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Homestuck Cotton Candy FanFic Chapter 4Roxy and Jane sat on the small two seat couch, staring at the TV set on the opposite wall as it flashed different colors. Roxy had been keeping Jane company for a couple of days and being as much help to her as she could. She would run errands for Jane such as going to the store to fetch food or different items she needed. She would also help in the kitchen, even though it was a little small for two people. She really enjoyed watching Jane bake because a cheery smile would wipe away all of her worries that she had on her mind with Jake and her grandmother.
Jane's grandmother was a whole other thing. The second morning from when Roxy arrived, she woke up to a sniffling noise, and found out that Jane had been weeping all morning. When the blonde had asked what was wrong, and got a mouthful of silence. When she persisted that she had to know what was wrong, Jane replied that she didn't want to bother Roxy with her own problems. When she kept reassuring her that she wanted to know and help
Homestuck Cotton Candy FanFic Chapter 3Roxy wrapped her lavender and pink scarf tighter around her neck and pulled the first layer over her mouth as she took her seat on the noisy bus. There were a plethora of people around her and she was glad that she was able to find a seat that didn't have anyone in or next to it. It was a perfect seat because the adolescent could stare out the window blankly. It was winter break and snow was falling heavily on the bus windows, making the wiper work over time. The velvet substance reflected the mood of the people crowded around, frigid and snappy.
The blonde pulled up her legs onto her seat and hugged her knees in tight as the bus spurted off to its next stop. She clutched her light rose-colored purse to her side protectively as someone sat down into the sea print seat next to her. When she turned her head, her perfect honey blonde hair swishing over her shoulder, she saw that it was a younger boy with messy hair. After she had lost interest in the boy, Roxy turned her head away from hi
Homestuck Cotton Candy FanFic Chapter 2In the morning, Roxy's head was pounding from the nasty hangover she had. She regretted drinking the second glass, but again, she always regretted every drop that she drank in the mornings, unless she had been drinking all night and she was still drunk. Whatever time of day, whenever Roxy had one of her hangovers, she felt like she wanted to die.
As the memories from last night began to flow back into her mind, Roxy started to hate herself even more. She remembered her conversation with Jane, and she remembered how much she had fucked up.
Roxy restarted her computer because it had shut off from being left alone for so long. She hoped that Jane had maybe forgiven her, and sent her another message. When the Windows opening finished, Roxy's heart flopped, because there was no message from her friend. She thought that maybe if she messaged her first, she would respond.
tipsyGnostalgic began pestering gutsyGumshoe at 10:36
TG: Are you there?
TG: I'm really sorry about last night
Homestuck Cotton Candy FanFic Chapter 1Roxy Lalonde sat hunched over her computer, a martini in her hand. She was already drunk, but hey, one more wouldn't hurt. She was surfing the internet, bored from sitting there doing nothing. The blonde teenager's computer made a noise and a little message came onto the screen. Roxy shifted her gaze to the pop up message; it looked like a tiny speech bubble with a little blue monster upon it.
'Jane!' Roxy automatically recognized the Pesterchum signal of her bffsy trying to contact her.
gutsyGumshoe began pestering tipsyGnostalgic at 11:06
GG: Are you there?
Roxy opened the Pesterchum tab to find that Jane had indeed messaged her.
TG: Oh hyt there Janey
GG: You're drunk again aren't you
TG: hehehe you vet
Roxy let out a small giggle because she thought that her typos were silly.
GG: Oh, okay
GG: I was kind of hoping that you were going to be sober
TG: What is bohering youo dear?
TG: is there something that you ned to talk
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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