The Walker's Home (Rosie's Aunt & Uncles House)

[rosie]

House Exterior.

Rosie's Bedroom.


The Uncle: Henry Walker


The Aunt: Matilda Walker

[Baker Atkinson]

The Atkinson's had been watching the new neighbors move in all week. Today was the second day that they'd actually been fully moved in, so Jennifer and Ross decided today was the best day to welcome them to the neighborhood. At about seven in the morning, Jennifer had awoken Baker to make a cake for them. Ross was busy in the backyard picking fresh oranges to bring them as well. "Ross, honey, the cake will be enough!" Jennifer had tried to convince him. "Oh don't be silly, Jen. Everybody loves oranges. Especially fresh oranges," and Ross only continued to pick. When he re-entered the kitchen, arms overflowing with oranges, he kicked at Baker and said, "we should make it an orange themed gift. Like, use orange frosting on the cake! Oh oh and we can put these in a basket with an orange cloth!". Baker only laughed and continued frosting in white. When Ross was out of earshot, Jennifer whispered to Baker "don't frost in orange.. we don't want them to think we're orange worshipers".

At about ten o'clock, they were preparing to leave. Ross was ready, holding his little basket of oranges, and Jennifer had a bottle of wine. "Baker, hurry up! The cake looks fine!" she yelled back to the kitchen, where Baker was making a few last detailed touch-ups. "I'm comin', I'm comin'," he hissed, hustling from the kitchen to the front door cradling the cake as if it were going to just jump straight out of his arms. Ross frowned at the sight of the cake. "Baker.. why'd you ice in brown?" Jennifer and Baker only laughed, pushing him out the door towards the new neighbor's house.

"Okay, big smiles everyone!" Jennifer squeaked with excitement after ringing the doorbell. She always seemed to get a little too excited for things.. instead of welcoming neighbors, she acted like she was welcoming the birth of the second Jesus Christ. Baker stood between Ross and Jennifer, the cake tipped slightly forward so they could see "Welcome, new Neighbors!" piped across it in white. Ross was holding his basket of oranges out, too. And Jennifer.. well. She was just practically jumping around. Its a good thing wine wasn't carbonated.

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[rosie]

Rosie had been hiding out in her room all morning. It was still a little chaotic downstairs as Matilda was still trying to get everything perfect. Henry on the other hand was full at home here already, and had been chilling out in the back yard since 7am or some crazy early time like that. Trying to get back in to the swing of school Rosie had been reading all morning, but Shakespear was dull and by half nine she was praying for something else to do.

Going downstairs had been a big mistake, as soon as her feet met the last step Matilda had roped her into moving the couch, for the seventh time since they moved in. So when there was a knock at the door Rosie happily went and answered it, thinking it might just be a mailman. Oh how wrong she was. Stood there in front of her were three of the insanely happy people she'd ever seen. A little taken a back she didn't know what to say straight away, she just stood, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

'Hello', she said a little cautiously, her eyes met that of the teenage boy and she smiled slightly. Then her eyes moved down to the cake, Welcome, new Neighbours. Oh! It all clicked in Rosie's mind and she smiled a little brighter. This was a surprise. TV had taught her that people in New York were surley and mean, so she hadn't expected this at all.

'Aunt Matilda!', she called back in to the house, 'There are some neighbours here, and they brought cake!'. What else could she say really? Still smiling she stood back from the door so that when Matilda came over she could see the neighbours who were still smiling in the doorway.

'Oh! Hello, oh, wellI wasn't expecting company', Matila babbled running a hand through her wavy blonde hair, 'Do come in, oh, wow, cake, oranges, you shouldn't have, really, Henry! Neighbours!', her last words she yelled in the direction of the back door.

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[Baker Atkinson]

Baker giggled at the girl's shocked expression and went to introduce himself, but Jennifer cut him off. "Hiiii," she said in an overly cheery tone, reaching her hand out towards the other woman. "I'm Jennifer, this is my husband Ross and our nephew Baker." She was way too excited. Baker, a bit overwhelmed, slipped past her and found himself face to face (or rather, face to chest) with the teenaged girl that had answered the door. "Hey," he kind of laughed. "I'm Baker." He smiled, still holding the cake out before him. "Oh I made this for you guys," he sort of pushed the cake at her awkwardly so she'd take it.

Turning his head back to check on his aunt and uncle, he chuckled as Jennifer was still totally taking up the entire doorway and Ross was just standing on the porch smiling with his oranges. "That's my aunt and uncle. We.. live next door.. if you didn't guess."

[rosie]

'Well, I'm Matilda and here's my husband Henry, and this is our niece Rosie', Matilda said, and she gestured for Ross and Jennifer to follow her in to the kitchen, still talking as she led them away. If talking was an Olympic sport Matilda would take gold everytime.

Rosie giggled a little as Matilda led the adults away, they had no idea what they'd got themself in to. Rosie found herself alone with Baker, who had baked them a cake. How perfect was that?! With a quiet 'Thankyou', Rosie took the cake and went to set it down on the coffee table in the center of the room. If Henry set his eyes on that it would be gone in no time, Rosie probably wouldn't have a look in.

'I guessed', Rosie replied to Baker, standing awkwardly with her arms now folded across her chest. Now being alone with Baker she became aware of what she must look like. No makeup, hair scraped up in a lopsided bun, no shoes on. For a moment she stood silently rocking back and forth on her heels. In the background Matilda was still babbling away, on the topic of oranges.

'Soooo...', she said, looking up at Baker, why did she have to be so small? From her height Baker looked like a giant, it was a little weird, 'Do you go to Somerset High?', she asked. It would be nice to know someone from the school before she got there, and Baker didn't look like a complete freak, which was a bonus.

[Baker Atkinson]

"Ah yea I do," Baker said, laughing a bit out of being uncomfortable. "I'm a senior there. Its not as bad as it all seems," he added, looking around. They certainly had a nice house here. Much nicer than Jennifer and Ross'. Bigger, too. But its not like Baker was complaining. He technically had his own house if you could call the garage a 'house'.

"So how old are you?" he asked, then realized how awkward that sounded. Wow. This entire conversation was a solid awkward fest.

(sorry its short.. my mind is racing)

[rosie]

Rosie nodded, though she hadn't really been expecting Somerset to be bad, so he'd made her doubt herself a little. Not as bad as it seems, but it didn't seem bad, so what did that make it? Rosie was still pondering this when Baker asked her how old she was which led to her answer sounding slightly stupid.

'How old am I? Six... I mean seventeen, seventeen', she answered, raising her eyebrows at the sound of her own stupidity. All year she'd been telling people she was sixteen, when infact she'd turned seventeen in February.

'I'm a Junior, how old are you?', she asked, leaning back against the banister on the stairs, her arms still crossed. Perfect body language for making friends...

[Baker Atkinson]

Baker titled his head to the side a bit when Rosie started to say sixteen, but changed to seventeen. "I'm eighteen," he smiled, running his hand through his bangs making them stick out more than they already were. "I've got a cousin that's seventeen. She lives with me. But I don't think.." he paused, thinking about how to put this. He wanted to say she wasn't her type.. but that sounded weird. Though it was true. Erika wasn't a very good kid. Baker was sure she was into hardcore drugs, she never came home when Ross and Jennifer told her to, and she had a boyfriend that Baker would kill if he had the chance. Rosie seemed.. too nice. Edgy, judging on how she was presenting herself with arms crossed and whatnot, but not the same kind of edgy as Erika. "I dunno. I mean.. she's just really weird," he tried to laugh a bit, but realized it wasn't really all that funny.

"So.. you live with your aunt and uncle too, huh? Never expected to be neighbors with someone in my situation," he smiled again. Small talk wasn't really his forte.

[rosie]

Rosie found herself awkwardly nodding through what Baker was saying about his cousin. Not that she cared too much, it just she wasn't too in to small talk. When it came to conversations she liked them to be the deep and spiritual kind. Or the kind that are fueled by alcohol and anger, and passion. Of course you wouldn't see that in her when she was wearing a fluffy sweater with a heart on it.

'Oh, yeah', Rosie replied, her eyes flitted over to the entrence to the kitchen, 'My parents died when I was seven, so...', she finished. It wasn't something she was ashamed to admit. It wasn't even something she felt uncomfortable discussing. In fact, she sort of liked talking about her parents, it helped her to remember them.

[Baker Atkinson]

"Oh," Baker looked down a bit. He wasn't sure whether or not he should say he was sorry for her. But she didn't seem all to sad about it and, coming from a personal level, he had never liked hearing that others were sorry for him. "Mine died two years ago. My sister too." Well this conversation was going just wonderfully! Long awkward silences only broken by small bursts of conversation about dead family members. That was swell.

But on the other hand, he did sort of like it. Its not like he thought he was the only kid that had lost his parents, but it was nice to be neighbors with one. He barely even knew this Rosie girl but he already felt a small connection. Something that could definitely grow into a well developed friendship. Something with a more personal bond, rather than "yea, we met in biology".