Right, a little rant. First off, hello! I'm Bex and I am British. Yes, British. So when people who are NOT British think that they know how a 'chav' from my country speaks like, it irks me because I have loads of 'chavvy' friends who DO NOT actually speak like that. Well, I'm more like Roxy and Charlie. I'm pretty well off, and I speak 'posh' but please do not stereotype us British and the way we speak. Kingsman is an example of how we 'actually' speak like but 'chavs' are people and they do know how to pronounce their ts and all the other letters in the alphabet. And also, in ENGLAND we call our mothers by 'mum' not 'mom' so please get that right. MUM is our way of calling our mothers. NOT MOM. So, please, next time you write a story based on a language or accent you have no idea about, ask me (when it comes to British of course)! I'm a BETA reader and I've pretty much experienced all of the accents in my wonderful country. So, rant over and here's a story about Reggsy my new favourite ship in the world. I've been thinking about doing this story for months but now finally had the guts to since I've nearly finished some stories of my other fandom. Anyway enjoy! x
Roxy looked up at the three-storey house and gulped, holding her suitcase tighter in her hand. She walked up the short steps and rang the doorbell, stepping back when her first task was complete.
The door opened and Roxy found herself staring into the grey eyes of Eggsy's mother, Michelle Unwin.
"Uh..., Eggsy said he'd be home?" she mumbled, feeling slightly exposed in the cold, dark English weather.
"Oh! You must be Roxanne? Roxanne Morton? Eggsy said to be expecting you. He had to pop out for a bit and buy dinner, yeah?" Michelle explained, letting Roxy in.
"Oh, yeah." Roxy replied, not knowing what to do now that she was inside his home. She looked around and was impressed with the decor of the home. But nothing made it any less homely with the childish scribble on the walls and the shoes and toys strewn across the playroom floor.
Michelle smiled a little, slightly embarrassed. "Mind the mess, will you? My little girl don't understand the meaning of 'tidy' or 'neat'. Her definitions are 'anything to hide the damn floor'."
Roxy actually chuckled. She felt more at ease even though she wasn't accustomed to this style of living. Rich, yet childish. Everything screamed 'wealth' but at the same time 'there's a child living here, fucking get used to it'. Roxy dare not leave her toys strewn about when she was Eggsy's sister's age.
"I'll show you to your room. Eggsy told me not to ask questions and I won't but if you need anything, I'll show you where his room is, or mine. Just know that mi casa es su casa." Michelle grinned, rushing up the stairs with Roxy's suitcase.
Roxy, herself, dashed up the stairs, enjoying the slight air pressure on her face. Michelle led her all the way to the third floor, opening the last door on the right landing.
"Alright, here's the grand guest bedroom. One of the only room's which Ella hasn't 'tidied' up."
"Thank you." Roxy smiled, holding her gaze with Michelle's warm one. "Does it have an-"
"En-suite? Yeah, just through the left door beside the bed. The right is walk-in wardrobe." Michelle quickly said. "I'll, uh, get you spare towels later. If you want to freshen up or spend time alone whilst I sort Ells out and get you a drink. Any preferences? We got everything. Eggsy's doing so well in this tailor, suit business. We can afford loads of stuff." she smiled.
"I'll just have water, please, Mrs. Unwin." Roxy replied.
Michelle blushed. "Oh, of course. And please, call me Michelle or Mishe, if you want. Hearing that name makes me..." she swallowed hard and smiled brightly again. "I'll be right back with your water."
Roxy smiled and watched as Michelle left the room with another promise to get the spare towels and toiletries.
She then allowed herself to finally relax for the first time in ages. She had just come back from an intense mission only to have an argument with her family about her lack of presence recently then got kicked out onto the streets. And them meeting Eggsy didn't help either.
They were on a new mission requested by the new Arthur. This one wasn't known, however, but he knew their every move. It was like having a stalker who wasn't a stalker, Eggsy had tried to explain to Roxy who join raised a bemused eyebrow and rolled her eyes.
"Just the same as last time." she had said. "Only, we're Kingsman agents."
So, that had led to Eggsy showing up in a sharp suit and an accent made to make Roxy's cousins swoon. Sure, Eggsy turned up all gentlemanly like but her parents did not like the fact that he was 'nouveau riche'. They had wanted, more like her father had wanted, Eggsy to be born into money. Although the idea that Eggsy had made his own 'business' as they would say, impressed them nonetheless.
No, that wasn't the reason why they had not taken a like to Eggsy that night. The reason why was because they had nearly caught him and Roxy relieving each other of the stress which came their dangerous job. Her parents hadn't liked the thought of her not being a virgin even though she was twenty-three soon. They kicked him out and admired his fancy new Mercedes before hating him again and banishing Roxanne to her room. She wasn't a child. She easily sneaked out of her bedroom window and ended up being found out the next day which led to their big argument and her standing in Eggsy's home right now.
She heard the front door open and Eggsy's laughter as his mother spoke loudly about the different kinds of wine they could have with dinner. She had also manage to discreetly put in the fact that Roxy was in her room. That's how Roxy heard three knocks on the door.
"Come in."
Eggsy opened the door and held up a glass of water and towels. "I figured that I should give them to you since I invited you over."
"Thanks." Roxy smiled, accepting the glass as Eggsy placed the towels on the bed. "Your mum said that you were sorting out dinner."
Eggsy grinned. "Sorry, it's McDonald's. Mum said that Ells can't stomach anything too fancy but she manages her nuggets."
"Nice. I like how you look after your mum and sister. I wish I had siblings now. Or that my mother was still alive." she mumbled.
"Hey, Rox... It's okay. You can share my family if you want. My mum likes you, she practically sees you as another daughter. Look, what I'm trying to say, without freaking the shit out of you, is that you're always welcome, yeah?"
Roxy chuckled. "Thanks, Eggsy."
"No problem. Dinner's in five. Just gotta have a quick shower."
"Okay, see you then." Roxy whispered, watching him leave.