Impossible (A Vampire Academy Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

*Rose’s POV*

            “Give her our best Adrian. Bye.” Lissa hung up the phone just as I walked in.

            “What’s wrong with Adrian?” I asked my best friend. I flung myself down on her large cushiony bed. “Run out of hair gel?”

            “Sydney’s in the hospital. She had a seizure.” Lissa said soberly.

            I sat up immediately. “Oh my God. Is she okay?”

            “She’s recovering, but it’s really taking a toll on them both. Adrian and Eddie haven’t left her side. I’m pretty sure Adrian’s motives for being there are different then Eddie’s.” Lissa sighed, sitting down next to me.

            “Are you trying to say you think Adrian is dating Sydney? Sydney Sage? The alchemist who can’t stand vampires, much less date one? No, you must be mistaking Lissa.” I question in disbelief.

            “You didn’t hear how distraught he sounded. He likes her. And if she didn’t like him, we know she would kick him out of her hospital room as fast as possible.”

            “I still don’t believe.” I crossed my arms and lied back down on the bed.

            “You don’t have to believe anything Rose. I know you’re stubborn like that.” Lissa laughed. She laughed even more when I stuck my tongue out at her. “You’re going to be a great mother. That child’s mom will be able to act as young as the kid!”

            “That’s why I have Dimitri, to be serious. I’m the fun one. Being serious is the only reason I keep him around. Well, not the only reason.” I giggled. “Tonight I’m commencing part 2 of the plan.”

            “Oh really? You are a truly evil being Rose Hathaway.”

            “It’s a good paying job, being evil. We have cookies.”

*

            “You are so lucky I was nice enough to make dinner.” I grumbled as I put two plates on the table, one for Dimitri and one for me.

            “I’m the luckiest man alive Roza.” Dimitri kissed me on the cheek before he sat down across from me. His face morphed from a smile to a confused frown when he saw what was on his plate and then what was on mine.

            On my plate were a few pickles and peanut butter and chocolate. On his was perfectly cooked steak, cooked spinach, and mashed potatoes. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pretending to be confused at his confusion.

            “Why are you eating something different?”

            “I don’t want steak. I want pickles and pb and c.” I replied simply.

            “Okay then.” He said slowly. “Enjoy your um… dinner.”

            As he cut his steak, I watched him intently. He didn’t notice until he brought his fork to his mouth.

            “Rose, why are you watching me like that?”

            “Oh, no reason.” I giggled innocently, trying to make him suspect something. “Oh wait, before you eat let me get you some water.”

            “I can get my own –“

            “No.” I snapped. “I’ll get it.” I rose from my chair and went to the fridge where I kept a glass of water. I brought it to him and set it down with a large smile.