Title: Valentine's Day or Bust
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Ethan/Rox
Summary: Ethan just wants to drink beer and watch hockey, not discuss his lack of Valentine's Day date with his father. Rox just wants to watch sappy movies and wallow, not listen to Emo's list of reasons why she shouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day.
Author's Note: I somehow managed to skip our favorite couples first Valentine's Day together and I don't know how. So, here, well, here's Valentine's Day.
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Ethan had always disliked Valentine's Day.
Not really for any reason either. He just didn't like it.
He hadn't celebrated it as a kid.
He hadn't celebrated it with Sarah or any of his girlfriends when he was younger.
Leanne hadn't been big on it either.
And while he had gotten her flowers every year they had always wound up working on the 'special' day.
They always found a way to end the day together, regardless of the rest though.
Their first year together they had then taken part in a very serious make-out session on the roof at Angels.
Their second year together they had barely made it to her office before the clothing was shed.
Their third year together they had taken Ariel to dinner with them before returning to Leanne's place.
They had both been relatively naked when Campbell had called them both back into work.
The string of cuss words that had left his mouth had been anything but romantic.
And then last year he had been without her for the first time in what felt like forever.
Instead he had spent the day on some crazy run with Rox.
He had contemplated asking her out for dinner and drinks after that, but he hadn't been able to get up the courage.
So that afternoon he had picked Ariel up from school and they went out for ice-cream. And then they had spent the evening on the beach, talking about anything and everything.
But this year, this year was supposed to be different.
"What are you doing home?" He heard his dad's voice before he saw the man and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
"I live here..." It was officially his house now after all.
"Ethan..." He let out a groan as he fell back against the couch, his now empty beer bottle falling to the floor by his feet.
"Yes dad?" He really wasn't in the mood for his dad's crap right now.
Not after the day he had had.
Not after everything that had been floating around in his head since Sunday afternoon.
"It's Valentines Day." He rolled his eyes at the man's words, as if he could forget.
"Yes it is." He let his head fall back against the couch cushions as he eyed his father.
He stopped just inside the doorway to the living room and Ethan heard him let out a sigh.
"I thought you and Rox had plans." Of course he and Rox had had plans.
Plans that she had no idea about.
He had wanted to surprise her. A romantic dinner, a walk along the beach, an evening of love making they would surely never forget.
"We did." He had seriously contemplated asking her to marry him. Or to move in with him. Something big and extravagant. Something that would surely help her remember their first Valentine's Day together.
"And...?" And instead they were forced to be apart.
"And what?" It was her doing though, so he just tried to suck it up as best as possible.
"Where is she?" He closed his eyes as he brought his hand up to rub at his temple.
He didn't know if this headache was a result of all the alcohol or the stress of the day, but either way, it was driving him insane.
"Don't know. Don't care." He shrugged his shoulders as he forced his eyes back open.
"Bullshit." He let out a chuckle at his dad's words.
"No. Not really." He grabbed another beer from the box on the table and opened it without a second thought.
"Ethan James..." He hated it when his dad used his full name in an attempt to scare him.
"Martin James..." But two could play at that game.
"Stop." His father's voice was stern and when he turned his head in his direction he could tell that the man meant business.
"Stop what?" However, he was just drunk enough to not care.
"Stop being an ass and talk to me." He raised an eyebrow at his father calling him an ass. The apple didn't fall too far from the tree now did it? "Where's Rox?"
"I don't know dad." He whispered.
"She's not coming over?" He shook his head back and forth.
He didn't understand what the man was confused about.
"No." She wasn't coming over.
Not tonight.
And probably never again.
"You're not celebrating together?" Sighing, Ethan pushed himself up a little, his eyes shifting back to the TV as he took a sip of his beer.
"Celebrating what?" Playing stupid was apparently his MO these days.
"Valentine's Day." He could hear the frustration and it made him smile.
His relationship with his father may have improved greatly over the past year, but he sometimes still took a lot of pride in being able to screw with him.
"What's there to celebrate?" He didn't know why they would be celebrating.
"Did you two break up?" His dad's question sent his mind for a spin.
"I don't know." Had they broken up? He wasn't entirely sure at this point.
"I thought she went to Jeff's wedding with you Saturday." As much fun as the wedding had been, he wanted to forget it all right now.
He wanted to forget the dancing and the laughing.
He wanted to forget the way her body had felt under his as they had made love that night.
"She did." He huffed out.
"How did it go?" He wanted to guess that his father was aware of the fact that it must not have gone too well.
"Fine." He whispered.
"So..." His dad's prodding was starting to piss him off.
And it was making his headache worse.
Neither of which were a good thing.
"So we had a huge fight dad. Like, major, okay?" He hated admitting that they had fought. Especially when he didn't even really know why. "I don't know where she is or what she's doing. All I know is that she isn't here with me and I hate it."
"What did you guys fight about?" Fuck he just wanted this conversation to end.
"I don't even know dad." He sighed before taking another large sip of his beer.
He wanted his dad to leave and he wanted him to do it now.
"Well you should try and make up." He rolled his eyes once more. "Spending Valentine's Day alone isn't good."
"I'm not alone dad, you're here." Ah, sarcasm, his favorite weapon in defense against the older man.
"How many beers have you had?" He supposed that the amount of alcohol he had consumed was probably contributing some to his snarkiness.
"Two." It has only been two right?
"And..." He didn't understand what else his father wanted to know.
"And...?" He shifted his attention to his beer bottle, staring down at it longingly.
"How much of that bottle of Jack Daniel's have you had?" He shifted eyes to the coffee table and toward the object in question.
"Most." He had forgotten that thing was even there.
"Define most." He couldn't help but chuckle at his words but apparently his dad didn't find his laugher as amusing as he did.
"I'm not drunk dad." And he wasn't. "Not yet anyway."
"Ethan..." His dad's tone was full of warning and he let out a sigh as he shifted his eyes toward him.
"Look dad, I really just wanna be alone to drown my sorrows and wallow." In reality, he just wanted to drink himself into oblivion and make the world around him disappear. "Now, you are more than welcome to join me, but I'd appreciate it if you saved the judgement for another night. Please."
"Okay okay. I'll stay and I won't judge." His dad made his way toward the couch and plopped down in the space beside him. "On one condition."
"What?" He growled out.
"You turn off this ridiculous movie and put it on something worth watching." He rolled his eyes at his father's words.
There was nothing wrong with what he was watching.
"There's nothing else on." And it was true. He had spent the better part of an hour flipping channels trying to find something to watch.
"Have you bothered to look?" He sighed at his dad's question, of course he had bothered to look.
"Yes. There isn't even a hockey game on." He knew he couldn't expect baseball in February, and he wasn't really into basketball. But he would have settled for hockey. At least then he might have been able to watch two guys beat the shit out of each other. "Nothing. It's almost like they figure everyone has better things to do tonight."
"Well they..." He shot his dad a glare as he spoke.
"Don't finish that sentence dad." He really didn't need his father's input right now.
"Fine. Give me the remote though. And a beer." He held both his hands out and gave Ethan a look. "If you're gonna drown your sorrows you're not gonna do it alone."
Ethan let out a soft huff before obliging the older man, placing a beer in one hand and the remote in the other.
He was surprisingly thankful that he wasn't alone tonight.
Although he much rather would have had Roxane for company.
Roxane hated Valentine's Day.
Absolutely, fucking, hated it.
She had never liked the holiday. Not even as a little girl. And she especially hated it as an adult.
However, she was hoping this year would be different.
She was expecting Ethan to plan something sweet and romantic. Something that would make their first Valentine's Day together super memorable.
But then they had fought after the wedding and she had pushed him away and here they were.
Apart, on the most romantic day of the year, and she hated it.
"Roxane!" She heard Emo's voice before she saw her and she let out a groan as she heard the older woman make her way into the house. "Are you home?"
"Yes." She hollered back.
She didn't know why the woman was here, but she already wanted her to go.
"What are you doing here Rox?" Her question was shocking, where else was she supposed to be?
"This is my house?" She was confused by Emo's confusion.
"It's Valentine's Day." She gave the older woman a look as she rounded the corner.
"So?" She didn't understand what that had to with anything.
"So... I'm surprised you're not with Ethan." She let out a sigh, she was surprised too.
"Why would I be with Ethan?" But she wasn't going to show it.
"Because he's your boyfriend..." The older woman rolled her eyes at her and she huffed, "and you two are fucking obsessed with each other."
"Emo! Language!" It wasn't like the older woman to cuss and she was caught off guard by the use of the 'f word' coming from her.
"Well it's true." She rolled her eyes, it most certainly was not true.
"No it's not Emo." They weren't obsessed with each other.
At least not anymore anyway.
"Yes it is." Emo placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh.
"No!" Rox practically screamed back and she watched as Emo's shoulders slumped.
She never got angry at her. Ever.
She had to have known that something was up.
"Okay, either way, why aren't you with him?" She let her head fall back against the couch as she closed her eyes.
"Because I'm not." She really didn't want to get into details. No matter how close she was with Emo, this was something she didn't really want to discuss with anyone.
"That's a horrible excuse." She knew it was, but she didn't care.
"What do you want me to say?" Shrugging her shoulders she turned her attention back to the other woman, raising an eyebrow at the perturbed look on her face.
"The truth." She said softly.
"Truth is, I'm not with him." She still didn't want to talk about it. No matter how sympathetic Emo tried to make herself look. "End of discussion."
"No. No end of discussion." She stepped further into the room and let her eyes wander around the small place. "It's Valentines Day, you two should be together."
"Why?" She didn't understand what the big deal was.
"Did you two breakup?" Her heart suddenly stopped in her chest.
"I don't know." She didn't know if they had broken up, but that's certainly what it felt like right now.
"Did you two have a fight?" Sighing she closed her eyes once more.
"I don't know." Yes, they had definitely had a fight.
About what she didn't quite know.
"Roxane Grace!" The use of her full name caused her to turn her attention back around.
She hated it when Emo used her full name against her.
"Jaelyn Grace!" But then again, she could do the same.
She hadn't been named after the woman for nothing.
"Are you drunk?" She chuckled at Emo's question.
Drunk? Her? Never.
"No." She whispered.
"How many beers have you had?" She shrugged her shoulders.
She didn't even care at this point.
"One." She looked down at the bottle in her hand and sighed. "And a half."
"And that bottle of Malibu? It was full last night." She had completely forgotten about the bottle sitting on the coffee table next to the six pack of beer.
"Well it's not anymore." She was snarky when she drank and she kind of liked it.
"I swear..." Emo moved closer to the couch and shot her a look that could surely kill if it was possible.
"I'm not drunk Emo." She said softly. "Please. Just leave."
"No such luck." She moved to sit beside her on the couch and Rox let out a sigh. She really, really just wanted to be left alone. "If you're gonna drown your sorrows and wallow I'm not gonna let you do it alone."
"Then sit down and be quiet," She shot Emo a glare of her own, "because I'm trying to watch this."
"This movie is horrible." Rox rolled her eyes at the older woman, she never did have a good taste in movies.
"Well it's the only thing on TV so hush." That part was so true too. She had spent almost an hour trying to find something to watch and this was the only thing that sounded remotely interesting.
"Give me the remote." Emo extended her hand in her direction and she huffed.
"No." She most certainly wasn't going to give up control of the TV.
Not tonight of all nights.
"I'm leaving then." The older woman crossed her arms over her chest and Rox plopped back against the couch cushions.
"Fine." She whined.
"Roxane..." Emo's hand was still extended and there was still no remote in it.
"Fine, here." She placed the remote in the woman's hands and huffed. "Just please, whatever you do, don't put in hockey."
She knew that Ethan liked hockey and the last thing she needed was another reminder of him.
Not tonight of all nights.
Maybe not ever again.
Ethan had just finished his fifth beer when his dad had finally settled on a hockey game that had just started.
He had let out a sigh of relief when the older man finally relaxed back against the couch, his third beer of the night cradled in his hands.
He was hoping that this meant he would finally get some peace and quiet so that he could relax.
"So you and Rox huh?" He should have known his father would award him no such thing.
"What about us?" He sighed. He didn't want to talk about Rox.
Not now.
Maybe not ever again.
"You broke up?" He closed his eyes at his father's question.
Hadn't they already been over this?
"I thought we'd been over this dad." He huffed out. "Yes, we broke up."
"Why?" If only he knew.
"Don't know." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Did she cheat on you?" He could feel his dad's eyes on him and he reluctantly turned his attention to the older man.
"God I hope not." He prayed that Rox had done no such thing.
He didn't peg her for that kind of girl.
He knew that she was used to 'playing the field', as the saying went, but he also knew that she had never been in a committed relationship before.
He hoped that she wasn't stupid enough to cheat on him.
"Did you cheat on her?" He wanted to slap his father for that question.
"Fuck no." How in the world his father could insinuate such a thing made him furious.
He would never, not in a million years, cheat on Roxane.
He loved her entirely too much to even fathom such a thing.
"Is she pregnant?" He hadn't even thought of that.
"Why would we break up if she was pregnant?" But he didn't know why they would have broken up because of that.
Unless she was scared of getting hurt again.
If that was the case, he would totally understand her wanting to run from him.
"I don't know." His dad shrugged his shoulders as he turned his attention back to the TV. "You didn't ask her to marry you did you?"
His dad's question sent his head spinning.
"No dad." He hadn't asked her, yet.
But he had certainly been contemplating it.
"Is she jealous over Leanne again?" God he hoped not.
He was so tired of having that fight with Rox.
She had to know by now that he and Leanne were not getting back together.
"I don't know dad." She had to know, right?
"You don't know a whole lot of anything right now do you?" He chuckled at his dad's question.
He didn't know a whole lot of anything anymore.
He both hated and enjoyed it.
"I've had 5 beers and half a bottle of whiskey," He shot his dad a curious look, "you tell me."
"Drunk." Martin muttered out, followed by a chuckle.
"You're not that far behind me old man." Ethan tilted his beer in his father's direction and he couldn't help but laugh when the older man rolled his eyes at him. "And you've been here half as long as I have."
"I can't believe you two aren't together right now." He couldn't believe it either, but it was what it was.
She didn't want to be with him anymore and that was fine.
He would move on and he would be okay.
He was a big boy.
"I wouldn't be much for company now would I?" He hoped that his dad would take that as a hint to finally leave him the hell alone.
"I like you just fine." But apparently it wasn't enough of a clue for him to get lost.
"Thanks dad." He huffed out.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Ethan slowly drinking his sixth beer, Martin giving in and opening his fourth.
He hoped that his dad would just leave him alone at this point.
Clearly he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"So what are you gonna do now?" But then it became obvious to Ethan that while alcohol made him quiet, it apparently made his father talkative.
"What do you mean?" He didn't understand his father's question.
Right now he was gonna finish drowning his sorrows in beer and whiskey.
Then he was going to pass out, maybe upstairs in his bed, but more than likely right here on the couch.
And in the morning, he would drag his hungover ass to work.
End of story.
"Are you gonna date again?" He rolled his eyes at his father's question. What was he, sixteen? "Stay single?"
"I don't know." He didn't know what he was going to do to be honest.
Part of him wanted to go out and get laid just because he felt so shitty about himself.
But that wasn't him and they both knew it.
"Maybe you and Leanne can get back together." He growled at his dad's suggestion.
He and Leanne were never going to be a couple again.
No matter how badly his dad and Ariel wanted it to happen.
"That's never gonna happen dad." They had been through too much.
There was too much baggage in that department.
"Why not? You two loved each other didn't you?" He sighed as his heart fluttered in his chest.
"Yes." Of course he had loved her.
They had spent two and a half years together as a couple and had been friends for almost five.
They had lived together.
They had a daughter together.
He had loved her more than anything.
But that had been then, and this was now, and the things that had happened between them were too much for him to bear.
They would never get back together, of that he was certain.
"And that kid of yours, she needs you two." He damn well knew that Ariel needed them.
She told them all the time.
But he also knew that they had both talked to her multiple times about how they weren't going to get their happily ever after like she wanted them too.
"We haven't gone anywhere dad." Ariel still had them, they were both right there in front of her.
"You guys were a cute couple." He chuckled at his dad's words.
His dad had barely known them as a couple, save for a few 'family' dinners that Robbie had talked them into having before he passed away.
He didn't know where his father got that perception from.
"I'm incredibly uncomfortable with how this conversation is going." He really just wanted this line of questioning to end.
He had never felt comfortable discussing his relationships with his dad in the past.
That certainly wasn't going to change now.
"Just saying." Martin shrugged his shoulders as he took a sip from his beer.
"Well, stop." Ethan's head was starting to hurt again and he was fairly certain that his father was the main reason for his discomfort at this point.
"Good argument Ethan." He felt like he was fighting with a small child at this point.
"I'm tired, dad." He groaned out.
In reality, he could probably keep going for another few hours, but he hoped his dad would be discouraged by his words and would move on with his life.
"Go to bed, son." He tilted his beer in his direction as he shot him a smile.
"I can't." He huffed out.
"And why is that?" His father raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because I can't get up." And he couldn't.
He was fairly certain that he had sunk so far down into the couch cushions that they would have to just burry him there.
"Admit it, you're drunk." His dad chuckled at him as he tried to push himself into a better sitting position.
"I'm... tipsy." He was most certainly far past tipsy.
"You're drunk." He was most certainly drunk.
"Shut up." But he didn't want to admit that to his father.
"Speaking of Ariel..." He shot his dad a look as he dropped his now empty beer bottle onto the table.
"We weren't speaking of Ariel." They hadn't been talking about Ariel, had they?
"Where is she tonight?" He blinked at his father's question.
How was he supposed to know where she was?
She was with Leanne until Friday night and he did his best, per Leanne's request, to not worry about how Leanne handled things when she was with her.
"At home I hope." He was pretty sure she was at home. That was where Leanne had said she would be anyway. "Probably doing homework."
"No date for her?" He didn't even want to think about his little girl going on a date.
Nope. Not at all.
After everything that happened with Max last year he was perfectly fine with his daughter swearing off boys for a while like she had promised she would.
He couldn't stand to see her get her heart broken once more.
"Not that I'm aware of." He knew that if she had had one though he would have been the first to know.
They were insanely close like that.
It often pissed Leanne off to know that he was closer to the girl in some aspects than she was.
There were days where he took great pride in that fact.
"Interesting." He rolled his eyes at his dad's comment.
What did he care if Ariel was out on a date or not?
He was just as protective of the girl as he was.
Surely he wouldn't have been okay with it, even if there was nothing he could do about it.
"Goodbye dad." He growled out.
"I can't drive home Ethan." He knew that. His dad was already done with his fourth beer.
There was no way the man was driving home after all that.
"Then go down the hall and go to bed." But maybe he would at least leave him alone and go sleep in the guest room.
Or Ariel's room for that matter.
He didn't care, as long as he was away from him.
"Fine." Martin huffed out, pushing himself up and off the couch.
"Goodnight dad." He dragged out, watching as his dad waved at him as he made his way down the hall.
"Goodnight Ethan." He called back.
Ethan let out a sigh as he turned his attention back to the TV screen.
This was most certainly not how he had planned on spending his evening.
Rox was exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted.
She just wanted to sleep, for days on end, and to be honest, part of her never wanted to wake up.
But instead of sleeping the night away like she had planned she was stuck sitting here with Emo watching some old black and white movie that she had never heard of.
It most certainly was not how she imagined spending her Valentine's Day night.
"So… you and Ethan?" Emo's question shook her from her thoughts and she let out a sigh.
"What about me and Ethan?" She didn't know why she was so interested in their relationship all of a sudden.
Or better yet, their lack of relationship at this point.
"Why'd you break up?" She watched as Emo turned her attention toward her and she sighed.
"I don't know Emo." She really had no clue what exactly had transpired between them.
All she knew was that they weren't talking to each other.
She was pretty sure it was all her fault too.
But she certainly wasn't going to admit that to Emo.
"You don't know?" She rolled her eyes as the older woman raised an eyebrow.
"No, I don't know." She just wanted her to leave her alone. "Can we please not talk about this?"
"He didn't cheat on you did he?" Her heart stopped in her chest at her question.
There was no way that Ethan would ever do something like that.
Was there?
"No. Why?" She sat up straighter on the couch and turned her whole body toward the older woman. "Have you heard something?"
"No! No, Rox, he would never." She sure hoped that he wouldn't do that to her. But then again, she felt like she didn't really know him all that well anymore. "It was just a question."
"Oh. Okay." Rox sighed as she leaned back against the couch cushions once more, her eyes closing as she tried to ground herself.
"You didn't cheat on him did you?" She huffed at Emo's question.
"No Emo. I would never." She may have been a bit of a 'player' before Ethan, but not now.
She was either with him, or with no one, of that much she was certain.
"Wait a minute, you're not pregnant are you?" Her eyes snapped open at the older woman's question.
Where in the world would she get a crazy idea like that?
"What?! No!" She shouted back. "Why would you think that?"
"Just curious." Emo's excuse was lame, she knew that Rox couldn't get pregnant.
She didn't know why she would even bring that up.
"No. I'm not pregnant Emo." She sighed. She was trying her best to keep her tears at bay. "You know I can't…"
"I'm sorry I said anything Rox, really." Emo's face said it all.
She was sorry, very sorry and Rox could tell that she felt bad for bringing it up.
"It's fine." She whispered.
"So you broke up…" Rox slapped her hand against her forehead.
Why couldn't this conversation just freaking end already?
"Yes." She growled out.
"Do you wanna get back together?" Of course she wanted to get back together with Ethan.
Not that she would admit that out loud to anyone.
Not even him.
"I don't know." She said softly.
"Do you still love him?" Of course she still loved him!
She loved him more than anything in this world and her heart was breaking being away from him.
"I don't know." But she had made the choice to fight with him and he had made the choice to walk away from her and not look back.
"You're real chatty tonight love." She rolled her eyes once more.
Of course she wasn't real chatty.
She was drunk. And heartbroken.
What about that situation screamed chatty?
"Well the three beers and the half a bottle of Malibu aren't exactly making me feel that great." She wasn't normally one to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but tonight, it just seemed appropriate.
"You don't wanna wallow?" No she didn't want to wallow. "Talk it out? Cry it out?"
"No Emo." She didn't want to do any of those things.
She wanted to drink until she couldn't think straight and then she wanted to pass out.
End of story.
"What are you gonna do?" She didn't understand Emo's question. "Are you gonna date someone else?"
"You know I don't date." Of course she wasn't going to date someone else.
She didn't date. Anyone. Ever. Period.
"You dated Ethan." She let out a sigh as she sank even further into the couch.
"Ethan was… special." She mumbled out.
Ethan was more than just special.
Ethan was…
She didn't even know what he was.
But he had been her everything.
"You miss him don't you?" Emo's question sent her heart into a panic.
"Of course I miss him Emo." She whispered. "He was my best-friend."
"He's not your best-friend anymore?" She didn't even know what he was to her anymore, but she was certain that he didn't want to be her best-friend anymore.
"He doesn't need me." She felt her heart breaking in her chest at her own words.
"This isn't about Leanne again is it?" Rox didn't understand why everyone always assumed that her issues with Ethan stemmed from his relationship with Leanne.
"No! Would you stop with the Leanne bullshit?" She wished everyone would just stop making this about the other woman. It wasn't always jealousy that got her in such a tizzy. "It's not about Leanne!"
"Then what?" Emo didn't even miss a beat when Rox screamed at her.
"Nothing Emo." She sighed. "Please, just, leave it be."
"Is he going back to her?" How would she know what Ethan's intentions were?
"I don't know." It's not like he would tell her if he was or not. "It's really none of my business."
"Yes it is." The older woman crossed her arms over her chest and shot her a dirty look. "That would be the ultimate betrayal right there."
"It's his life." She huffed out. "He can do whatever the hell he wants."
"He'd be stupid to go back to her." Yes, yes he would.
But if that was what he wanted than she was powerless to stop him.
"He loved her Emo." In fact, she was about 110% certain that he still loved her. "They have a kid together. It's not stupid."
"Stupid." Emo sighed as she fell back against the couch cushions.
The older woman seemed to be taking their breakup worse than she was.
"Please, just, stop." She just wanted to stop worrying about it.
It was over and done with and she just wanted to move on.
"I mean it Rox. This isn't fair." She knew it wasn't fair.
Nothing about this situation was fair.
"Life isn't fair." But she knew she couldn't do anything about it.
"You can't tell me you don't miss him." Hadn't she already admitted that she missed him?
Hadn't they already been over this nonsense?
"Yes Emo! I miss him like fucking crazy and it hurts okay?" She was shouting now. Loud and overstated and her throat burned with the words she said. "It hurts not having him here with me. It hurts not being able to call him and talk to him about my day. It hurts not falling asleep in his arms at night. But it is what is. We broke up. End of story."
"Roxane…" She could tell that she had crossed a line, that she had gone to far. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"
Part of her felt bad for screaming at the older woman.
But then again, part of her just wanted this nightmare to end.
"It's fine. I'm going to bed." She pushed herself up and off the couch and headed toward her bedroom.
"Please no, stay." She stopped when Emo laid a hand on her arm gently. "We can stay up and talk. I've got a bottle of wine in the car. We can open it, watch another sappy movie."
"No. I just… I just wanna go to bed." She felt the tears starting to roll down her cheeks and she hated it. She hated that she had broken. "You can stay if you want. Or don't. But I'm gonna go get some sleep."
"Okay. I'll be here if you need me honey." Emo squeezed her arm softly, offering her a smile as she tried to convey to her that she was indeed there for her if that's what she needed.
Rox knew that she had the best of intentions.
But right now, it wasn't good intentions that she needed.
"Goodnight Emo." She whispered.
"Goodnight Rox." Emo whispered back.
And then she was letting her legs carry her toward her bedroom.
Her heart and her head both pounding wildly.
She really, really hated Valentine's Day.
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