Sabrina: The Pessimist and the Paranormal Investigator

Title: The Pessimist and the Paranormal Investigator

Chapter 2: Downhill From Here

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are mine. The mention of two actual people comes up but sadly I am left my little fantasies of what would happen to these characters.

Summary: In Roxie's POV. It's pretty predictable for the most part. With Sabrina and Morgan gone, Roxie's stuck with Miles for a weekend. There's nothing graphic.

Category: Sabrina the Teenage Witch- PG-13

Author's Note: Since the main focus of the show is Sabrina (big surprise! Hence the name) I didn't have much to go on for how Roxie and Miles react to certain things, but I gave it a try.

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My head was doing that swimming thing it does when I first wake up in the morning and is unsure of what was going on. I felt the streams of light fall over my face and I groaned, squirming. I thought back to the night before and smiled to myself for a moment, then I realized I was losing it. I'd just realized that Miles wouldn't be going anywhere for a while which meant that we would have the opportunity to spend more weekends together. Weekends that I was actually looking forward to. I was actually falling for Galacticboy and I was falling hard. The feel of him and his scent was racing through the blob I once called a mind. I shifted and I wrinkled my eyebrows for a moment. It took a moment to transfer, but before it could quite gather it in my mind a squeal had me jolting upright. "Oh my god!"

It was my turn. "Oh my god!" There was Morgan standing in the doorframe, her Gucci bag to her chest and her mouth hanging open. As for me, my mouth was hanging open as well and I looked down on the bed next to me to see Miles still sleeping like a log with his mouth slightly opened and his arm now hanging over the side of his bed. I thought quickly back to last night and turned back to Morgan. "Not that this is any of your business, but nothing happened." I watched her face slowly recover from the shock and exhaled, collected herself. She walked into the room and sat beside me on the bed. "Listen, Roxie, you don't have to lie to me. Whatever went on with you and the Alien-hunter is fine with me, but Roxie…" she opened the little clasp on the pale pink purse and pulled out a link of square multicolored packets, "a well rounded yet promiscuous girl should always be prepared…even if it's with…Miles." My mouth still hung open, only I looked more mortified now than before. She patted me on the cheek again and closed the door behind he as she left. I looked down at the link she placed in my hand, my expression unchanged, and over at Miles. Oh my god! I dropped the things that brought horrifying thoughts to my mind, practically throwing them across the room. Miles stirred again and I heard his haggard voice from behind me. "You okay?" I looked back at him and watched him rub his eyes. I swallowed and rested my feet from the floor to the bed and tucked my arms behind my head. I was going to be nonchalant about this. "Yeah, I'm great, it's just that Morgan thinks we're having sex." He bolted up just as quickly as I did and was knocked out of his sleep. "What?" I laughed as he did and he began to calm. "Oh…okay…you're joking?"

"Nope." He began growing disturbed again. "Then what's so funny?" I grinned at him. "You." He looked like he was simulating shock and he brought his hand to his chest. "Me?" I pressed my index finger on his chest twice and gave him a condemning look. "Yeah, you." He tilted his head from side to side as if he'd accepted what I said. He turned his head to the opposite side of him and I raised my brows while he looked away from me. I heard his voice peak again. "Oh yeah?" He turned to me grinning and suddenly charged at me. I couldn't help but laugh out loud as he tickled me. I squirmed and tried to call for him to stop between laughs. Just to explain, the tickling bit was all part of an inside joke we'd shared last night while discussing something and was an activity Miles had taken a liking to. He was a lot stronger than I'd expected, granted he did look sort of puny. I pressed my fists against his chest as I threw my head back, unable to free myself from his tickles. He laughed with…or at me as he tickled and I squirmed, but it all soon died down and I felt his lips press against mine. His lips were warm and morning breath was nonexistent, not that I was really thinking about it. The soft feel of his kiss was blinding and in my head I was floating as they went on. I became aware of his hands now cupping my face and the sound of Morgan's voice streaking in my ears. He pulled away from me and my breath caught in my throat at how quickly Morgan had stormed in and Miles had pulled away from me, nearly choking me. I looked over in Morgan's direction where his eyes were locked, horrified. "I just wanted to know who was making my breakfast since Sabrina isn't here…but I see you're busy." She smiled widely at us and closed the door behind her. Damn it Morgan! I looked back up to Miles who was staring down at me now and at the realization of the fact he was on top of me, stood up, his face flushed. He ran his hands through his sleek black hair and looked glancing at me only once before slamming the door behind him as he left.

I had to sigh now and I turned my head over, burying it in the pillow, giving a muffled scream. Where was Sabrina when you "actually" needed her?

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For once the four of us were all home and lounging around in the living room eating Chinese takeout instead of at an actual table. I wasn't sure we had an actual table, but my nerves were beginning to agitate me as Morgan kept giving Miles and I funny looks. Sabrina had finally given up seeking our attention and getting us to be as perky as she is and always has been. She sat musing to herself about Mr. Guber and his issues on "Boston Public". I looked over at Miles in the corner of my eye. He was focused firmly on the images of the television. He'd done a pretty good job of being focused on other things. I hadn't had direct eye contact with Galacticboy since he left yesterday and he had expertly learned to ignore me. I put down the Styrofoam container on the coffee table in front of me and rose from the seat heading out the door. As I was ready to step on the first step from the porch I heard Sabrina's voice sound from behind. "Hey Rox, what's going on?" I turned to face the oddball that was my dear friend and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about Sabrina. I'm just going for a walk." I turned back around and again… she spoke up. "I know you Roxie and don't usual leave Chinese takeout unattended in that house, and the odd looks are usual directed by Morgan to Miles not to you." I turned to her looking sarcastic. I couldn't help myself. "Oh you'll never guess what happened while you were gone." She raised an interested eyebrow and smiled a lopsided smile. I walked towards her and perched myself on a railing. "Well, Morgan gave me some condoms." That came out a little overexcited. "What?" I almost laughed at her expression of shock. I heard Princess's voice again when she walked onto the porch and closed the door behind her. "Oh, did our little Roxie here tell you about what she's been doing over the weekend?" She walked over to me and placed an arm around my shoulders. "I was just telling Sabrina that you've develop a personal interest in prophylactics. Giving them out as early Christmas presents?"

"Actually I'm just trying to make sure my little Roxie here doesn't end up giving birth to Mile's baby before next semester." God, shoot me. Just shoot me now. That surprised look came over her face again and I wasn't amused this time, but Morgan was. "What?"

"Close your mouth, Sabrina. You'll get flies in." She did as she was told, out of impulse and continued to stare at me.

"Of course-" Morgan cut me off. "It didn't look like a joke when I found Miles in your bed yesterday morning."

"What?" Sabrina developed a new favorite word. "Yep. Roxie's getting just as much action as Brad and I." I turned to her, her hand shrugging off.

"First of all, I'm not getting action from Miles, never was and never will be, and second, if you're getting so much action, why'd you come back a day early?" She huffed, "Brad's parents showed up uninvited. We had to reschedule. But back to you."

"There's nothing going on with me."

"Sure there isn't… and I'm still a virgin." I hyped up, feigning joy. "You too?" She glared at me.

"But what was Miles doing in your bed?" Sabrina looked like she was about to explode. I took a breath. "Look. Miles and I are not sleeping together and we are not in a relationship." Morgan looked up innocently. "That's not what it looked like when I saw you two kissing." Sabrina's mouth fell open and her eyes practically left her head. I held my breath in on impulse and my skin grew hot and red. I took another gulp of air and said with some force, if any. "Come on Sabrina, like this is anymore weird than the time I spent chasing Miles around the house on Valentine's Day. At least this I can take a stab at explaining." They stayed silent with their looks the same, waiting for me to say something. "It… was an accident."

"Oh, did he just trip, push you on the bed and fall on your lips?" There was Morgan getting vindictive again. "You know what? I don't have to explain anything to either of you. So what if I dry humped Miles while the both of you were out all weekend. It's really none of your business and I'd appreciate it if you'd stay the hell out!" I heard the door close and all six eyes turned to the only member of the house that wasn't out on the porch. My breath seemed to be getting caught in my throat a lot these days and I did the only thing I could do. I got the hell off the porch and went on that little walk I'd devised for myself.

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