Roxy stood in front of the revolving door, breathing deeply. Her wig fell in soft cascading waves, and her light pink eyes were closed. She was finally where she belonged. A place where she could ramble on about the things she loved and people would understand, instead of looking at her like she was crazy.

"Rox? Are we gonna go in?" Jane asked, adjusting her own pink wig. Of course Jane would be Princess Bubblegum.

"Yeah!" Roxy said, charging through the door. The badges. The schedules. The cosplays. The pocky! She'd forgotten how much she loved it here.

"Where are we gonna go first?" Roxy pestered Jane, "C'mon, where? Wheeerrreee?"

"Roxy!" Jane hissed, wrapping her hand around Roxy's arm.

"Whhhaaat?"

"Look. Right there."

"I don't see what the big deal i-Whoa."

A group of kids walked through the other door, commanding the two teenage girls' attention. A twin boy and girl were chattering excitedly, pushing up their huge geeky glasses. Another two kids, about the same age, both blond, were obviously making fun of them, much to the delight of the older teenage boy there.

Who Janey was looking at like he was a freshly baked plate of cookies.

"Who is that?" Roxy said, mouth curling up in a devilish grin. "Janey, is there something you're not tellin' me?"

"Shush!" Jane snapped, beginning to blush.

"Heyyy!" Roxy called, waving at him cheerfully. Jane turned strawberry frosting red as he flashed them a bucktoothed grin and flipped his glasses. She ducked behind a hallway, pulling Roxy with her, who was of course, giggling like a maniac.

"Roxy! Have you never heard of subtlety?!" She exclaimed.

"There's a dif between subtlety and invisibility," snickered Roxy. "C'mon Janey, live a lil'! And who was that anyway? Whoo!"

"His name is Jake English," Jane said dreamily, "His cousin Rose, that's the blond girl over there, she's in my knitting group. And he picks her up everytime."

"Have you talked to him? Ever?"

"...No."

"Janey!"

Jane crossed her arms, furiously blushing. "It doesn't matter, really! Let's go check out the booths."

Sighing, Roxy trailed behind her best friend, "If you say so..."

This was the second time Jane had frozen, and it was only three o'clock.

"What now?" Roxy said exhaustedly. "Janey, why don't you just talk to that English dude?"

"Roxy! It's Him."

Him. Him. Him?!

"Where?!" Roxy gasped, feeling her heart pound. She was finally gonna get to see Him. She would finally know if her dreams were to come true. Jane motioned her head behind Roxy, and as she slowly turned around, her heartbeat only increased.

Her pale pink eyes met ones sheathed behind amber sunglass frames, and everything stopped. Her heart, her breath, her blood. It was like the world had turned to ice for only a second, just for her and Him.

The corner of his mouth twitched and Roxy could feel herself blushing in her shoulder blades. Was that a smile? Was he looking at her?!

As she ducked back behind a wall, exactly as Jane had done earlier, the smug baking-master began to giggle. Oh, how their positions had changed.

"I told you! He's perfect!" Jane said teasingly.

"Janey, what was that?! Was I electrocuted or some shit?! I didn't drink before I came here, I promise!" Roxy said, eyes wide.

"I think that's called love at first sight."

Roxy shushed her and carefully peered from behind the wall at the guy. At Him.

"Damn," she breathed. His platinum blonde hair, just like hers, flopped in his sunglasses, and she wondered why he wore them indoors. Wasn't it pretentious to wear them inside? Gasp, did he have an eyesight prob? DID HE HAVE DA EYEESIGHT PROBZZZ?!

And dannnng did he look good in that tank top. An orange hat, huh? Classy? She wasn't sure. But it was almost impossible to tell what his eyes were like.

Maybe from close up...?

NO WAY.

"Rox!" Jane playfully shoved her, "Come on! Talk to him!"

"Speak for yourself Janeycakes. I could talk to him. Doesn't mean I hafta do it right now, now do I?"

Their conversation was interrupted by two glomping hugs from vanilla scented teenage girls, as Meulin and Nepeta Leijon tacklepounced their way into the group. Of all the times to come across their matchmaker friends. Not surprising, really. The four of them did agree to meet up.

"Hello!" Nepeta said cheerfully. Er, cheerfurry?

"I hear you're having shipping issues!" Sang Meulin, too loud, as usual.

"Um, to be fiar Meulz, you didn't hear nuthin'." Roxy pointed out. "It's your liek, sixth shipping sense or sumthin'. You sensed it Bro! Sis. Bro? Sis."

"Doesn't matter!" The girl said happily. "Shipping? You two? Ooh, him ovfur there? Nice!"

"Shshshshshshhhh!" Roxy insisted, shoving her palm across Meulin's mouth. And Jane thought she was too obvious. How Meulin and her freaky goth bf got together, she'd never know.

"Where's Kurloz anyway?" She asked curiously. Meulin gasped.

"Oh no! I left him at the video games! He's purrobably beaten the Dance Dance Refurlution high scores again. Be right back!" She zipped off, leaving Nepeta to figure out a plan of action for the two shy teenage girls. Jane hadn't taken her eyes off Him for a second, probably keeping a watch of him for Roxy.

"Oh my," Jane said, eyes widening.

"What?" Roxy asked.

"Oh my."

"Whhhhhhhhat?"

Jane waved Roxy over vaguely, and they both peered from behind the wall. The sexy British dude sauntered from the other side of the hotel, the same four kids trailing behind him.

Straight towards Him.

Oh my.

The lil' blonde dude tackled into Him like they were best bros, and it occurred to Roxy that they might be. Same hair, same weird-but-oddly-attractive sunglasses, these two HAD to be related. The blond girl only waved mutely, and returned to her event guide.

These blond kids...looked like his siblings. And Mr. English and Him looked like friends. These two really attractive guys were bros? Wat?

How ironic.

The four kids scampered off, only further cementing Roxy's theory. Sexy british dude and Him were bros, and their respective siblings were bros, and they were on big bro-family. Brofimly?

And then there was Jane and her. Watching. Hiding behind a pillar, one step away from where she wanted to be.

Like she always was.

No. No. Roxy shook her head violently, making Jane and Nepeta look at her in alarm. Her pink eyes flared with fire and she almost looked a little scary.

"I dunno bout you," slurred Roxy, "But this iz a CON damit! We're here to haf fun, not stand around watchin' these choice ass muthafuckas."

Damn skippy.

Jane's gaze darted fervently towards Mr. Sexy Brit, but a raised eyebrow from one Ro-Lal sent her back from the pit of jello that was Cute Guy Hell.

The three girls linked arms and flounced off, not even stooping so low as to look behind them. Who needed boys when there was games of Spin the Bottle to start?

Not Roxy.