it,” she said, officially signing Rosalia Huntington on the line that agrees to the divorce. She looked at her name on the paper, her eyes beginning to water and she sniffed. “Thank you, for your hard work,” she said to her lawyer, giving her a soft, exhausted grin and scooted her seat back, waiting for them to stamp it officially. 

CLAY BROUGHT BOTH his hands up in mock surrender at her question, raising his brows. “People change, sweetheart. Didn’t you live abroad for God knows how long?” He shrugged a little. “Plus, we weren’t exactly close knit when we were younger.” He continued with a wink at the end of his sentence, bringing the beer bottle towards his lips for a sip. A laugh passed his lips as Clay nodded. “It does feel fucking insane. But in a good way, I hope?” He placed his beer on the bar, leaning his body against it. “I’m a personal trainer now. I think I told you that last time we saw each other? And, well, things aren’t that bad. What about you? How’s modeling?”

“Yeah, you can take a girl out of North Carolina but you can’t take away all the Bud Light she grew up with,” she said, shrugging and letting out a small laugh. His wink did something to her, she didn’t know what, but she felt something. “Definitely a good way! I was dying to look like this when I was 12, for sure,” she admitted. “Yes, which is really cool, by the way. I wish working out was a talent of mine. As long as things aren’t totally bad, that’s always good, right? Modeling is good, I slowed it down the past couple years for certain reasons but I think I’m going to pick it back up, more in the states,” she said, drinking her beer. “Oh– and I’m getting a divorce,” Rosalia stated, an awkward chuckle following the statement. 

therosalia​ !

“oh rosa are you telling that to me? i know you put your everything into your marriage. but i’ve also seen you both having many good times too, please always keep these in mind as well before you make your final decision. i know you probably went through this a million times already in your head, but … this is a big decision,” fabienne told her best friend as she watched the other brunette pour in some more wine. “he doesn’t know what he’s saying - really. it’s the communication that hasn’t been well between you two as of lately,” knowing that rocco was saying totally different things to her than what rosalia was telling her now. things weren’t adding up. there were still so many unspoken things. “i know … he might break my heart yet once again; but i really missed to have him around. i just don’t know what to do. he really is moving so fast,” a soft sigh escaped from her lips. hearing all of this coming from her best friend really broke her heart. her marriage was falling apart and there was literally so less she could do now. she tried to talk with rosalia and with rocco but nothing seemed to change their opinion on each other. “of course babe, i totally understand and most importantly he should too. have you spoken about this with him too?” she questioned. 

Rosalia only wanted the best for herself and her best friend. They both had whirlwind lives but she truly did want to be at peace again. She nodded, taking into account what she said. “Fabienne, I would never be doing this if I wasn’t sure. I, for sure, thought we would be together until the end of time…” Rosalia said sadly. “But I’ll be alright. I know I will,” she said trying to find the positive in her failed marriage. “He knows, Fabes. I’ve told him why I’m not ready but he just is… and he can’t wait for me… I guess,” she said, pinching her nose and breathing deeply out of frustration and sadness. “Love is fucked up,” she responded to her best friend. “So, you’d go through another heart break for him? You’re built different,” Rosalia said and laughed, lifting her glass to her mouth. “So, what’s going to happen? You’re going to start dating him again?” She questioned her, getting closer to her and staring into her eyes. “Fabienne…” she said, poking her arm.

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :    𝐑𝐘  𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍    &.    𝐑.    𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 —–  he lifted the tequila shots and downs it , was it completely straight thinking for him to be getting even more drunk , maybe not but he was never one to reject liquor . as he downs the next shot , he looks at the brunette as she inquires him  ❝ rose , you know i love you . i might like you better than my own sister .  ❞ the reason behind that was simply because rocco and rebekah were tied to the hip .  ❝  fine —- ❞ he sigh downing a third shot and turning to her  ❝ about a a week or a week in half a go i face timed roc , to see if he could pick me up from the airport and little miss thang was wrapped in a towel coming out his bathroom , asking what he wanted for breakfast , i mean rose that shit was crazy and he didn’t even say anything and the fact that she was comfortable enough to come and say him to me , i thought you knew .  ❞ 

Rosalia inched closer to him as they riskily spoke about the unspoken divorce at the birthday party. This friendship was definitely messy but it only had good intentions from the day they met as young children. “Might?” She repeated and scoffed. “You know damn well you like me better than all of your siblings. You should just become a Mortimer,” she teased and dug her elbow into his side, chuckling. Her eyes became little slits as he spoke, her face growing warm from her anger but she remained calm. In the past two years, Rosalia’s patience had been tried more than ever but Rocco stepping outside of their marriage so quickly was something that was brewing an eruption. She lifted a finger catching the bartender’s attention and ordered herself a glass of red wine. “Breakfast is literally the way to that man’s heart…” she said, sipping her wine and looking at Ryder. “I could kill a bitch right now,” she continued, looking around at the guests shuffling by them and giving them a smile as if everything was okay right now. “It’s funny you thought I knew my husband was living with another woman while he is also telling me he loves me,” she said and blinked at him, giving him a ‘what the fuck’ kind of look. “No, obviously, I didn’t know. Thank god we’re signing the divorce agreement next week. This has been going on far too long,” she said referencing to the last six months of pure hell. “Should I have a divorce party?” She perked up, slightly excited at the thought of a party but the reason behind it was actually depressing. “That would be the right way to enter my 30’s, flirty and thriving, right? I’m a fucking supermodel. I can’t go out sad!”