Roxy wrapped her lavender and pink scarf tighter around her neck and pulled the first layer over her mouth as she took her seat on the noisy bus. There were a plethora of people around her and she was glad that she was able to find a seat that didn't have anyone in or next to it. It was a perfect seat because the adolescent could stare out the window blankly. It was winter break and snow was falling heavily on the bus windows, making the wiper work over time. The velvet substance reflected the mood of the people crowded around, frigid and snappy.
The blonde pulled up her legs onto her seat and hugged her knees in tight as the bus spurted off to its next stop. She clutched her light rose-colored purse to her side protectively as someone sat down into the sea print seat next to her. When she turned her head, her perfect honey blonde hair swishing over her shoulder, she saw that it was a younger boy with messy hair. After she had lost interest in the boy, Roxy turned her head away from him and began to stare out of the window at the fluffy snow drifting to the ground. Trees that had shed themselves of their beautiful fall leaves and were painted with the sparkling white blanket were whirring past the moving bus.
It took several long hours of traveling before Roxy's bus started to near the stop she needed to get off at. Many different people had gotten on and off of the busy bus, but Roxy just sat quietly in the same seat the whole time, her short blonde hair curled out smoothly and her nails painted with shiny fuchsia polish. She watched the people as they went on with their lives. Some of them had children and it made the young girl wonder wistfully what it would be like to have children of her own with someone she loved. She shook the thought from her mind hastily as the bus came to a halt.
This was Roxy's stop so she stood up fast, her vision blurring slightly and her walking a bit tipsy due to sitting down for so long. She proceeded down the dark stairs onto the sidewalk, still wet from the falling snow. As she began to walk briskly towards Jane's apartment, she breathed in the chilly crisp air of the winter time. It was so freezing that it felt as if she were breathing in the little snowflakes that danced delicately through the air.
The walk to Jane's was very unnerving, and the blonde stepped on a frozen over puddle and almost slid into the busy road filled with the blur of rushing cars. But the scariest thing was having time to think. Roxy's mind tended to wander when she was alone, and often it didn't wander towards happy things. She thought on the fact of what would happen when Jane saw her at her front door. After all, she had come unexpectedly and uninvited. What if Jane turned her down and refused to let her in? What if Roxy had to just turn around as soon as she got to Jane's? Roxy was having heavy second thoughts on coming to Jane's today. She almost turned back to look for the bus, but she knew that it had already gone.
When the looming apartment came into view, butterflies began to flit around in her stomach. As she roamed closer, the winged bugs began to flap their wings harder, as if they were trying to burst from inside her. Roxy tried to stop them by placing her hand over her heart, but it didn't help. She could only feel how rapidly it was beating as she approached the main door.
Roxy poked the button to call Jane's room and waited nervously. When she heard her the static of her voice, she almost fainted.
"Hello?" Roxy took in a deep breath, her first words coming out a little shaky.
"Hey Janey, it's me. Do you think you could let me in?" When she let out the breath, she felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her back. But suspense kept building bricks on top of her heart as the other end went silent. To Roxy's relief, the other line hung up and the doors swung open.
Walking up the stairs to the fourth floor made her knees feel weak and she almost collapsed. She had to hold onto the rusted hand rails for support, and she almost stepped on the end of her trailing scarf and sent herself reeling back down the flight she had been climbing.
It took all the bravery she could muster to knock on apartment door labeled '466'. She could smell the familiar scent of Jane Crocker through the wood grain. It smelled of cookies and other baked goods that filled Jane's hobbies. After breathing in the smell, she finally knocked three times and heard the light thumping of footsteps on carpet coming close as a lump of suspense began to rise in the girl's throat. When the door was swung open, the two girls stood there, just staring into each other's eyes, one side was a set of light foggy blue, and the other two were a soft brown that seemed to gleam pink. As they continued to bore into each other, the sapphire ones began to glimmer with salty tears then shut completely. Jane threw herself onto her friend and embraced her with a constricting hug.
"Roxy…" Jane whispered in a low voice. When she heard her name mentioned in the soft tone, she realized that it wasn't spiteful, or out of hatred. The tone of voice was clearly only misunderstanding, but relieved. "I can't believe it…"
Roxy gripped her buddy tightly as the ink haired girl shook with violent shivers and tears poured from her sealed eyes and onto her favorite scarf; but Roxy didn't care. She was so gleeful to be reunited with her friend, and so close to her. The faint scent of vanilla cake that could be caught outside of her door clung strongly to Jane. Roxy took in the aroma, using it as a comfort. But Jane instantly broke away and stepped back.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to lose myself like that," she excused. "It wasn't very nice of me…"
Roxy dismissed her apology with a humble gesture of her hand. "It's fine, Jane. I know you've been going through some hard times." She gave her a sympathetic smile. Jane exchanged it with a more somber grin.
"Why don't you come in? I'm sure you're probably tired from your journey." Jane placed a delicate hand on the other's shoulder as Roxy gave a slight excited nod, so the slightly shorter girl stepped back into her home, gesturing kindly for the taller one to follow her.
