I scowled in my chair as I traced my finger around the lip of the glass that was sitting next to me on the table. Strobe lights and other colored spotlights flew around the huge room, music pulsating from the epic base systems that I would've normally been dancing to--if it wasn't Valentine's Day. Ugh. The holiday for shmucks, for idiots who fell in love too easily, and then those who were already together and exchanged cutsie gifts. Ugh, and it was the holiday of pink--my least favorite color, which I also happened to be wearing at the moment, courtesy of Leela, my best friend, who also happened to be the one to throw this party and who also somehow managed to condemn me to this hell. My little devil of a friend bounded over to me. "Rox! C'mon, stop being such a downer! Get up and dance already!" she yelled over the sound of the base. "I don't want to, Leela." I grumbled. She obviously didn't hear me, but she got the message. "C'mon, Rox! Don't be such a party pooper!" "Leela, only you could still say 'party-pooper' and not sound like a fifth grader." I responded. She smiled. "So does that mean you're gonna dance?" "No." I replied, and took a sip of my Dr. Pepper. "Roxanne Fleete Smith, you are the most stubborn female I have ever met." She whined. "Leela Sabine Ramses, you'll just have to live with it." I replied. She pouted. Her purple and blonde hair was turned pink in the strobe lights, my blue-black turning a dark shade of purple. I looked up at her, taking another sip of my Dr. Pepper.
Which I almost spat all over Leela's brand-new sequin tank. Which she would've murdered me for later.
But not unless I murdered her first. Because, lo and behold, in walked in my most least favorite person in the world. Stefan. I slammed my cup down on the table and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. "What the hell is he doing here?!" I shouted, jabbing my finger towards the hottest person I'd ever laid eyes on, but also the last person I had ever wanted to see. Ever. Again. Leela put her hands up defensively, not intimidated by my usual behavior. "I didn't invite him!" she shouted over the music. "Then who did?!" I yelled back. "Maybe Liam?" she replied. Both of our heads whipped around to stare at her brother, who was greeting the devil with a fist bump and one of those "man-hugs". "Shit." I swore, letting go of Leela and ducking into the kitchen. She followed. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea Liam would invite anybody! And I specifically told him not to invite him." I waved my hand dismissively as I began to pace. "Him being here's not the problem anymore--the problem is how to get him--" Suddenly the kitchen door swung open, Liam and Stefan walking in, smiling and laughing. My glare turned ice-cold. "--out." I finished, my voice acrimonious. Stefan looked at me with a smirk on his face. "Hey, Roxy." "It's Roxanne to you, Fletcher." I hissed. He smirked. Liam's smile died on his face as he saw the expression on my face. He swore under his breath a string of creative profanities. My death glare was on him next. He swallowed nervously as his eyes flitted away. He knew he was in trouble. With one glance at Stefan, I stormed from the kitchen and flew up Leela's staircase into her room, where I promptly locked the door and set to screaming my head off in a mad fury that could've burnt the house down.
Eh, just a little Valentine's Day short story with a twist. *smirk* i do prefer the stories of hatred and drama and romance........ and messing with my characters is too much fun >:)
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