There's this thing called a pokerface.

Roxy doesn't have one.

He's plnaying, fuck, plaing, DAMMIT, PLINAG-Oh, nevermind.

She eyed the bottle Vriska spun, wishing desperately for it to land on him so he could spin it. And just maybe, that bottle would land on her? Maybe? Not like she cared, obviously. Just a possibility. Just a eensy-weensy possibility. Would it?

John. Dammit.

They kissed quickly, and Roxy continued her stare down. Would fate be cruel today? Would her lips meet his, or would she forever pine for what never happened? Decisions, choices, outcomes! She didn't even know his name yet. So why did she want to kiss him so badly?!

"Jane," she hissed, "Janey!"

The young heiress was having none of it. Really?! It would take all of three seconds to answer! Roxy bounced in her lap impatiently, wriggling like a five-year old. "Jaaaaane!"

"Whhhhhat?!"

Excellent. She cracked. "Do Brit and Co. have names? Do they?"

"Well, of course they do! Jake English and Dirk Strider, respectively. Gee Roxy, I thought I told you that!"

"...How do you know their names?"

Jane turned pink. "I-I told you! Jake's cousin Rose is in my knitting circle and we talk sometimes and they come to pick her up, s-so there!"

"Uh-huh. Likely story." Roxy winked.

"For the record," Jake piped in, "Rose isn't actually my cousin. She's Dirk's younger sister, and me and Strider are the best of bros!"

"Strider and I," Jane muttered under her breath.

Dirk said nothing, just focused on the rapidly spinning bottle. Maybe his thing was to be quiet? No, but that didn't fit. He seemed like the type of guy who'd blab incessantly if he knew you well, at least to Roxy. Or was she just bad at judging character?

Spin, spin, spin. John and Rose. Rose and Kanaya. Kanaya and Karkat. Karkat and John. John (I'm not a homosexual!) and Dave. Dave and Gamzee. Gamzee and Terezi, much to Terezi's chagrin. Terezi and Vriska. Vriska and Jake. Jake and Jane.

Aaah, so sleepy.

"Rox!" squeaked Jane, "It appears to be your turn."

She shot up immediately. "My turn?" She slurred. "Whhhat? Who spun? Who's the lucky human?"

Her heart stopped when Dirk flicked his hand up.

Ohhhhhmygod.

Ok. Ok. Just do it. Swallow your blush, hide your elation. Just press your lips to his. No big deal, right? Ha, ha. She inched closer, muttering "fuck it all", before just going for his lips.

Surprised by her sudden movement, Dirk's hands were frozen firmly on her waist, gently cradling her, while her arms were wrapped around his neck. His lips were soft, and the smell of coffee, machine oil, and gasoline floated around her, while her vanilla and orchid lingered around him. He involuntarily relaxed, but Roxy pulled back, embarrassed and trying to hide it.

Jake wolf-whistled and she shrugged, raising her eyebrows at Dirk. "My turn now, yeah?"

"Damn Roxy!" Vriska hooted, "Who knew you had it in you?"

A half smirk danced on her smug face. "As of now? He does."

This girl may be insane. Did she just...?! Did he just...?! While Jake was right there?! Did he really just kiss her like that, while the man he loved watched?!

That...sounded better in his head. In any case, he seemed to be the only one affected. Jake wore his normal grin, probably amused at what Dirk was sure was a flabbergasted expression he sported. Was he not surprised at all? Did some random God just decide to make this day crazy, and then only make him realize it?!

He shouldn't still feel her lips on his. Oh my god, he could still smell her perfume. WHAT EVEN! The chick was...was...

Someone he needed to become friends with, that's for sure.

She spun the bottle with ease, giggling madly when it landed on her other friend, clad in olive-green. Was kissing just no big deal to her?

Not like it was a big deal to him either. I mean, hell, he wouldn't have played spin the bottle if it was! But still! Jesus titties, how many times had she played?!

Ahem.

He should probably just forget about it. Not a big deal. Not a big deal at all. A cool guy like him shouldn't be freaking out over that shit.

Now if his next spin could land on Jake...

"You wanna what now?"

"Uh, well, I was thinking maybe we could kiss? I guess?"

He sighed and patted her on the back. "I'm sorry doll. Not today. You're cute and all, but, uh..."

"No, no, I get it!" She laughed, cheeks bright pink. "Sorry, eheh! It's just the sunset's fuckin' pretty and I guess I was just thinking out loud, soooooo..."

"Yeah, no worries! I get it!" Rufioh nodded.

The fence they were sitting on did gleam in the light, and it was a pretty romantic setting. Too bad he didn't want to kiss her. She awkwardly looked down from her next-door neighbor's gaze, and stared at her skinny knees. From inside his house, a phone rang and he hopped off the fence, ruffling his scarlet mohawk.

"Sorry doll, it's Horuss! Gotta take this! Shit, how bout you bring out some of your Mom's vodka while I do that, and we'll have a bangarang time when I get back!"

"I dunno...that stuff looks bitter. I like my brain cells, thank you."

He snapped his fingers in fake disappointment. "Oh, alright! You're so damn innocent, you little smarty-pants. One sec!" He dashed off inside his house, leaving her alone in the fading sunset with her thoughts. Thoughts that plagued her small mind and made her want to scream aloud.

"Not today"?! Does that mean maybe tomorrow? Next week? Do I have a chance, or don't I?! You call me doll, but then you run off to hang out with Damara or Horuss, and leave me alone! I don't know what I am to you! She slammed her fist into the fence, swallowing a shriek when she almost fell off. This was just too frustrating for a thirteen year old.

I want my first kiss already!

This...is shorter than I thought it was. Agh.

I wonder who turned out to be Roxy's first kiss, hmmmmm? HMMMM? :33

Please review, let me know what you think! I think I basically have the outline of the story done, and it should end at about 15 chapters.