"And then it just happened. I don't know how or why it did, but I couldn't be any happier! Isn't that great?" Jake said happily.

Roxy feigned a small smile. Her heart thudded sadly against her chest, as she gazed upon Jake and Dirk, who were holding hands and sitting next to each other in the booth. Jake was beaming like a child on Christmas morning, and even Dirk held a smirk. Roxy couldn't see behind his shades, but she could tell that Dirk was happier than he'd ever been in a long time.

It killed her. It ripped open her heart, and smashed it into tiny pieces.

Jane answered for Roxy, and gripped the drunk's hand tightly. "Oh, I'm so happy for you two!" she said in false enthusiasm. "I know you will be very happy together!" She glanced at Roxy out of the corner of her eye. Roxy looked at Jane, then back at the table, where an untouched plate of fries sat. Jane knew what Roxy was going through. She knew that feeling of getting your heart torn into a million pieces and trampled on by hooves. She was having that same feeling them.

"What do you think, Rox?" Dirk asked, looking at her.

Roxy didn't look up at first. She didn't speak. She couldn't. Jane bit her lip, and nervously glanced over at Roxy. She nudged her in the side, and Roxy jumped. "I-I'm speechless," she said, smiling. She looked at the two boys' intertwined hands. "You both seem very happy… And… and I couldn't be any happier for you two." She looked back down, and tried to force a tear back. She was unsuccessful. Roxy abruptly stood up. "Excuse me. I… I have to leave." She turned around.

Jake frowned. "Why?"

Without looking at him, Roxy said, "Frigglish. He… he needs food. I haven't fed him all day." She chuckled dryly, and ran out, not looking back. Roxy sighed, and internally face-palmed herself when she realized that Jane was her ride back.

But Jane was already one step ahead of her. The baker came bounding out of the restaurant, and walked up to Roxy.

"What was your excuse?" Roxy mumbled, shuffling to Jane's car.

"I didn't want to feel like the third wheel. I also have to drive you home. You were too drunk to drive here on your own, but I'm not so sure about that now."

Roxy chuckled dryly. "Why would I be drunk? I haven't touched my liquor in over three hours. I wasn't drunk when I came here, either."

Jane raised an eyebrow. "You weren't?"

"No. Pft, I kind of figured that it happened when both Jake and Strider messaged me that they had to talk to the both of us. I mean, what else could it have been?"

"The apocalypse?" Jane offered, unlocking her car door. "An evil queen destroying the world? Evil clowns?"

Roxy smirked. "Yeah, yeah. I know." She got into Jane's car and shut the door. She buckled herself in and sighed. "How are you not sobbing right now?" she murmured, wiping another falling tear away.

Jane smiled sadly. "I'm used to it by now. I figured that Jake and I will be friends and only friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I guess seeing it as anything different would be weird."

"But Janey, you love—"

"Let's get you home," Jane breathed, starting the car. "Frigglish can't go hungry."

Roxy looked out the window, and sighed.

The trip to Roxy's place was silent, the only sound being the air conditioning. It was uncomfortable, yet needed in every way possible. Both girls had had their hearts broken. They needed time to think while they rode.

When Jane pulled up to Roxy's house, she turned toward the girl, who was sitting with her hands in her lap and her head down. Mascara lines ran down her face. Her eyes were closed, and she made no movement to get out, or any notice that she could leave.

"Lalonde," Jane muttered. "We're here."

Roxy looked up, and stared up at her house. She nodded, but didn't move. She sat there, staring at her house for a few minutes. "It hurts, Janey," she whispered. "It hurts a lot."

Jane smiled sadly. "I know, I know."

Without another word, Roxy stepped out of the car, and began walking toward her front steps. Before she went inside, she looked back at Jane, who had her hands covering her face. She was shaking terribly. Roxy smiled slightly, and walked inside.

At the sound of the door opening and closing, Frigglish came bounding toward Roxy, who merely stood in the foyer, unmoving. Frigglish looked up at his owner worriedly, and rubbed against her ankles.

Roxy's lip trembled, and wiped away a few more tears. She took a deep breath. "You need food," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Let's get you food."

Once she had Frigg's food bowl full, Roxy trudged upstairs slowly, like a zombie. She opened the door to her room, and sat down at her computer desk. She merely sat there for a few minutes, until she craved relief. So, the sad teen stumbled to her liquor cooler, and brought out a bottle of wine. She took the cork off, and gulped some down, spilling a bit on her shirt. But she didn't mind. All that she cared about was taking away the pain.

And that's what she was doing.

Still gripping onto the bottle, Roxy trudged back to the computer, where three messages from two different people popped up.

golgothasTerror began pestering tipsyGnostalgic

GT: Roxy?

GT: Hello, are you there?

timaeusTestified began pestering tipsyGnostalgic

TT: What's wrong, Rox?

She exited both the messages, and closed her laptop. She didn't want to talk to either of them. She didn't want to cry anymore, which she knew wasn't possible.

Roxy stood up, wavering a bit, and took another gulp of her wine. Then she took another, and another, and another, and another. She finally took her last drink, and slammed the empty bottle on her desk, cracking the glass a bit. She wobbled over to her bed, and flopped down, tear spilling from her eyes.

'Why does love hurt?'

'Why can't it be fair?'

'Why does he love him?'

'Why can't he love me?'

She cried herself to sleep.