Rose looked around at the decorations, eying the bong and other weed accessories. She saw the writing on the walls and rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she flopped down on a chair. She heard what Ash had said about her possibly coming with them, an appalled look came upon her face.<br/>"I'm not traveling with you and your little girlfriend." She said, a little bit of venom in her voice. She couldn't help but be jealous, she kissed her best friend and all she could talk about was Jessica. She didn't care if her friend was missing or dead at this point. She was pissed that she had returned, wanting to see that her best friend had moved on from her.<br/><br/>When asked why she returned Rose had had it. "Does it matter anymore?" Rose stood and raised her arms and then let them fall to her sides, hurt in her eyes. "I flipped my father off, kissed you, and made him hate me for you and all you can talk about is your fucking girl friend. Nice Ash. Glad I was so replaceable." Rose rolled her eyes and stormed out of the shack. She walked passed the truck, full intent on walking home on her own, not wanting any help from Ash in anyway. If she was just going to be replaceable she might as well be that way and make it so she never even existed.