Rose Lalonde had the cellphone in her hand and found the contact in her list, though she always had Roxy on the speed dial for number one. She stared at the name, Roxy. Her daughter, according to the media, Dave's daughter. Roxy. The cute blonde who toned her hair platinum and curled it out so she looked like a movie star. A drunken movie star. Rose had a seventh glass of champagne in her hand and she knew that she'd never be able to help Roxy, because really, she had her own vice. The same vice, actually. She regretted ever leaving the alcohol out so carelessly. How could she expect it to go differently? She was never home, left it out, and Roxy had always watched her drink, so what else was Rose to expect? Rose's guilt had caused her to eclipse herself out of Roxy's life and hope the abstinence of her poor influence would improve it. She called Roxy, dialing one, to find it was on voicemail.

Roxy got home from work and turned on her cellphone. Callie was strangely absent, but Roxy noticed that someone had called her. Someone who wasn't Dirk had called her. Which was strange, really, since she didn't exactly have many friends left. Looking at the number, she knew it was her mother and she felt like someone had punched her. Calling her mother was like taking a trip down future lane, looking at herself in the future she could have had. An old cougar party girl hanging off Dave, insisting that they were always 'just friends'. She knows her mother would never stop drinking. Roxy knows how her mother will die, she doesn't know for when but when that phone rings at an odd hour, she always the suspicion, that there will be no more conversations. Roxy sighs and calls her back, the phone rings and she hope Rose will be alive to pick it up.

"Hello Roxy," Rose says. She's so good at covering up the slur. She makes things seems glamorous, even over the phone.

"Hi mom, I'm sorry for not picking up, I had my phone turned off because I was at work."

"I thought you weren't working."

"Well, I mean, I was unemployed awhile because of the drinking I used to do," Roxy explained. She doesn't hear Rose gasp.

"But I got sober and now I'm working at a computer repair shop, I think I might go back to school, and I might try going into physics and engineering instead of computers, I don't think they'd let me be a programmer after last time," Roxy explained.

"I'm happy to hear that," Rose says, her voice cracks at happy and she's about to cry. She doesn't know if she's going to cry because she's proud of Roxy or ashamed of herself for not being as strong as her prodigy.

"I'm coming to your town to speak at a business conference. The topic is about selfmade successes, and they asked to speak with me about Complacency," Rose said.

"Are you going to stay here or at a hotel?" Roxy asked.

"Hotel," Rose said. Roxy was relieved that she wouldn't have to explain the angel taking up residence in her home.

"Dave is also coming because they want him to speak," Rose told her. She could hear Roxy's noises of exasperated discontent.

"Roxy, I know things are hard between you two, but Dave is my support and well, he's special so please be kind to him as you are to Dirk," Rose said. Roxy hadn't liked Dave too much. She thought he was just a bad influence to her mother's drinking and poor behavior at public places.

"Really, because if quittin' is that hard, then your fuckup daughter wouldn't have been able to do it," Roxy said, and hung up. Roxy had always been the void to Rose's light. The dark little blemish in her celebrity mom's shining franchise. She was never Rose's shining glory, she was always the obstacle single author mom Rose Lalonde had to overcome to be the success she is.

Jake was sitting on his couch, crying. He had purchased some weaponry, but all of the illegally purchased firearms in this world couldn't cheer him up. He wanted to be back home on his island. Where the night was filled with the sounds of the forest, where the architecture was alive, where he'd sleep on the beach surrounded by warm palm trees and the rhythmic rushing of waves hitting the shore line. He wanted to be home. Being here made him miserable. He hated it here. He felt like this whole city would swallow him home and eat him whole, leaving nothing but a skeleton behind. He was terrified and alone, his only friend was that comforting business man. He didn't want to talk to anyone, because all his friend left him for being too bothersome, and even reached out for a hand, they'd call him selfish. But he needed the help he really needed it this time.

"No grandma, I don't want you to visit," Jake said.

"And why not?!" Jade protested.

"I'm really down on myself lately, and I, I don't want you to be seeing me all glum and poked out like a washed up ol' rag," Jake said.

"Jake, listen to me," Jade told her him, her voice was hard and strict, as if she were going to yell at him at any second, "I love you. I don't care if you're the saddest kid in the whole wide world, I am going to come over there, and when I get there we are going to have so much fun you will die, got it?"

"Yes, grandma, but right now I need to be alone..." Jake said.

"Nonsense, I'll surprise ya', so stay clear because Grandma English is coming to town." Jade said, besides, two of her dearest friends, Rose and Dave were going to Jake's city to speak soon and she wanted to visit them too. And there was always the matter of visiting her best friend's grave.

"Jane, you look dashing," Caliborn told her. Her hair was done up pin up style with a big bump and curled bangs with a blue headband. She wore a pretty white dress with vintage touches, and held a big, red spoon in one hand.

"Thanks, the stylist really went retro with the shoot," Jane said. She was the face of the 'new Betty Crocker'. She was the hip, retro-chic girl with winged eyeliner who can bake cakes so good they'd make some one slap their mom for another piece.

"And I'm the one who is going to make you famous," Caliborn told her.

Jane smiled. Caliborn was such a nice guy, he had helped her with the take over, the last CEO and figure heads crumpled underneath their influence even though they didn't try very hard. Jane felt so happy, she was the heiress, she was the queen. Everyone that tried to stop her just ended up crumbling beneath her feet, and well, if that didn't make her feel triumphant. If Jane wants it ,she has it. She has the admiration of many- she's a new self-made billionaire. Jane is the pretty black haired darling with a doll face, and the stone cold heart of a soul stealer. She isn't some tryhard girl from the suburbs, she'll cut a throat and mix the blood into a refreshing summer treat. She's going to make her debut and by heavens, she's going to marvelous.

"We make such a good team, I really appreciate your help," Jane told him. Caliborn snickered and his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen for a quick second before looking back at Jane with a sad look on his face.

"Sorry, but I have to leave, I have some other business attend to," Caliborn apologized. It was time that he checked up on Jake and stuck their plan in motion.

Calliope took a walk in the human park to clear her head, and stopped by the human lemonade stand to get a drink to clear her parched throat. She looked at her reflection in the fountain waters, the truth of her horrible appearance was reflected for her own eyes only. Never forget who you are, you're hideous, you angel. You have a heart of gold but the body of a beast. An angel doesn't need to be attractive, vanity will just distract you from your duties to serve humanity. Your beautiful soul with shine through. And since you're the most hideous cherub in existence, you probably also have the most beautiful and pure soul of them as well. You're not a pale faced human, you have fangs and bony claws that would tear up the cute dress you're wearing. Don't forget who you are, and where you come from.

Calliope realizes now that she and Roxy could be together. She can withstand the things the make her scared and she knows that it's not just about her love, but Roxy's love and that when they come together, that would mean something. So what if she's ugly, that doesn't mean Roxy still can't love her. So what if she's asexual, it doesn't matter. And if Calliope lives on even as Roxy perishes, then she still would have known that she could love. And really, so what if it's forbidden, it was a dumb idea to forbid something as beautiful and pure as love in the first place! She is ready to confess! She's going to keep it simple, choke down her fear, and say the word as clearly as possible without singing. Callie opens up the door to Roxy's apartment, her hand not quite as shaky as before.

"Callie!" Roxy cried, practically glomping Calliope before she could get through the door.

"Callie, I know I must sound all kinds of crazy, but I am done acting all scared, of my mom, and of my feelings. I don't wanna lie any more or think that my feelings ain't good to speak about," Roxy told her. Roxy was still clinging to Calliope.

"What?" Calliope asked.

"I love you," Roxy said.

"I love you too, Roxy."

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