Roxanna "Roxy" Diaz (paramedic_chick) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-02 13:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-02, quentin, roxy |
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender and watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion
Who: Quentin and Roxy
Where: That one damn coffee shop they keep going to
When: Night time
Roxy never, never, NEVER thought in her entire life that she would be walking out the door while informing her family that she was meeting up with her boyfriend with a fucking grin on her face. The minute she was out the door, her eye began twitching, like she suddenly contracted the plague the second those words left her mouth. It was like elementary school all over again and now she was going to need more than a cootie shot to shake that bad feeling off. Well, at least she was telling the truth... sort of... maybe... not really. At least her mom hadn't told the entire extended family. Informing everyone in the household when she rolled on out of bed at noontime was not as bad as it could have been. Though what scared her was that her mom had gone to great lengths to investigate on this new guy in her life, and proceeded to chat nonstop about how much of a wonderful artist Quentin was, even suggesting that they could hire him to paint the living room, which then escalated into yet another debate about whether or not the walls should have been a solid color or a landscape. Great, now there was really no turning back... which meant one thing.
They had to meet up and go over what the fuck they were going to do.
The previous night they had agreed to meet up for some late night coffee, and Roxy knew a cafe would be a decent atmosphere for them to try and chill at. Same place, as always. Hell, the people working there probably thought they were a couple now, too. Awesome, like more people needed to have that idea stuck in their head. Though before heading on out to the cafe, Roxy had to stop on by to pick up something a little special for Quentin. He deserved it, after all.
It was rather easy to figure out when Roxy reached the cafe. If it wasn't the metallic blue Corvette, then it was Van Halen being blared from the speakers. At least she knew how to make an entrance. Slipping on out, she eyed Quentin sitting inside the cafe and hoped he wasn't wait long. As she entered the cafe, Roxy shuffled on over to plop a case of Becks on the table before him before slipping off her hoodie. "That's for putting up with me the other night. And what do you want to drink? Might as well start paying you back in caffeine now, right?" Her voice was a lot stronger than compared to the other night, though she came off hopeless in her tone. Hell, she didn't even put that much effort into her looks, predominately her hair which had way too many flyaways in it than normal. At least pulling it back into a ponytail would always look decent on her.