The roof really is beautiful at night...Roxy thought dreamily to herself. It's a good thing Terezi suggested this.
Tiny lights strung all around the tent that covered most of the roof were lit, and softly shone, giving just enough light to see the faces of her new friends. Yes, coming up to the roof to hang out, with its tent and assorted couches was a good thing. So many kisses and pesterchums had been exchanged that everybody felt like old friends, not like geeky anime lovers who had met each other earlier that day.
They were fated to be friends. Maybe they wouldn't remember how this felt later, but Roxy would. She's remember drinking bubbly japanese soda and faygo, playing the pocky game with anyone and everyone, and dancing like dorks to Discord.
It's something special that happens. A moment in time, a special one, where things happen, and it's never boring, just silly and stupid. It doesn't last, but if you're lucky, like she was, you can remember it, and will mentally draw back upon it when you need to remember what happy feels like.
The roof would be Roxy's very special memory.
"Rox?" Jake joked, waving a hand in front of her face, "Are you in there?"
"Oh, are you spacin' out again?!" Jane exclaimed.
"Maybe!" she retorted, "Blah, blah, blar Janey, I'll space out if I want! C'mere! C'mere! Mwah!"
The boys laughed as Roxy chased Jane around, trying to kiss her. Finally giving up, they both plunked down on one of the couches, breathless.
"Aradiaaa! Janey won't kiss me!" Roxy pouted, sticking her tongue out at her best friend, who gasped in fake indignation.
"Awww, poor Rox. Come here, I'll kiss you!" cooed Aradia.
"Or maybe Dirk will," sneered Vriska, smirking as Dirk flipped her off.
"Up yours Serket," Roxy laughed, "You're just jealous that he liked kissing me more than you!"
"Why bother with Striders if I have Egberts?" She snickered, planting one on a very surprised John.
"Does this mean I get Kanaya?" Rose piped in.
"I Don't Know What Is Happening."
"Me neither, but can I have Dave?" squealed Terezi, pouncing on the younger Strider.
"Karkitty?"
"FUCK NO."
"Come on Karbro, give her a chance."
"FUCK YOU."
"No Karbro, fuck you," The juggalo said earnestly, patting him on the back.
"That'th Nepeta'th job," lisped Sollux, giving a toothy grin.
"SHUT. UP."
"I don't ever wanna leave here!" Roxy said suddenly, "The stars are too pretty to leave!" She gazed up at the night sky, trying to forget that this was it. Two more hours and she'd have to go home, take off the cosplay, shed her badge and colorful lanyard. She'd have to go back to the cold house, sterile and white, all except her pink room and the kitchen. The cold and the lonely pink bedroom she resided in, hiding from her mother and the liquor she hated and so dearly loved.
Two more hours, and all this magic would go away. She'd been counting down as Terezi announced the idea of going to the roof, as they tramped up the stairs, and as she perched on a lawn chair, alone, while Jane was schmoozing with Jake, and Dirk...
Dirk...
She'd never seen him again, would she? It was just a con. He'd disappear into wherever the hell he lived, and leave her all alone, and she'd stalk facebook for hours, looking for "Dirk" because her vodka-addled brain couldn't remember his last name, but didn't it start with an S?
"No," she murmured, "Noooooo..."
"What are you groaning about?" he said, chomping on banana-chocolate pocky.
"Your braces are orange," she said, blinking in surprised, "I didn't know you had braces."
"Yeah, I've got braces. They're coming off in a few days," he said, rolling his eyes. "Duh, they're orange. Orange is the best color."
Jake clapped him on the shoulder heartily, chuckling, "You lying bastard! Red is your favorite color, and we both know it."
"Why red?" she asked.
"Dude, shut up!" Dirk snapped, beginning to turn pink under his sunglasses.
"Cuz of his Bro," Jake said cheekily, before Dirk tackled him.
"Shut the fuck up! That is not the reason!"
"Wow, Dirk," Roxy giggled, "Bit quick to correct?"
"I'm being tag-teamed," she collapsed onto a lawn chair, covering his face with his hands, "Aren't you supposed to be drunk? Why are you making sense?"
"Buzzies don't last long with me," she shrugged, "Scooch over, I wanna sit with you."
"What? Why?"
"Cuz there's fuckin' stars and you have the most comfortable lap that I'm totally laying claim to, and I'm never gonna see any of you again, and I'm going to have to leave and I hate facebook!" she snapped, tears beginning to well. Don't you DARE cry!
"Aw, Rox," murmured Jane, "It's ok! We're definitely going to see these people again, especially these two dorks!"
"I don't believe you," she sniffed, "It's inevitable and I hate it."
Dirk sighed heavily before wrapping his arms around her. "I promise. You will see us again. Jesus, how did you get so attached in a day?"
"I dunno, I just did!" she replied, "Got a prob with that?"
"A prob?"
"A prob!"
"You are so drunk."
"I AM NOT!"
I don't wanna go I don't wanna go I DON'T WANT TO GO! Roxy screwed her eyelids shut, curling into Dirk, who had reluctantly let her have his lap. Jake was amused by this to no end, of course.
"Rox, it's time," Jane said softly.
"Nooooo," she whispered. "Whyyy?"
"Because it's 11:45 and they kick us out at midnight. C'mon, up Ro-lal."
"Bye?" she squeaked, waving at her new friends. They all waved back, but...
But...
She glanced at Dirk, who nodded at her. The standard cool-guy gesture. Always stoic, never surprised. A challenge? But of course.
I'm not leaving here like this. Fate doesn't...control me. I control me. This night made me so happy, but I refuse to leave like this! I will see him again! All of them!
And I'll make him lose his cool.
She dropped her jacket, and hopped on his lap, watching in delight as his mouth popped open.
"Movie theater. Next weekend. Three-fifteen. Bring Jake." She kissed him before he could protest, and a warm feeling rose in her chest as his cold lips softened to her touch.
"Bye!" She giggled, darting off.
This chapter looked better in the notebook. Agh.
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