~Saturday night, 11 PM~
Unorthodox: -opens the door to their apartment, in her bartender uniform. Hangs up her apron, walks into the kitchen-
Escapade: -viciously cleaning the toaster with a disinfectant wipe, the entire kitchen otherwise sparkling-
Unorthodox: -light smile- Alright, what did he do this time?
Escapade: -in a growl, fighting back tears- He did nothing..
Unorthodox: -light laugh, trying to lighten the mood- Hun, you only ever clean when you're at work or in a bad mood, and this sure doesn't look like Wawa.
Escapade: -with a grunt puts the toaster down, throws the wipe and stomps off to the couch, gathering up her messenger bag- You can just ask him when he brings my stuff over.
Unorthodox: It's that bad, huh? The bastard probably did something really stupid.. -walks over to her, puts a hand on her shoulder with a grin- I'll talk sense into him for ya, Cappy.
Escapade- Just tell him to get the Hell..o!Project out of my life! -throws the door open, storms off- .... -runs back, slams door, stomps off again-
Unorthodox: -shakes head, sighs-
~4 minutes later~
-knock knock-
Unorthodox: I'm coming, keep your skirt on. -smirks at her own joke, knowing it's Xerox behind the door. Opens it-
Xerox: -A tall boy, 15 years old, shaggy hair in a worn-out football jersey and jeans. carrying a box of clothes, trinkets and photos- I'll take it she's either polishing something in the kitchen or stormed off.
Unorthodox: You're pretty smart for a jackass. She left, but not without making the kitchen spotless. Seriously, even a vampire could see their reflection in the toaster. -grabs the box from his hand- You can go now.
Xerox: Woah, no interrigation? That's a bit Unorthodox don't you think? -smirk-
Unorthodox: Oh shut it, kid. I know it's your fault, and you must've screwed up big time. That's enough for me.
Xerox: -sigh- Listen Doxie, she actually broke it off. Not my fault.
Unorthodox: ..Seriously? -puts the box down, looks at him- Do tell. -goes over to the couch-
Xerox: -sits in the armchair opposite Unorthodox, scratches the back of his head- Well, she finally had enough. Just flipped me off, said she hated me, and stormed off. I didn't do anything.
Unorthodox: -irritated- Oh, so you keeping her a secret from everyone in your life is nothing?
Xerox: I can't though!
Unorthodox: Bullshit! You haven't even told you own parents about her, hell, you even tell her to keep it a secret. You think that's comforting to her?
Xerox: .. I want to tell them about her, trust me I do. But my parents, my friends.. they don't know about my life outside of sports. Hell, they'd probably laugh if they knew I met her on an anime chat site of all places.
Unorthodox: So you're ashamed of her? That you would rather keep your shitty rep than your girlfriend who seriously would die for you?
Xerox: -closes eyes, sighs- What if they don't approve of her though?
Unorthodox: -facepalm- If you truly love her, it shouldn't even matter. She's always coming home pissed because of it, she cries because the way you're acting, doesn't really show that you love her.
Xerox: And why didn't she tell me any of this?
Unorthodox: .. She's too nice, that's why. She was terrified that if she actually told you how she felt, that it would make matters worse. She didn't want to loose you. As a lover or a friend.
Xerox: -blush, ashamed look on his face- Well, if she actually told me.. then maybe I could've atleast tried to change something. I do love her. When the guys and the cheerleading team go to parties and stuff, I realize that none of the girls there would ever love me as much as she does, none of them understand me as well as she does.. -trying not to cry- And that I could never love someone as much as I love her.
Unorthodox: -smile, walks over to the coat rack- Then grow some balls and tell her, kay? You know her well enough, so I'll let you find her. Bring this though, It's pretty cold too, and the idiot forgot her jacket. -throws a lolita-style jacket at Xerox- Have fun.
Xerox: -fake laugh- Sure, Doxie. Let's hope she doesn't kill me first.
Both Laugh as Xerox stands up, salutes Unorthodox, and exits the apartment.
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