I spent around 2-3 hours sitting there with a sleeping blonde. At some point I decided to get my creep on and take a whiff at her. She reeked of cheap, human soporific beverages, but I sorta liked it, it suited her festive appearance. I guess she was an alcoholic of some sort, which was a start. It got boring after a while, but something kept me with her. She would occasionally say some words, like some names like "Jane", "Dirk", "Jake", and "Calliope". These were probably more human buddies of hers; it must be nice to have friends like that, or at least some friends who cared about you. As I began to reconsider why the fuck I decided to stalk a sleeping alcoholic, or even ditched the plan for this, she starts to murmur words under her breath. "Janey, I'm sorry" I decipher. Who the fuck is Janey? Is it THAT Jane? She began to toss and turn, looking frustrated. I wasn't sure to wake her up or not, she still looked cute either way. She began to shout, and this is when I began to panic, but luckily Karkat was there to help with the situation. He ran over and kneeled down beside me, being as concerned as I was. "What the fuck's going on?!" He said in a panicked tone. He had no choice but to wake her up forcefully, shaking her violently. "HUMAN! WAKE UP!" Her shouting made it worse, making us worry even more. Her screams sounded like she was writhing in pain, but I had no idea what went on in that head of hers.
"FEFETAAA!" She said in a loud, sharp, cry. She lied silently, her breathing calming down, as if on command. Her eyes shot open, revealing her large, rose colored eyes. She searched around, looking at everything in confusion. "Whoa, Nelly." She whispered. She looked at us as if she'd never seen a troll before, which was probably the case. Quickly, her timid expression faded away, and a gorgeous smile appeared on her face, showing off her pearly whites. "You guys are trolls, aren't you?" She said coyly, she looks like she's been yearning for this day or some shit. Karkat and I, both dumb-stricken, could only nod. I'd expect for Karkat to say something, but instead, he just sat there quietly, not saying anything. She sat up, smiling at both of us. I guess that fear didn't last very long. "I'm Roxy Lalonde." She said in a happy tone. She sat there, beaming a warm, kind smile, siting in complete silence. "Well? What are your names?" She said, breaking the silence. Karkat cleared his throat, trying to seem more masculine like. "Karkat Vantas." He said firmly, getting that shy feeling out of his system. She looked over to me, and did what seemed like a gasp. "Are you a wizard?" She said excitedly. "I-" "Is that your wand? Can you do spells, like Harry Potter?" She said, pointing at the science wand in my pocket. Usually, I'd put up a big argument that magic is not real, and that I believe in science, but I could never argue with her. "I-I, uh" "'Cause I like wizards. Like, a lot." She giggled smugly. My face became hot, I was completely flustered. Is she trying to say something about me?
Karkat, not getting what has become of the conversation, got up. "I'll uh, leave you two here. I have, uh, stuff to do." He walked away briskly, back to the others. Me and Roxy watched him leave, and I realized how much of a fuckass Kar can be. "Pfft, what an asswad." She said, laughing in that bubbly tone of hers. "Heh, yeah." I never knew Roxy was THAT kind of lady, but I liked it. She looked around, observing the barren meteor. "So, anyway, where am I?" She asked, drawing odd little figures on the sandy floor. "You're on a meteor. Wwe'vve been sitting here for about, 1 and a half sweeps, or 3-ish years." She nodded, looking off into the dark space distance, but then looked back at me, smiling slightly. "I like your accent, Eridan. It's unique." She said sweetly. This, of course, didn't help my blushing one bit. "Thanks, no one's told me that before." I said nervously. I haven't received a compliment in so long, I was grateful she would say that to me. She smiled, and scooted closer to me, and rested her head on her arm, leaning on her knee. She didn't say anything to me for a long period of time, she just kind of stared at me, sometimes giggling. "Heh, wwhat are you lookin' at?" She bit her lip, and pointed at my fins, flicking them softly. "Oh, my fins?" She nodded, still poking at them. "Yeah, they are pretty wweird, right? Actually, I am pretty wweird, to be honest." I've only met this chick for less than a day, but somethin' makes me feel like I've known her forever. "It's okay, I'm weird too, but we can be weird together." She wrapped her arm around mine, I guess trying to make me feel better? I wasn't sure if she's acting like this out of sympathy or if she liked me. Humans sure are hard to understand.
Out of nowhere, a loud whooshing noise is heard from the distance, startling us both. From what I can remember, a human wearing that same Derse outfit in some kind of flying device. The appearance was blurry, but what I could make out was blonde hair and those douchey pointy glasses. How many humans are gonna start appearing now? As the human got closer, I think Roxy was trying to identify who it was. "Is that.. Dirk Strider?" Oh, THAT Dirk. Her eyes widened, and her skin got pale again, making her blush on her face more visible. "Wwhat, Is he your boyfriend?" She looked at me, shaking her head. "He's one of my friends, I don't understand what he's doing here, or if he's really in Derse." The douchey glasses guy became dangerously close, but I think I know what he's getting to. "Oh man." She had a look of disappointment, scratching her head nervously. "Roxy!" I heard Dirk shout. At this point, he was just a few inches from us. He grabbed on to her waist, and drove her away. They left, leaving only the whirring sound of that device he's using and Roxy's screams. I couldn't believe it. They left me; SHE left me. I stared into the direction they flew away to, feeling lonely again. My chest felt heavy, my heart pounding violently. My eyes began to water up, and the depression started to flow into my mind again. I've never felt this way before. I missed her desperately already, and I've only known her for a few hours. At this point, I just want to forget the plan, and think about the lovely blonde that has just been swept away by a Strider, literally. My head starts to spin, my mind isn't thinking right, and I begin to tremble all over. Is this what they call love?
