Beyond Evolution

Roxy, as opposed to her usual anti-socialness, was getting better about mingling outside of her relationship. She and Brenna were seeing very little of each other, and instead of being her normal clingy self she decided to give the girl her space. Brenna was the one who'd had to bring Roxanne back after the terrible...hound...incident. But everyone gets tired of holding someone's hand for so long. How had she been with her this long without telling her it was too much? Roxy wasn't sure, but what she was sure of was that end was coming at some point. She'd known all along that she didn't deserve Brenna, and now was sort of the kibosh on the entirety of their love. It wasn't that she was sad about these predictions, quite the opposite. What Roxy was trying to do was accept it with as much dignity as she could muster. Whatever came her way, she would hold her head up and deal with it. Because come on, she'd dealt with much worse.

One could argue that a heartbreak would not be easier to add to her list, but another would argue that love stinks. Yeah, yeah.

Roxanne was walking Piccolo with determined gusto. She was singing low under her breath any song that came to mind. First, "she's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise", and then on to, "because I'm crazy like the rest of us, but I'm crazier when I'm next to her..." Geez, why were all these songs about her and she popping in her head? It didn't make things easier. She shook her head quickly, stared at the sun and sang, "sunshine on my shoulders makes me happpyyyyyy!!!" Then stopped when she realized how ridiculous she was being. Luckily, Piccolo was sniffing a tree and other people didn't really seem to notice. Or if they did then they were being subtle about it. Good for her.

Roxy ended up sitting on the grass when her terrier was taking too long with his explorations. She'd gone to the Caribbean trip in hopes of distracting herself from the melancholy that constantly seized her these days. No one was this depressed, were they? If they were then they did the smart thing: they got help. Instead she kept promising herself that it would pass when it seemed that was not happening. The nights where she buried her head in her pillow to curb the wrenching sobs coming from her core...well...they were a lot more frequent lately. At least the nightmares had stopped. That was a good thing.

The main reason she refused to see a shrink was simple. Roxy was not looking forward to being a burden on anyone again, even on someone who is considered neutral. Sure, whoever she decided to pay would sit there and tell her whatever she wanted to hear before "diagnosing" her and giving her a prescription of pills. On the other hand it was sure to get out into the press that not only is Roxanne Washington going to a private school, but she is also majorly depressed about it. Roxy ran her nails through her hair, ruining the curls a little, and took a deep breath. Everything would be fine. She wouldn't leave room for an alternative.

Open to Deacon.

It was late, past what time she usually went to bed. But call her crazy, Vea was just not looking forward to being in a room with Eww-dora all night long. Instead she took herself to the kitchen to make an overlarge sandwich and then went to the rec room to watch Role Models. She had not gotten a chance to see it in the theater, so Vea was now nabbing the opportunity to curl up on one of the overlarge sofas and bask until it was safe to go to her room without dealing with her irritable roommate. This was a nice way to pass the time. Just her and the tube. The movie was hell of funny as well, so that was a plus. And being that she was focusing more on school lately, not counting that BOMB-ASS trip to the Caribbean, it was about time she let herself laugh for a while.

Don't get her wrong, she'd had her laughs at the resort. She'd had some drinks with her brother, doing her best to be discrete about it, and then partook in some flirting and "wacky-tobacky" with a few locals. Oh, she had cut loose. And with Jaya as her partner in crime for a few of those occasions, she'd had more fun then she could admit to in a long while. Dancing most of the nights away, soaking in sun and water sports on the beach, and catching a few Z's when she wasn't occupied with awesomeness. It had been remarkable. It was the simple bore of being home again that had brought her down a bit. School resumed again, even though her classes were online it was still a pain. Not only that she felt so confined in the mansion. More trips to the city would be a must. She would have to gather up people in her free time for some fun. No use being a social-dud. It wasn't her style, never would be.

Vea laughed during the camping scene of the flick. Doing her best to keep her noise level to a minimal, she stuffed her face with her sandwich in order to muffle her mirth. Damn, but this movie was funny. Vea wished that she'd been able to drag herself to go see it. Well, at least she had bought it. Maybe she would grab Tatiana when she wasn't off doing...whatever she usually did all day...and make her daughter laugh for a while. Tati needed to laugh as much as Vea needed to. And for whatever time she had left with her baby she wanted to make the most of it.

The perfect cure for the mind crippling mundane: Paul Rudd and Sean Williams-Scott dressed like Kiss members, beating people with foam swords.

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