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Chica knew when she made bad choices. Most times it's a silent voice in the back of her head telling her so. It often sounded like Bonnie. It told her not to eat all that junk food the night before a performance that she was super nervous for. It told her not to do the dance move that made her break a bone since she wasn’t ready for it. And it told her not to buy the piece of junk that she was currently driving right now.

The piece of junk that just broke down on her way to work.

Maybe she should have listened to that voice. Stupid Bonnie and his stupid wisdom beyond his years.

But, she had more important matters at hand, such as how the heck is she supposed to get to work now! She really needed to make money. She had an apartment to pay for! A dance studio to save for! And classes for college that did not come cheap!

She supposed that she could always ask Freddie for money, but he had adopted a kid now and she would never want to burden him with splitting money from the little munchkin. She could also ask Foxy but she hadn’t seen him in years. And Bonnie, he’d already offered to help her with bills but she declined since he had his own life to save for. Besides, she wanted to do this herself.

She was tired of being called their tag along. Tired of the jeers of being a pretty face with no brain, no ambition. Coasting on her friends' coattails, some would say. The Glamrock Animatronics’ little girlfriend others would say. Both of which were stupid. Do any of those people even know how hard it is to shred a guitar the way she did! She was just as talented as the boys! And she wasn’t even straight! Ugh, stupid stigma against fem lesbians.

But that was why she couldn’t ask her best friends in the whole wide world for financial help. She was determined to show that she could make her own success. And she did always want to open a dance studio at some point of her life and getting a couple degrees under her belt sure did make navigating the business ownership world slightly easier.

Maybe she could ask one of them to give her a ride for a while until her hunk of junk could be running again. Or maybe she could ask her favorite coworker! He was only a couple years younger than her and even though he looked so intimidating, she got him to open up to her a bit. He’d probably be cool with it, especially since he also worked there and she could help pay for gas. And there was always the bus! It got her around town before buying the rust bucket on four wheels and it can get her around now!

Wait, she paused, I’m getting ahead of myself. I maybe should call in and let them know I can’t make it today. I should also maybe call a tow truck to take me to a mechanic.

After the calls were complete, she searched up mechanics nearby, scouring the internet for the nearest place that has relatively positive reviews and affordable prices.

Huh, this place looks promising! Lone Wolf’s Automotive and Body Shop, here I come!

~~~~~~~~~

Nearly an hour and a half later, she rolls into the car lot of Lone Wolf’s.

After they park her car down on one of the spaces, she hops out of the truck. “Bye! Thank you so much for your help Mr. Jeremy!”

“Ehh, it was no problem, little lady. Good luck on getting that thing repaired.”

“Thank you! Take care!” She waves him off and turns to the open garage behind her. “Welp, time to get you fixed.”

She walks into the office and sees a lady behind a desk typing away. As the door shuts behind her, it jingles the little bell above it, alerting the lady at the desk. She looks up from her desktop with owlish eyes behind large, almost comical glasses and smiles.

“Ah you must be the Miss Chica on the phone earlier! How delightful to meet you. I’m Maple.” She extends out a hand for Chica to shake.

Chica reaches out herself and offers a grin of her own. “Likewise! Anyways, do I speak to you about my car or…?”

“Oh heavens no,” Maple chuckles. “I just keep the books in order and answer the phone. No no no you’ll want to talk to our head mechanic for a quote for the repairs on your car. She should be in the garage. She’s aware that you would be coming but she might be listening to music on her headphones and it’d be best not to spook her.”

“Understood. So I just go through this door?” Chica asks, pointing to the door leading to the garage.

“Yup!”

“Wonderful! Thank you.”

She enters the garage which was surprisingly empty. She always figured that mechanic shops would be full of workers, moving around tools and tires and whatnot for cars. Huh, whatever. She weaves through the many shelves and stacks of tires, in search of this mysterious head mechanic when she hears singing.

“Pretty like a car crash ~ Ugly as a lullaby ~ ya really wanna try it ~~”

Well this head mechanic definitely has some vocal cords on her at least. Now if only she could just–

As she rounds the corner of a car is when she sees her. Oh. OH. Oh wow. She is really really really pretty. Almond colored skin, practically golden eyes, and wild gray hair with an electric green streak in the front. She had piercings on both ears and a few small tattoos scattered on the exposed parts of her arms. And what arms they were, all trained lean muscle that Chica would not mind having wrapped over her shoulder. And it should be illegal for anyone to look that good in grease covered coveralls but here was proof that that law hadn’t passed yet. And she obviously was a skilled mechanic from the way her eyes trace over the engine of the truck in front of her and the way she flicks her wrist while holding some kind of wrench. And wow that voice.

“Experiment on meeeeee~~ dun dundun dun dundun~~”

I would NOT mind doing that pretty girl.

She was very aware that she still needs to talk to this girl but most of her mind melted and having those gorgeous eyes trained on her now would definitely be a disaster.

“-- way too much to handle~~ bitch, I’ll never be a good exa-”

Suddenly those eyes flick up and see Chica standing there. And thankfully Chica’s first response was something sensible.

“Hi!” Followed by a tiny wave and small smile.

“Mierda! Uhhhh.” The pretty mechanic pauses her music and takes out her earphones. “Fuck um. Hi. Hey. I’m-I’m sorry, I just noticed you. You must be Chica, right?” She wipes her hand on the small towel she has and offers a hand out to her along with a wolfish grin. “Name’s Roxanne.”

Chica reaches out and shakes. “A pleasure to meet ya, Roxanne!”

Maybe that clunker wasn’t such a bad choice after all.

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Roxanne’s favorite day of the week is always friday. Not because it’s the last day of the work week or just because most everyone loves that day. No. Fridays are when she proves that she is the best every week. Fridays were the day for her to put on a show.

Fridays meant either a killer performance was going to be put on or when she would battle to keep her title at the top of the local track racing ranks. And the occasional illegal road race. And when you are as good as she is, you gotta make a show for all your adoring fans.

Besides she had already finished her morning workouts with her best friend, Montgomery and the endorphins now coursing through her blood already had the day looking up for her. All that was left to do was head to the shop. Once she arrived she parked her motorcycle in the special unofficial reserved spot that was right next to the office and headed in.

“Morning Maps!”

“Good morning to you, Roxy! I know that it’s friday but you seem more chipper than usual.”

Roxanne walks into the office where Maple was and starts setting her stuff down. “Well,” she sets down her helmet on the other desk in the room. “Today is the qualifiers. And I’m so ready to kick some ass.” The custom armored racing jacket comes off and is hung on one of the coat hooks. “I mean, c’mon I’m the best racer around so it’ll be no sweat,” she pulls on the coveralls, “so I’m in no way, shape or form worried but I cannot wait to hit the track and hear the hum of engines.” She finally clocks in and walks over to her desk that had the helmet and overlooks vehicle reports and which ones needed to be worked on. “Alright Maps, I’m gonna head into the garage, y’know the drill.”

Maple smiles at her. “Well I, for one, can’t wait to watch you race tonight. Oh and the others already should be working on stuff but do remind them that they get to leave early since it's the beginning of your racing season and I know how much you like to prep for the first race!”

“What would this place do without you, Maps?” She shoots the secretary one of her signature wolfish grins.

“Probably be very lost.”

Roxy laughs, “yeah probably!” She shuts the office door behind her as she enters the garage.

When she turns to the garage she sees the other mechanics moving and working on vehicles like the well oiled machine they are. She loves this garage. She always felt at home in it from the very first time her father brought her to it. In the Lone Wolf Automotive and Body Shop garage, she always felt at peace. This is where she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she is the best if not one of the best mechanics in there and they all knew it. That’s why no one complained when she got promoted as one of the head mechanics because even though she is the boss's daughter, her skills are merit enough.

“Alright everybody! Come on in! Everyone got their assignments!” A small chorus of grumbled yups and nods are given in response. “Awesome! And a reminder but today we’ll all be let off early since it’s my qualifying race today and thought what the hell and give everyone the rest of the day off! And don’t worry you’ll still get your checks, just be sure to go to Maple when you leave today! Sorry for interruptin’ and now everyone get back to work!”

She got to working as well and everything was looking up.

It wasn’t until lunchtime when something began to sour her mood. She thought Monty was just calling for no reason like he often did. So answering the phone should’ve felt like nothing.

“Yo Roxy!”

“Hey Monts! What’s up?”

“Alright, so some news.” That tone don’t sound too good, she thought. “One of my coworkers just called in. Said her car died on ‘er in the middle of her drive to work. So I gotta work a lil later than planned, least until one of our other coworkers can come in and take ‘er shift.”

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no no noooo. But it was qualifier day, and he’s never missed one of her races. She stops herself and takes a breath. “Oh.”

“Yeah, she didn’t sound happy bout it either. Maybe I’ll offer her a ride or somethin’–,”

She zones out of his voice. Hey it’ll be alright, c’mon we’re the best. The race’ll be no sweat and he said he’ll only be a little late. But what if he isn’t? What? Yeah, what if he’s just making an excuse. He probably thinks you’re gonna lose. No, he wouldn’t do that. Maybe he’s getting tired of you. He probably thinks you’re a loser. And no one likes a loser. But I’m not a loser! You so sure about that? You’re second rate. You will NEVER be anything like h- NO! No! Shut up!

“Uh Roxy?”

Shut up. Loser. I’m the best! An ugly face and ugly personality with no skill. I’m beautiful! And talented! But not as charming or talented as-

“Hey Rox?!”

Why even go? You’ll probably fail. I won’t fail. I can’t fail. I’m a winner, I promise! Surrrreeee you are, you-

“ROXANNE!”

“Huh? What? Sorry, think I zoned out.”

“Jeez Roxy, tell the shitty part of your brain to shut the fuck up.” That gets a chuckle and sad smile out of her. “I could hear you and tha’ asshole all the way o’er here.”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry”

“It’s fine, ain’t ya fault, its that shitty part of your mind’s fault. And y’know I’d never abandon you right?”

“Right.”

“Exactly. I’m only gonna be late. Which means I might not be able to drive behind you but I will be there. I’ll meet you at the track and I’ll do my pep talk to ya. I promise.”

“Yeah, I hear you, Monts. And thanks for, y’know.”

“Anytime Rox! See ya soon!”

“See you later alligator.”

After she hangs up, she heads to the office. She needed to cool down and she was not going to do it in front of all her workers. Maple wouldn’t mind anyways. As soon as she entered the office, she went to her comfy office chair, slinging one leg over the armrest and pulling out her phone. The only noise in the office for a while was Maple’s keyboard and the small sounds from the rhythm game Roxy played on her phone. Suddenly the office phone rings and Maple answers it.

“Hello, Lone Wolf’s Automotive and Body Shop, how may I help you?” A pause “Oh I’m sorry that happened to you.” Another pause. “Yes, we accept any make and model with our top of the line mechanics and support.” Another. “Well we were actually going to be closing early today but let me…” she looks up at Roxy who gives a nod, understanding what she’s asking. “Well you’re in luck we still will have our head mechanic around for a few more hours. Uh huh. Uh huh.” And another pause. “Alright, we will see you soon then Miss Chica!”

After the call different workers filter in slowly, picking up their checks, noise is still heard in the garage but it slowly is growing quieter as more mechanics leave.

“So I’m guessing someone is going to be bringing their car in soon?”

“Yup. Poor thing had it stall out on her on the way to work. She should be here soon.”

“Hmm alright then. I’ll go kick out the stragglers and work on the truck towards the far end of the garage till she comes.” Roxanne says as she gets up from the chair. She reaches into her custom jacket and pulls out her wireless earphones. “I’ll be listening to music in there so just send her in once she arrives.”

“Of course.”

As soon as she enters the garage, she yells out, “Alright you stragglers, go get your paychecks and get outta here! You all did great work today. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!”

After the others leave, she puts in her earphones and begins playing her high energy playlist and gets to work on the truck. At some point, she begins to sing along to the music playing in her ears. It’s about a minute into Experiment on Me by Halsey that she notices her audience.

The woman standing in front of her had porcelain skin and shining blue eyes. Her short hair was bleached blonde at the ends, with her black roots growing back in. She had a lobe piercing on each ear along with some helixes on one of them. Light makeup dusted her face with pretty pink lipstick lining her lips, the shade matching the color of her crop top. She had worn black shorts that help to accentuate her legs and a thin black jacket which suited her well. She looks like she probably dances thanks to those legs. However, it was her smile that distracted Roxy the most. Even though it was small, it was probably enough to light up the entire garage in the middle of a blackout, at midnight, with no full moon. Tie it with those beautiful blue eyes that show so much kindness in them and Roxanne knew she would be a goner for this girl. Suddenly the girl’s lips moved, mouthing a small Hi and an arm being raised to wave. She was caught staring.

“Mierda ! Uhhh,” she then realized her music was still blaring in her ears and paused it, removing the headphones from her ears. “Fuck um. Hi. Hey. I’m-I’m sorry, I just noticed you. You must be Chica, right?” What are you, in high school all over again? Shut up! Wait, I should probably introduce myself and shake her hand. She began to move her hand towards Chica but decided to wipe it on her towel real quick, part to hide her nerves and part to actually shake the pretty girl’s hand with a clean one. “Name’s Roxanne,” she said, flashing her signature grin.

Chica reaches out with her own hand and shakes, “A pleasure to meet ya, Roxanne.” Her smile only getting brighter.

Roxy clears her throat, trying to hide her darkening cheeks. “Um, well, we shou-we should probably go take a look at your ride and then go to the office and discuss a quote, whaddya say?”

“Sounds great!” Chica’s cheeks redden just the tiniest bit before turning on her heel and leading Roxanne to her beat up car.

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It’s later that night when Roxanne actually reflects on her newest customer. She had been so frazzled being in such close proximity to the beauty that she forgot about the stress of Monty being late. She only remembered due to showing up at the track to see Monty waiting there and greeting her.

He gave her a huge spine crushing hug, a pep talk that pretty much fell on deaf ears, and a “You’re gonna leave ‘em all in the dust, Champ!”

She had won the race easily but had let some of the other racers get closer to her times than she had ever let them before. She almost didn’t care. Almost. But she still won and was going to be the favorite for this season anyways, so she played it off like she was playing a mind game on the others, making them feel like she might be giving them a chance and taking it away just as fast. Her fans ate it up.

But still, despite being the winner of the race, she still felt like she lost at something.

It was just as she was drifting off that she realized she never asked Chica for her number, upset at her stupidity but strangely not spiraling into self-depreciation and instead hopeful to get it the next time she talked to the bubbly angel.

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As soon as Chica awoke, she got to her normal morning routine. She always was a bit of an early bird. So getting up to stretch, brush her teeth and make coffee was just the normal morning motions for her. After that was her more intense stretches that would soon lead to a workout, all par the course as well. However, having someone on the mind wasn’t a part of the routine.

She usually got through these exercises without losing count, but today she struggled. Every time she counted in her head, it was joined by a barking laugh. Balancing on one leg almost had her falling over after a flash of a sharp smile appeared. Heck, even stretching out her arms in front of her brought back memories of the mechanics bulging muscles from the previous day. 

Yeah, she really needed to talk about this girl with someone or her head would explode.

Thankfully, she already had a brunch planned with Freddy and Gregory. But she was already a bit hungry, maybe a quick snack would help her clear her mind up. Cooking always did put her at ease!

As she set out ingredients to make herself a quick post-workout meal, she decided to think about the previous day. 

She led the taller woman out towards her car. Man what is she? 5’ 9”? 5’ 10”? That puts her at least 5 inches taller than me! And as they get closer to the vehicle that looks like it was on its last limb a couple years ago, she could hear the woman next to her begin to chuckle.

“What?” Chica pouts to her companion.

That’s when a deep laugh rumbles out of the gold eyed beauty. “Sorry I don’t mean to laugh but c’mon.” She gestured to the vehicle. “I’m surprised this thing didn’t die on you sooner.”

Chica huffs out a small breath and feels her cheeks redden just a bit. “You and me both,” she smiles.

Roxanne’s own cheeks darker slightly and she clears her throat. “Yeah, well, um. You got the keys for this thing, right?”

Chica nods in return, holding up her most definitely overweight pink key chain that clinked with each movement.

“Right. Stupid question. Uhh anyways I’m going to need you to steer and I’ll push it in the garage.”

“Why?” Chica asks while cocking her head to the side.

The mechanic clears her throat and looks at the car, incidentally showing Chica her sharp jawline. “Well, ya see, normally it would be quick and easy to check what caused your car to stall, especially if other mechanics were here, but seeing the state that this thing is in, I’m gonna have to overlook the whole car.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Not your fault, don't worry. Anyways, I wanna get it into the garage and onto a lift so I can look it over some time soon and I’d rather not have it out here. Feel much better if it were inside.”

“Oh uh, okay! I don’t feel like you really need to, especially seeing how it looks but yeah let me just unlock the door and put it in neutral then.”

“Don’t matter, sometimes people want scrap metal and I’d rather it not be yours.” Roxanne begins to move towards the back of the vehicle, still speaking loud enough for Chica to hear. “Besides if you’re driving this kinda rust bucket around, I can only assume it's all ya can afford right now and I wouldn’t like someone robbing that from you. Ready?”

Chica felt her mouth open and her face heat up. She then shut it and shook her head “Ready!”

She feels the vehicle begin to move forwards and grabs hold of the steering wheel.

“Awesome! Keep it straight and head for the open spot that’s just to the right!”

“Got it!” Chica was in awe of this woman. She really is pushing me and the car. Oh wow. She then turned the wheel enough to lead her to the open lift towards the right side of the garage before straightening out.

“Yup! Just like that! Anddddd…There! Perfecto!” Roxanne then moves towards the driver's side and leans down to look at Chica, who feels a blush color her cheeks. Roxanne instead shot another wolfish grin at the already frazzled Chica. “C’mon let's head into the office. I can at least give you a price range for what might be the problem then I gotta close up shop.”

Once they get in, both girls notice Maple’s absence. 

“Huh, guess she left already,” Chica observed.

“Heh, yeah. Maple tends to sneak up on you, so no surprise that she left without either of us noticing. Now c’mon, she already shut off her computer that’s meant for reception so we’ll use mine.”

They both sit on a desk chair and Roxy begins to go over what might be the problems and the cost of each different option. All Chica could think about along with the beautiful woman next to her was how much this was going to dent her bank account. They discussed more about the vehicle and Roxy told her that by Monday she’ll have figured out the problem and get into contact with Chica on what to do next. At that same moment she got a text from her college friend saying they were outside waiting to take her home.

She then got up and thanked Roxanne for the service and left.

By the time she stopped reminiscing, her plain omelet and toast were made, ready to be eaten. So that is exactly what she did. Once she finished, she put the dirty dishes in the sink to be done later and went to shower and get ready for brunch with the Fazbears.

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She walked to the IHOP that they agreed to that was close to her apartment. From outside the restaurant she could see her friend and his son in the window. It wasn’t that hard since there was a small crowd around the table trying to get Freddy’s autograph. Gregory was looking at the kids menu while his father was distracted. She smiled and began walking closer.

She entered the restaurant and moved to where she saw Freddy and Gregory. Gregory then happened to look up and see her which had him waving enthusiastically. Chica returned the wave with the same amount of energy. Freddy then looked up to see who his son was waving to and once he made eye contact with his friend, his face was lit with his 1000-watt smile.

“Chica!” The man greeted. Now, to most people who met Frederick Fazbear the first time, they were most likely very intimidated. With his huge six foot one frame, arms that stayed huge even though the most working out he did was dancing, earlobe piercings, studded jewelry and the one eyebrow piercing that he got to match with Bonnie, it did come off as more than it should. But after people would look into his kind, warm brown eyes, they knew that they would have him wrong. And when they saw him perform on stage, his brown curls would bounce and the light would reflect off his honey skin, that was when people would see how the grizzly bear impression melded with the actual teddy bear of a man. But, Chica had met him before fame, before the piercings and before he had grown into his height, so he was always a teddy bear to her.

“Wait! Oh my gosh! Are you really Chica? And you’re meeting with Freddy?” one of the fans had asked, snapping Chica back into the moment. “Can I get a pic with both of you? I absolutely love the Glamrock Animatronics! Are the others going to j–”

“Of course you can get a picture with us,” Freddy cut off calmly. “And I understand that the rest of you want autographs and pictures but please, I am here to eat with my friend and son.”

A chorus of murmured apologies was returned in response. The fan that knew them both had gotten her pictures and the others were able to get their autographs sorted quickly. After that the fans had left, leaving only the Fazbears and Chica.

Chica then turned to Gregory and scooped him into a huge hug. “Oh, I’m sorry about that sweet pea.” She set him down and began to take the seat diagonal from him, next to Freddy.

“Yes, I want to apologize as well Gregory, Chica. Hopefully, no other interruptions will happen.”

“I sure hope not,” said Gregory.

“Me too, munchkin. Anyways, how have you both been? How has school been Gregory?”

“Its been–” “School is–”

“Oh whoops, sorry about that superstar. Please, you go first,” Freddy smiles at his son.

Gregory grins back. “Thanks dad. So school has been ok for the most part. There was a dance contest at recess and I did the move you taught me, the hiphop side steppy one, and I’m pretty sure I was the coolest one there.” Chica did a small clap for him which made the child smugly smirk. “Yeah, oh and dad keeps trying to get me to wear my laced shoes a lot more now.”

“You need to learn Gregory. You can’t always be wearing velcro straps and the more you wear laces the better you will get at tying them.”

That had caused the child to huff and Chica to smile. “How about I get you some slip on shoes? Hm? So we can phase you out of those velcro straps. We’ll find you some cool, fashionable ones, yeah?”

“Now Chica…” Chica shot him a look and he sighed, “Fine. How does that sound, son?”

“Sure. I guess I can try it.” Chica cheered which caused Gregory to shyly smile. “Ok I’m gonna do the puzzles and coloring now so you guys can talk about grown up stuff.”

Both adults smile fondly at the kid then look at each other.

“And you, Mr Fazbear? How have you been?”

“Excellent! Things have been going great with the marketing team for the business and they actually are trying to score a deal with a soda company to make soda using me as the brand. Oh and I’m going to be collaborating with one of the rookies at the studio soon. Vanessa has been working with them to get this collab for a while apparently and I’m excited to see who she thinks would sound good with me. I hope it's the rookie I think it is. Anyways, enough about me, what about you?”

“Well…” Chica then regaled him with the tale of her car breaking down and how she had missed work because of it. She then spoke about heading to Lone Wolf’s and spoke about the very attractive mechanic. She spoke about how cool she looked, how strong she was, how bright her smile was. Freddy followed along the whole time. She then spoke about the prices for the different options of what went wrong with her car and how it would be a bit of a strain on her budget. 

“You know I could help you out…”

“I know Freddy but I wanna be independent so I couldn’t possibly accept.”

The man pouted, “I understand but the offer still stands.”

“Thank you, truly. Well, anyways, back to what I was saying. I then left the office since I had texted Baby to come pick me up and she did. We then exchanged notes for the class we share and then they took me home. But, I didn’t leave my number for Roxanne and man do I feel dumb about it.”

Right before Freddy could respond, Gregory spoke up. “Well yeah Aunt Chica, crushes make you dumb, everyone knows that.”

“You were listening, you little scamp,” she teased, not at all upset.

“You were being so gushy about her, I was curious why.”

At that moment their food had come and they all began to eat it.

“Well Chica,” Freddy began after devouring half of his pancakes, “you still need to go back on monday right?” She nodded. “Well, you can probably exchange numbers then. I say go for it!”

“Yea An’ Chi’a, go ‘er it!”

“Gregory, swallow your food then speak. You could choke and its rude.”

Chica smiled, “you know what? You guys are right. I should go for it.”

“Yeah!” exclaimed Gregory, lifting a piece of pancake in the air before stuffing it in his mouth.

Freddy softly smiled at his son then turned to look at his best friend, the same amount of fondness in his eyes. “You deserve a chance at a happy relationship. It's been years since I’ve last seen you in one and I know you’ve been craving one. And I know, I know. It could be a bit of a distraction from your goals but remember it can't be all work. You deserve someone who will help you in your ambitions while also helping you take a rest from them so you don’t drive yourself ragged.”

“Thanks Fred.”

They then continued to eat their brunch and shared more conversations about many topics throughout the meal. Once they finished, they paid and left a gracious tip before heading to the parking lot.

“Well I guess I’ll be going then,” Chica started. “I should catch the bus for my shift in a couple hours now, so I’ll be seeing you two.”

“Wait Chica.” She stopped. “I actually need to head to the studio today and I know the restaurant you work at is near so let us drop you off.”

Chica thought for a second, then walked towards the car, entering on the passengers side. “Fine.”

“Yay!” Gregory cheered from the backseat. “Oh can we also get food from there after we finish at the studio, dad? Chica knows how to make such great food. Please?”

“Think you can do that?” Chica pretended to think about it before nodding. “Spectacular. Thank you. We can even take you home after your shift then!”

Chica fondly rolled her eyes. That kid was too clever sometimes.

The Fazbears then drove Chica to her job and bid her farewell before heading to the music studio together. She was now determined to have a great day, a great shift and think about the mechanic and a hopeful relationship with her.

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Thump thump. “So then I–” Thump thump. “–pushed the car into the garage–” Thump thump. “–and had her come to the office,–” thump thump. 

“You make out with ‘er? Or maybe more? ” Monty asked suggestively from the other side of the punching bag.

“What? No, dickhead.” Thump THUMP. 

“Ooh, that was a strong one. And you lose your game or somethin’?” Thump thump. “You used to be able to flirt.” Thump thump. “What ‘appened?”

“Maybe I don’t wanna be known as a flirt any more, huh. You ever think that might be the reason, pendejo. ” THUMP THUMP.

“Ohhh I see what's happenin’. Ya actually like ‘er.” Roxanne felt her face heat up which caused Montgomery to crack up, earning stares from other people in the gym.

“Maybe,” she growled, “and what of it?!”

They barked out another laugh, “you’re actin’ like a high schooler with a puppy crush. Going soft now huh.”

In response, Roxanne just threw two more punches to the bag before heading to her gym bag to drink some water.

If she knew she would be ridiculed this much, she would’ve skipped out on the cardio boxing for the day. Ehh, no she wouldn’t have, the big guy would just come to her apartment and bug her into hanging with him since they didn’t go drink the previous night after her race win like they usually would. She had still been out of it after the race and her bravado only got her as far as making a show for her fans before leaving. Her friends were upset that she left so she promised to pay for drinks the next time they went out and that satisfied them enough to let the tradition slide this once.

She then looked over to her best friend who was finally picking himself off of the ground and walking over to her. She always thought he looked strange without his piercings while they were at the gym. Normally the 6’ 5” Cajun man would have all his piercings in, his many ear piercings, the nose ring, the snake bites and tongue piercing, but since they were working on boxing today, he had chosen to take them out. She knew that it was because they did not trust her to not sock him in the face while sparring, but could anyone blame her. He made such stupid faces at her that made her want to tap their face affectionately. With her fist. But seeing all his piercings out reminded her of when he didn’t have them, back in the beginning of high school. Back when they would get into fights and piercings would mean torn skin, she’s happy that he could now wear them without fear of that happening. And now here they were, in all his topless glory. His dark skin shining beneath the gym lights, bright red dread mohawk standing proud, full sleeve tattoo on his left arm on display that creeped on the alligator design that covered the area over his heart. And if anyone looked close enough, they would see the two thin scar lines that lined the bottoms of his pecs. She was so happy for them the day he got his top surgery.

It was then that he sat down next to her and slung his arm over her shoulder, getting their sweat all over her.

“Eww gross. Get your sweat offa me, cochino ,” she said while playfully shoving him off.

“Oh c’mon. Ya make a great towel.” He pressed into her side again before backing off. They then began to dig into his bag, pulling out their favorite pair of star shaped sunglasses. Why he wore those tacky things, she would never understand. He then slipped them on his face, hiding his hazel eyes.

“Anyways, want me to continue my story of yesterday before you so rudely interrupted.”

“Yeah! Ya can tell it to me while we do our cool-off,” he said, getting up then turning around to offer a hand to help Roxy up. She took his hand and they got to doing their cool off stretches.

“Well, after we went to the office, I uhh kinda went into business mode.”

“Booooooo, shoulda banged her.”

“Shut up you. She is still a customer and I am not going to do that at the garage office. Anyways, I showed her the options for her vehicle and at the end of that she thanked me for everything. She then got a text that her friend was outside waiting for her then left.”

“Damn, that sucks Rox.”

“Yeah…But on the bright side she should be coming in on Monday so I can let her know what’s wrong with her car. I planned on asking for her number then.”

“That’s the classic Roxy moxie, I know.”

She groaned at that. “Ugh never say that to me again. Anyways, you done? I wanna hit the showers then we can go out for a quick lunch.”

“Yeah, ‘m all done. I’ll take a quick shower too. Meet at the front?”

“Of course.”

They both went to the shower stalls that were in the gym. As she showered, she went over her plans for the rest of the day. Grab a bite with Monty then head to the music studio. Wonder if my hair will look alright. Wait, I think I forgot my hair dryer. Eh, I'll just ask Monty for his. She finished up and headed to the lobby to wait for the Cajun.

She was scrolling on her phone when she saw her friend approaching from the corner of her eye. “Hey can I bo—Where the fuck is your shirt?”

“In my bag,” he said while moving their gym bag in front of himself then back to their side.

“Why are you actually a toddler,” she grumbled. “Just, why?”

“And hide these babies?!” He starts flexing, “Not. A. Chance.”

All Roxy could think about this situation was how funny it must look to a passerby. Luckily the gym staff were already numb to their nonsense.

“Y’know what, who cares. You bring your hair dryer?” He nods. “Cool, let me borrow it. Also I found this sandwich shop around the corner, doubt they’ll let you in though.”

“I’d like to see them try and stop me.”

He was not allowed inside.

~~~~~~~~~

They both had just finished their sandwiches and parted ways, Monty thankfully wearing a shirt now. She was now riding her motorcycle to the music studio, ready to put in some work, especially since she knew that today was only a meeting and working on her solo stuff.

She got to the recording building owned by Fazbear Enterprises. She parked her bike in the spot reserved specifically for motorcycles and made her way to the elevator. She passed the reception and the offices where different marketing teams for artists resided. She went to the small studio room where she worked on her personal songs at. 

Now, most people did not know that she worked at the studio. She had been contracted under them only very recently after the manager for the company’s largest celebrity saw one of her songs online. Said manager contacted her and worked with her to get her a spot in the company. She honestly had Monty to thank since he was the one to use her song in one of his tiktoks that went minorly viral. She had talked with the manager to get them in as well but it didn't work, mainly because they played bass and the company wasn’t looking for one of those currently. That didn’t stop Roxy and the manager from finding a way in for him, especially since both knew how amazing his bass playing is. But when she first got the news, she was ecstatic. Now, as much as she had loved being a mechanic and a track racer, she knew that getting noticed was what would lead her to her actual dream of being a globally famous rockstar. She had always loved music ever since she was little, starting when her papá taught her Spanish guitar. She then learned how to play piano and found her first love and then the rest was history. She wanted to surprise everyone when her first EP dropped, to show them how great she was as a musician.

There was another reason, however, for her keeping her claim to fame a secret rather than gloating it like she normally would.

Don’t want to be compared to him , right?

She sat at her chair and started up her computer to open her mixing software, ignoring the voice in the back of her head. She uncovered her keyboard and ran a couple scales to warm herself up.

You won’t be as popular. A knockoff.

The computer finishes booting up and she gets to work.

It was nearly an hour of her working through a new song about a certain someone on her mind, battling the voice when the door opens. Only a handful of people in the whole facility would walk into her room without knocking first, and she felt she knew who it was.

“Freddy! What did I sa–” she cut herself off when she saw it was the younger Fazbear that entered her room instead. She smirked, “So he brought you with him today, huh, brat.”

Gregory stuck his tongue out at her, “At least my hair doesn’t look like a rat’s nest today.”

“Hey! I forgot to take my hair dryer to the gym today!”

“A likely story,” He moves to sit down on the small couch she had in the room. “Also, I know something you don’t.”

“Oh really? What is it you know, punk?”

“That was a new song you were making earlier, right?” Gregory asked, changing the subject. Weird kid.

“Yeah?”

“Sounds like a love song,” the kid said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

That caused her to blush and turn away from the child and back to the screen. I really hate this kid. She could almost feel his smug eyes burning through the back of her head. And I already showed a reaction to what he said, so I can’t really play it off. Idiot. That kid is much sharper than you and yet you always show him weakness. I am NOT dealing with both of you right now.

“I’m taking that as a yes. That info would be very valuable for your crush then.”

She would not lie, she was intrigued. She turned to look at him and saw the smuggest smile and eyes that were ready to bargain. ¡Ay, chingado! This brat wants a trade. “Fine, what do you want, you little criminal?”

He pretended to look around the room before shooting her a sly grin. “Guess?”

She nearly snarled at that and instead narrowed her eyes at the child. He’s so lucky I respect his moxie. Oh great Monty got me saying that now. “All right, fine. Okay. What is it you want? Money?” He shook his head. “Song in your honor?”

“Dad already does that. Try again.”

“Hmmm a ride on my motorcycle?” That seemed to get his attention before he shook his head. “How about I teach you one swear word in spanish?”

He then grinned, “I think that might be a deal.” He then held out his hand to the woman.

She began to reach forward when the door opened once more. Freddy was standing in the doorway with a grin on his face, Vanessa standing behind him.

“Roxy! We are going to–,” his eyes then noticed her arm outstretched to Gregory who was sitting on her couch. His face then morphed into one of confusion, “Is this where you went off to, Gregory? And why are the two of you about to shake hands?”

Vanessa then squeezed into the quickly getting cramped room, “Oh, I do not trust whatever deal these two troublemakers were about to make.”

Both Roxanne and Gregory retracted their hands, locked eyes and nodded.

“Dang, Greggy. They caught us in the midst of planning a prank.” Gregory snapped his fingers to help sell their point.

“Hmm, I don’t want you pranking people.” Freddy then ran his eyes over both of them. “Either of you. But, I have amazing news,” his bright smile returning. “We shall be collaborating Roxanne!”

She had been aware of this for a bit after speaking with Vanessa. Vanessa was the manager that had seen her talent after all and she had wanted to get Roxy to center stage as soon as possible. After all, what better way to do that than with the company’s biggest star. It didn’t hurt that she got along with Freddy relatively well even with her brash attitude.

She then grinned at the other three in the room, “And I sure am looking forward to it as well, big guy.”

Chapter Text

“Ciao Shortstack!”

“Ciao Mont gummy!”

Chica had just walked into work and saw her favorite coworker checking in. They both had been working at this Italian restaurant together for close to a year now. Chica had been the one to train him in the kitchen and they had been beyond grateful to have been trained by her. She was patient with them, even when he got frustrated and began to make more mistakes out of anger. In return, they would intimidate any creeps that would hit on her when she had a shift as a server instead of a cook. She was capable of fending for herself but it was sweet to have him there doing it.

“So, Chickadee, whatcha gonna teach me today? Some japanese? Some italian? Finally a curse word in either?”

“Why are you so stubborn about learning foreign curse words?”

“I wanna be able to swear at my best friend in a different language. She does it to me in spanish all the time and I wanna be able to hit ‘er back with one she don’t know.”

“Well I don’t curse, remember?”

“Boring.”

“Oh hush. Alright, I'll teach you Japanese today. What kind of word or phrase would you like for me to translate–” he begins to open his mouth, “–that isn’t a swear.” They snap it shut.

Monty then stands there and wonders what he would like to learn. She figured it was most likely going to be a tamer insult but to her surprise it was, “you’re the best.” A gentle smile plays on his lips.She looks at him in shock till he makes eye contact, his face forms into an embarrassed frown. “What?”

She chuckles, “nothing, nothing.” He turns his head away from her and stares off into the distance with a glare. “Ok so it's anata wa saik ō . ”

“Heh, that almost sounds like an insult. Alright, anana wa psycho.”

That gets Chica to chuckle, “oh my gosh, you’re pronouncing it completely wrong. Repeat after me. An.”

“An.”

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“Ta.”

“Ta.”

“Wa.”

“Wa.”

“Sai.”

“Sai.”

“Kō.”

“Kō.”

“ Anata wa saikō.”

“ Anata wa saikō!”

“Amazing!” Chica cheered, getting Monty to grin widely.

“That doesn’t sound like cooking getting done,” their boss said entering the room.

“Sorry, boss,” they both apologize. As soon as their boss left the room, they began laughing with each other.

“Guess we should probably get to work then.”

“Hell yeah, let's get to makin some killa food!”

They start to cook many different Italian meals for the restaurant. The two of them were always an unstoppable machine in the kitchen. They had an agreement where Chica would focus on making pizzas, seeing as she is half Italian. Her pizzas were always to die for, made to near perfection every time and when specialties were ordered, the customer always knew that their mind would be blown. The other part of that agreement was Monty would handle any stew or soup. In their first week of her training them, he gloated that ‘his gumbo is the best damn gumbo in the country’ and she asked for proof. The following day he brought tupperware of the stuff and Chica could only remember wishing for a larger bowl the next time. Any other thing that would need to be made was split between the two of them, depending on what they felt like cooking at the moment.

Meal after meal was produced, plate after plate taken to a different patron. Jokes and small talk were traded between the two of them over the course of the evening. Then the question of the evening was asked.

“So how’d everythin’ go with ya car? You got that shit settled?”

Chica knew this question would be coming, especially since he had to take part of her shift from the day before. She lets out a huge sigh. “It’s a mess honestly.”

“Damn, seriously? That sucks Chica.”

“Yeah. Honestly the only good thing to come from yesterday was the mechanic,” she said offhandedly while tossing dough into the air for a prosciutto e funghi pizza.

That piqued the tall man’s interest. “Oh really?”

She then sighed dreamily. “Heh yeah, she was wow, just wow. She was like five, ten, maybe? And those practically golden eyes of hers were so gorgeous and I swear I could see them glow. And her silver hair was so cool. Along with her piercings and small tattoos. And her arms, my god. I’m like pretty sure she works out because the muscles on this girl were huge. She pushed my car by herself! I think what really made her amazing was her voice. When I had walked in she was singing a song and her voice. Her voice! It was so charismatic, and smooth and somehow raspy. I wish she sang more before noticing me. She was also super observant and nice and explained all the mechanic talk to me in such an easy way that I definitely knew my car was going to be in good hands. And–” she looked at Monty, seeing him smirk. “And I’m ranting, aren’t I?”

They begin to laugh. “Yeah but it was adorable. It’s times like that where I forget that you’re actually two years older than me.”

That caused a small blush and an eye roll. “Oh hush you. Anyways, Roxanne, that's her name by the way, had explained all the different things that might be wrong with the junker.” Suddenly her face scrunched up and she muttered under her breath, “I forgot how expensive some of those options were.”

“They bad?”

“They’re affordable but still gonna dent my spending for a couple weeks. All I have is this job which I couldn’t get to yesterday due to that car breaking. It already cost me and now it’s expenses are going to grow. I use this job to pay for rent of my apartment. I use it to pay for my classes. Then there’s all my other living expenses that I need. Not to mention that I’m still saving up to buy a dance studio and I don’t want to have to wait forever to pay for one. I’m already stressed with classes and trying to full time this job. And my friend already offered to help me out but I need to do this myself, y’know? Argh this dumb car really messed up things. I just…”

“Hey, hey. Take a deep breath,” Monty said in a calm voice. She did as requested. “And out. Man this is stressing you out, huh.” She nodded. “Alright, finish putting the ingredients on that pizza then go outside and take a breather. I’ll put it in the oven for ya. Best to do it before the dinner rush.”

She smiles sadly and finishes up with the dough and toppings. She then heads out, sneaking some bread with her to snack on.

She stands outside the building and begins to eat her pieces of bread. Halfway through eating the third one, she hears the door open behind her. She swallows the piece in her mouth and tries to hide the last piece from whoever just exited before turning to greet them. She sees that it was her boss.

“ Buonasera signiore .”

“ Buonasera ragazza. I already saw the piece of bread so just eat it,” he chuckles. She sheepishly pulls the bread from behind her back and starts nibbling on it, knowing she won’t get in trouble for it now. 

He then pulls out a pack of cigarettes and places one in his mouth. Just as he’s about to put it away, he then looks to Chica and tries to offer it to her.

She looks at it for a second before declining. He then shrugs and lights it.

I know we’re stressed but we quit that habit a long time ago. We are not doing that again. She smells the smoke in the air and feels a long dormant craving rear its ugly head. She looks at the puffs of smoke that her boss releases and turns her head away again, focusing on the bread in her mouth. Do not fall into temptations. It's garbage, remember. We don’t want garbage in our system. Focus on the food.

She eats the bread and heads back inside, proud of herself for resisting the urge to accept the offered cigarette. The pride was enough for her to feel relaxed and ready to work again. She walks over to her station in the kitchen and gets ready for the dinner rush.

“Betta?” Monty asks.

“Better.”

They work through the dinner rush and make the delicious food like they always do.

They share more banter throughout the rush when nearing the end of it, Monty decides to ask a question. “When was the last time ya let loose?”

This confused Chica. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, ‘s just I noticed that ya usually talk bout school or dancing. Not much about goin out and getting drunk, seein your friends be idiots.”

“Oh well, umm. I-well I’ll be honest, I haven’t really gone to a bar in a long while. My friends that I would usually do that with don’t really have the chance anymore? I mean one had left for the navy about six years ago. The other became a pro bowler and began to travel too much so he isn’t really here as much. And the last one is a father now, so not as much time to go drinking.” She says, thinking about how lame it was that she hadn’t been going out as much as she used to. Her college friends had always invited her to stuff but she only went for a little bit, not nearly enough time to get loose. “Don’t get me wrong, I still go to clubs and a party here and there, but yeah not nearly enough to be loose,” she says, feeling her face heat up in embarrassment. She looks down at the ground waiting for the teasing.

“Well now that can’t do! Alright, you’re officially invited to drinking night this Friday. Ya need to destress.”

“Isn’t that when you hang out with your friends, though. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t worry bout it, they’ll love ya. And ‘sides if you feel uncomfortable with it bein’ just me and my friends, bring some of those college friends. I’m sure they’d love to join ya!”

She wouldn’t lie, she really did want to go. Monty had been such a great work friend to her and she knew that she did need to destress. She was still hesitant.

“Look, I won’t force ya, but think bout it, alright. You’re my friend too and I wanna see you relaxed for once.”

“Alright Gummy. I’ll ask my friends if they’d want to join, then I’ll send you a text for the info.”

He grins wide. “Awesome! Oh it's also karaoke,” he mentions, obviously trying to make it more enticing for her. Which admittedly worked.

“You really know my weak spot. Fine, send me the details later. Now lets finish up these final meals,”

They finish working. Chica then makes dinner for herself and the Fazbears for when they pick her up. Monty stuck around to keep her company till they arrived. Once Freddy and Gregory entered the restaurant, she heard her friend breathe out a “woah” and chuckled. She playfully shoved him, which he returned gently. She said bye to him and joined the Fazbears to their car. Once she got dropped off at home, she fell asleep excited for the coming week which held the promise of karaoke and a possible number from a really beautiful mechanic.

Chapter Text

Roxanne had just finished her meeting with Freddy and Vanessa about their collaboration. They agreed on what kind of sound they wished to go for and schedule of what days were available for each of them to work on it together. To say she was ecstatic was an understatement. However, her business with the Fazbears wasn’t done, specifically her business with the younger one. Once the meeting was done she decided to go search for him since the adults had decided to let him roam nearby while they discussed.

She found him by the vending machines, grabbing a snack. “Y’know, normally I wouldn’t care what you're doing but it is almost time for dinner and knowing your dad, he’d be upset if you spoiled your appetite.”

The child jumped, not expecting Roxy. “Jeez Roxy! You scared me! And since when do you care about what I eat? I knew you always loved me.”

She smirked at that. “Hardly. I love you as much as a thorn in my side.”

He sticks his tongue out at her in rebuttal.

She chuckles. “Alright, we still got business to settle. I’ll teach you that swear word in exchange for the info.”

The kid’s mischievous eyes light up, very obviously excited for the exchange of knowledge. He sticks out his hand, wanting a fair deal. Clever little fucker. She silently reaches out and takes the hand, giving it a singular firm shake, eyes shining as much as the boy’s.

“Alright, teach me the swear first then I will give you what you want.”

“Fine pendejo , it means idiot.” she says, acting nonchalant to hide the eagerness of wanting to know what this child is aware about Chica.

“ Pendejo . You’re my favorite!” That made Roxanne incredibly happy even though she knew it was because she taught him a swear word, albeit gentle one. “Alright, she really likes your voice, says it's like a siren call, whatever that is.”

Roxanne blushed. Being noticed for her voice, that was something she wasn’t fully prepared for since most people cared about how she looked first when they were possibly into her. She wanted more info, but by the time she came back to her senses, Gregory was walking down the hall, most likely back to where his father was. 

He threw away the bag that he had bought and turned to look at Roxy waving goodbye. She waved back, then went to her studio so she could get her stuff and head home, a certain smile playing in her mind. She could not wait for Monday to come.

~~~~~~~~~

That Monday came and Roxanne could not have been more excited. She felt like she was at her first track racing tournament all over again, nerves of excitement and anticipation coursing through her blood. She had been extremely jittery during her workout and even though Monty was wearing a shit eating grin, his eyes held slight concern for the jitters in his friend. She had reassured them that she was fine and reminded him it was monday, the day she would try making the first move to a hopefully meaningful and long-lasting relationship. Dios mio, when did I become such a sap.

She parked her bike in her spot and entered the office. By her desk she saw another bag placed on the office chair in front of it. Oh that’s right Papá is back from his vacation today. Should probably go say hi to him. 

“Hey, um, Maple?” she began, putting her stuff on the desk.

“Hm?” was her response, accompanied by tapping on a keyboard.

“Um, I have a meeting with Chica, the lady from last Friday, so when she gets here can you come get me?” she asks, putting her coveralls over her clothes.

Maple smirks, “Oh of course. I’ll be sure to come get you for your meeting . Would I need to take my break then as well?”

Roxanne’s face heats up. “No,” she squeaks out.

Maple chuckles, “alright then, go get to work. Your father already made sure everyone has their assignment. Oh, you should also greet him by the way.”

Roxy, now over her embarrassment, gives Maple a nod, “On it Maps.” And exits out the door into the garage.

She enters and says hi to coworkers that see her walking in and they tell her that he’s at the mysterious vehicle on the third lift. Knew I forgot to do something. She goes to the lift that had Chica’s car and sees her father standing over it.

“ Buenos días Papá. ¿Cómo estuvo tu viaje?” She greets him.

He looked up at her and smiled, “ Bien, mija. Pero ¿qué es? ” he asks, pointing to the car in front of him. 

“ Es mi proyecto personal. Para una amiga. ” 

“ Parece basura. ¿Cuál de tus amigos maneja esto? ” He knew who her friends were and was quite sure that he hadn't seen any of them drive this piece of junk around, otherwise they would have brought it to his daughter sooner.

“Well, ella no es mi amiga todavía… ”

“ Ay, mija, ” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “ Por favor no le des un gran descuento. No puedes dirigir un negocio con eso ,” he pointed at her lower half, “ afectando tus elecciones .”

“ Ay, calmate. Calmate . Besides, todavía necesito ver qué pasa .”

“Ok,” he said. He mulled over his next words for a second before letting out a sigh. “ Recibí una llamada de tu hermano –”

She froze. She was hoping he would just chastise her more before leaving so she could work on the car. But this was worse. Much worse. Her brother. The guy who could give less of a shit about her and when he tried to make a “effort” to right things, he left . The guy she was compared to near daily during her middle school and high school days. The one everyone liked better. The guy you were a fucking loser compared to. Felix “Foxy” Wolf.

A grimace graced her face. She then felt her expression harden before looking into her father’s eyes. “I could give less of a shit about what he said.”

You should. He’s better, remember?

Her father's eyes saddened, “ Desearía que ustedes dos se llevaran bien…”

“Yeah, well whose fault is that,” she said, full of venom.

Yours. She felt tears prick the backs of her eyes. 

He looked at her silently and released a disappointed sigh. “You know I love you both. I just want to see you two be siblings again. Te dejo entonces. ” He then walked off, most likely heading to the truck she worked on the previous Friday. 

Her mind went into autopilot. She put her earbuds in but they played no music. She then began to do a full inspection on Chica’s vehicle to find out what was wrong. It was times like this, that she was glad at how skilled she was at being a mechanic. The burning in her eyes had not stopped but she needed to finish the inspection. She had no clue when Chica would arrive and she wanted to be able to tell her what was wrong with full confidence. She also needed to see what the replacement options would be to make sure the shop had them. Don’t want to be more of a disappointment, right? She swallowed hard.

She finished the inspection as fast as possible and went back into the office. She felt like her chest was constricting, blood rushed in her ears and the tears were starting to form. She kept her face as hardened as possible but she needed to get to the restroom, now . Maple saw her enter and had a look of pity in her eyes, nodding toward the empty employee restroom.

HAHAHA She fucking PITIES you, you absolute LOSER. Shut up… Why? We both know you’re nothing.

She enters the restroom and starts to let the tears stream down her face. A strangled “fuck” escapes her mouth as she tries to keep silent. She then cries as silently as possible. She makes eye contact with herself in the mirror.

“I’m not nothing.” Yes, you are. “I’m the best.” Says who, I’m pretty sure no one has actually said that to you. “I’m not a loser…” Now, there’s no need to be a liar. She continues to cry, trying to ignore the mocking voice in her head.

Eventually the tears slow down and she finally looks into her eyes again. They looked so very, very tired. At least they didn’t look that red. She began to splash her face when a knock sounded on the door.

“She’s in the lobby. I’ll also be taking my lunch break now, office is yours.”

She gave a weak, “thanks” and then heard footsteps retreat from the door. She took in a deep breath, swallowed and looked at herself in the mirror. “You’re the best. You are the best.”

She exited the employee restroom and went through the office to see Chica sitting on one of the chairs they had in the lobby. She was sitting there, reading one of the outdated magazines they had on the table, a gentle smile on her face. Once she heard the office door creak, she looked up and saw Roxanne, her face lighting up. 

“Hi,” She said with a little wave, placing the magazine down.

Roxanne felt her body relax. “Hey. Wanna come in here so we can discuss your vehicle?”

“Gladly!” Chica got up and walked into the office with Roxy holding the door open for her. 

They both took a seat on the office chairs and used the computer that Maple was using earlier.

“You alright? Your eyes are kinda red,” Chica observed.

Roxanne froze for a second. Fuck, is it that noticeable? They didn’t look that bad in the mirror. “Yeah,” she faked a yawn, “just a little tired, y’know? Late weekend.”

Chica nodded, her face pinching into a cute pout, “I feel you there. I always have late nights studying for my classes.”

Roxanne chuckled, pulling up the two items that were going to be replaced on the car. “You’re in school?”

“Yeah, I go in the mornings to the community college in town. All I can afford right now, I'm afraid. I then go to work in the evenings and weekends, so you can see why this car is important to me.”

Roxy immediately makes the decision to charge the Friends and Family deal. Screw what her dad says, this girl deserves the discount.

“Yeah, well I have some news then. So what happened was one of your fuses short circuited and that’s honestly an easy thing to replace and we got a lot of those here in the shop.”

“Yay! You said that was the cheapest replacement so that's great” Chica smiled, clapping her hands the tiniest bit. Luckily her eyes were closed otherwise she would have seen the light dusting across Roxy’s cheeks. She’s precious. Man, this next part is going to suck.

“Yeah, but I also got some bad news.” Chica’s face dropped. Way to go asshole. You shut up. “Well that fuse short circuited because one of the circuit boards in your car had faulty wiring which caused that fuse to blow, ultimately stopping your car. That part is called an Electrical Control Unit, ECU, for short.”

“That was the one that ran for around 500 for my type of car…” Her smile slowly turned to a frown.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. And right now, we don’t have the correct one for your make and model so it might take half a week to a week to get one to us…”

Chica sighed and Roxanne felt immense guilt even though she knew that the car issues truly weren’t her fault.

“Still cheaper than getting a new car, I suppose,” Chica reasoned, obviously trying to be optimistic.

“Yeah, I will also discount the delay as an apology for the inconvenience.”

Chica then had a small smile grow on her face. “You don’t need to do that…” She then chuckled, “also hearing you say that so professionally felt wrong, I’m pretty sure you’re younger than me.”

“Yeah, it felt kinda weird to say,” Roxanne joined with a small laugh. “And you look younger than me, especially with your height.”

Chica faked offense by placing a hand to her chest, “Now height is no way to judge someone. I’ll have you know that I am a healthy 25.” She crossed her arms then upturned her nose to the side with a “hmph” the grin on her face betraying the mock resentment.

Roxanne then laughed at the playful behavior, gaining a full smile from Chica. “You’re a goof. And yeah, you have a solid two years on me.”

“See, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” she said with a playful gleam in her eye. At that moment, an alarm on her phone went off. “ Oh shoot, that’s my alarm for my bus. I’ll need to leave soon,” she said, visibly saddened slightly by the news.

“Well allow me to walk you to the door, then,” Roxy said standing up and offering her hand to help Chica up. Chica accepted and rose to her feet, making sure to grab the bag she brought with her. Roxy then opened the door for the shorter woman to pass through.

“What manners. Thank you!”

As they walked through the waiting area, Roxanne had remembered something very important. “Oh wait,” Chica stopped and looked at the latina, curiosity on her face. “I was um-Well I figured–I um wanted to ask if I could get your number.” Chica looked at her in silence and she began to panic. “Y’know for the–to let you know about when the-when the ECU comes in or to even, just chat, if you want. If not, I understand, I could be overstepping my boundaries and I–”

“Of course you can have my number,” Chica replied, almost out of breath, stopping Roxanne’s embarrassing rambling.

“Oh cool. Great. Awesome!”

Chica then smiled shyly, a small glow alight on her cheeks, “Sure my number is…” Roxanne entered the number and sent a text back on it at Chica’s request. 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to contact you,” Roxy said after Chica left through the door.

“I’ll be holding you to that!”

Roxanne smiled and closed the door heading back to the office. She opened up the newest contact in her phone that simply said ‘Chica’. She would change it later. She shut off the phone and looked at her reflection.

She would like Foxy better.

Immediately, the rush of emotions from before the meeting were back. It felt like tv static had filled her mind. Maple had entered and said something to her that she couldn’t understand. She needed to leave.

“Hey, I’m gonna take the rest of the day off. Let my dad know for me, yeah?” she said, not waiting for a response. Putting on her armored jacket and helmet, not even bothering to take off her coveralls, and making a beeline out the front door and to her bike.

She got home and heard a ding from it.

She didn’t answer Chica’s text till the next day.

Chapter Text

Chica was upset. It was now Friday, a few days after she got Roxanne’s number, and she was concerned. And kinda sad. Maybe a little pissed. Did she do something wrong? Was she coming on too strong? Maybe, the mechanic wasn’t into girls and I made her uncomfortable. I did say not to judge a book by its cover…

She shook her head and opened up her messages with Roxanne again.

Roxy 🔧

Monday, 12:48pm

hey this is roxy :)

1:32pm

hey roxy! ^_^ thx for helping with my car! also thx for giving me ur number

Tuesday, 8:22am

of course!

woah, you musta been real tired yesterday to respond this late

yea sorry bout that

I worked then knocked out

well my class is starting in abit so later ;P

bye

1:14pm

ugh my classes were exhausting today

and i am sooooo hungry>_<

thank goodness my coworker brought me his special gumbo, i could probably eat ten gallons of the stuff!

sounds tasty

it is!

r u also eating lunch??

yup 

omg i should invite you to the restaurant i work at

i can make you one of my specialty pizzas for free for lunch ^o^

thatd be nice

yay lmk when ur free so i can text the address and prep it

Wednesday, 7:15am

sorry I dont think I’ll be able to this week

oh thats fine

ur probably super busy with the shop

i understand

yea, its been real busy, need all hands on deck

i totally get it

no need to explain to me

yea sorry

I gtg, need to do my workout before work

yea i get u

i need to finish my stretches then head to school

10:23am

hey^_^

would u say its too early for lunch

just a lil early

not too early tho if youre already hungry

omg i figured youd be busy rn

Yea usually I’d be in the garage but maple needed hellp in the office

theyre making u an office worker lol

what should i eat?

Idk

gtg Maple just gave me a look

6:56pm

did all that office work finally make you less tired

I think it made me more tired

lol u have a old person sleep sched

Thursday, 5:00am

maybe I do

7:03am

Omg do you actually wake up that early!?O_O

lol no

I woke up to send that then fell asleep again

u think ur a prankster dont u

yea just a bit

my pranks can be clever when I want them to

I’m sure that one got you and it was a low effort one

as if!

I was pretending earlier ;P

need to be as clever as a fox to get me

12:26pm

ur trying to think up a clever prank, arent u

well good luck with that ;)

5:31pm

they must be keeping u busy at the garage today

yea sorry

its alright, im probs super distracting

ill leave you be then

text me when u feel ^_^

Friday, 8:00am

have a great day today!

we finally reached the end of the week

Maybe you can finally get some well earned rest

The last messages had gone unanswered and it was nearly lunchtime. Chica sighed and swiped out of the message log. Maybe she’s just a naturally dry texter, some people are just like that. And she did say that this was a busy week at the shop. I’m stressing for no reason. That was enough to get her up from the bench she was sitting on. Besides, she was already too stressed. 

It was lunchtime anyways, might as well go eat. She texted her college friends that she was going to go eat since her class let out early and that she would save them a table.

She got to the nearby restaurant to the small campus in a matter of minutes and sat down, ordering only a drink while she waited for her friends. She took out her phone and resisted the urge to send off another text to Roxanne. She probably is annoyed by all the messages… She shook the thought and instead opened her messages with Monty. They had already told her the name of the bar their friends and he were going to be at. He also told her that her little group should go a bit later because the time that their group estimated getting there might change. As long as she got the chance to drink and sing, she was fine with it. She really did need it at this point.

“Jeez, it's a good thing your coworker invited us out to drink tonight, you really do need it,” said the voice of Elizabeth “Baby” Afton. “You look like you're gonna be shipped off to war!”

“Baby!” exclaimed Ballora, Baby’s on again off again queerplatonic partner.

“What? She looks like that, sweetie.” So they were on again.

She met the two of them about a year and half ago. They both were already close to one another and Baby recognized her as the old lead guitar for the Glamrock Animatronics. That kept Baby interacting with her which meant Ballora was always there too since they both always seem joined at the hip, even when they were off again. All three of them became fast friends and when Chica found out that Baby was an Afton she was shocked to see her here at a community college until she explained her father cut her off after she ran away to live with her older brother Micheal. Baby didn’t care much since it also meant being near Ballora.

They all sat down and ordered their food, Chica ordering barely more than the other two combined. Once they were all satisfied with their meals, they sat and chatted some more. Eventually, the two partners left back to the campus for their final classes for the day before the two would head home and get ready for karaoke night with Chica.

Chica got up and checked her phone. No new messages. She sighed and walked to the bus stop so she could get ready for karaoke tonight with Monty and his friends. She really did hope they were nice.

~~~~~~~~~

Chica sat in the backseat of Baby’s car, while the other two were in the front seat. She gave them directions to Music Man’s, the bar that Monty sent her the address of. They arrived just about 40 minutes after Chica said he got there with their friends, nearing 11pm. She was excited to get in there, order herself a Blue Lagoon and sing. Maybe she’d flirt with some of the girls there. I am super out of practice with flirting. Maybe that’s why she isn’t responding, I must be coming off as super awkward. No, no, we won’t worry about that, tonight is about having fun. 

They parked the car and entered the bar. Someone was already on stage singing the final notes of their song when she spotted Monty and headed to his table. As soon as Monty saw Chica, their grin grew and he stood up, welcoming them to the table.

“Guys! This is my friend Chica, the one that works with me! She brought a couple of her friends tonight, so let's show ‘em how to party, yeah?!” He shouted to the others, all varying degrees of drunk except for one, who must either dislike alcohol or be 20. The five people waved to her and her friends. Monty began to grab some spare chairs as Chica began to reach for the open seat available at the table.

“Oh that seat is already taken,” said the one non drunk person at the table. “Yeah she just went to get ready to ‘perform’ her karaoke song a few minutes ago, the drama queen. I’m Happy Frog, yes I am serious. I use she/her by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m gonna go grab a drink then while Monty grabs another chair for me.” Chica told Happy.

She walked to the bar where many people were ordering drinks and placed one for a Blue Lagoon for herself.

“Alright guys, what a great performance, yeah. Remember karaoke is open to everyone, just let MM know what you wanna sing, then we’ll put you in que. Now without further ado, here’s our next 'Rox'star!” Chica heard over all the chatter by the bar. The energy around the bar then changed at the announcement, however. Must be a regular everyone is excited for.

The music kicked in immediately along with the singing.

I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master

Wait a second.

I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters

She knows that voice.

I wanna be your good girl, I wanna be your gangster

Her drink just came out and she grabbed as quick as she could without spilling it.

Cause you can be the beauty and I can be the monster

She began to make her way to the open area near the stage, where many people had apparently flooded to so they could see this performance. And she didn’t blame them.

I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic

And there she was. The girl running wild in Chica’s mind. Roxanne Wolf.

I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric

She stands on the stage one hand on the mic in the mic stand while the other slides down the side of her body.

I know you scared of me, You said that I'm too eccentric

She takes the mic off the stand and becomes more expressive, putting herself into it.

I'm crying all my tears, And that's fucking pathetic

She leans herself over the edge of the stage and swings back, placing the mic back onto its stand.

I wanna make you hungry, Then I wanna feed ya

Chica then sees the wolfish grin that she associates with the woman begin to become even sharper.

I wanna paint your face, Like you're my Mona Lisa

Roxy hovers a finger over her face, moving it down till it nears her mouth and tilts her head away from the mic enough to let her audience see her lick the tip of it.

I wanna be a champion, I wanna be a loser

She watches as she flexes and does an L on her forehead, in time with the lyrics.

I'll even be a clown, Cause I just wanna amuse ya

Roxanne even hooks her finger into the corner of her mouth to lift it up into a smile without losing any of her tone

I wanna be your sex toy, I wanna be your teacher

She then combs a hand through her wild hair, making different people in the crowd cheer out her name. Oh she is definitely a regular.

I wanna be your sin, I wanna be a preacher

Roxanne mimes pulling back a leash around her throat, making Chica gulp. Hard. Before returning both hands over the mic.

I wanna make you love me, Then I wanna leave ya

She then shakes a finger towards the crowd before gesturing towards herself.

'Cause baby I'm your David, And you're my Goliath Uh huh

The instrumental hit and she rocked her body to the rhythm, before crouching down and extending one hand to the crowd. She swayed in time to the music, eating up the attention of what might as well be fans, her eyes combing over the crowd. Chica watches intently until she locks eyes directly with Roxanne. Roxy freezes for a split second before standing up, eyes laser focused on Chica, a near feral grin gracing her face. Kuso.

Because I'm the devil who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption

I'm a motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption

Oh fuck! Chica could feel her face fully lighting up. Good thing she was standing in a dimmer area but she could still feel those eyes trained on her. The gold eyes that did not want to break contact and only got hungrier as she stared. But Chica felt that there was something else in those eyes as she sang those lines.

And I'm a bad guy who's searching for redemption

And I'm a blonde girl who's searching for redemption

I'm a freak that is searching for redemption

I'm a motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption

Roxy immediately got into it again. Maybe I imagined that. Her eyes didn’t roam the crowd this time, though. Instead they just stayed laser focused on Chica. She pulsed with her body, almost thrusting to the beats, and started to take her jacket off. People began to cheer and Chica took a sip of her drink, trying to cool down her burning face. With the custom jacket off now, everyone could see the red and black crop top she wore, showing off her abs. Roxy held the jacket a second more before tossing it behind her, sending a smirk to Chica right before the lyrics began again.

I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master

I wanna make your heart beat run like rollercoasters

This time Roxy looked directly at Chica, clutching one hand over her chest.

I wanna be a good girl, I wanna be a gangster

Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster

All of her expressions now becoming only for Chica, almost as if everyone else in the room were just white noise.

I wanna make you quiet, I wanna make you nervous

I wanna set you free but I'm too fucking jealous

Roxy said those lines while taking her eyes off of Chica for the first time since spotting her only to use them to glare at anyone around the girl.

I wanna pull your strings like you're my telecaster

And if you want to use me I could be your puppet

She had reached her hand out, almost beckoning for Chica. Everyone around her cheered and hollered, but Chica did begin to move closer, almost in a trance, towards the stage.

'Cause I'm the devil who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption

I'm a motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption

Roxy's head banged to the music, making her hair more wild. She took the mic off of its stand and strutted forward on the stage before dropping to her knees, golden eyes never leaving contact with blue.

I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master

Roxanne whispered the last part into the mic, sending a wink towards Chica before picking up the jacket and strutting off stage. Chica could hear everyone around her talking about how good Roxy was, even hearing some girls say “I should ask for her number.” I sure hope you don’t. Chica instead shakes it off before heading back to Monty’s table.

Once she arrived, she then understood who the empty seat was for. There in all her glory was one Roxanne Wolf. The only available seat next to that rockstar of a woman. All right keep it cool Chica. Keep it cool! You’re only sitting next to a super hot badass.

“Chica! I saved you a seat!” The latina said, her golden eyes more calm now and less hungry compared to how they were on stage. The number of empty glasses in front of her told Chica how drunk the woman was.

“Thank you,” she said, freaking out internally, sitting down.

“Yeah! Let me buy you a drink. Let me buy us all drinks!” She said, everyone else at the table cheering.

“Oh no need,” Chica says nervously. “I’ve got a drink right here,” she says, holding her dwindling Blue Lagoon. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re already drunk.”

“Maybe,” Roxy says with a light smile. She then leans close to Chica’s ear, whispering, “but one must buy a pretty girl a drink, so that's what I'm gonna do.”

Chica’s face lit up as Roxy stood, heading to the bar counter. Oh fuck, I’m doomed, she thought in bewilderment at how much she wanted this woman.

Chapter Text

Roxanne woke up the next day in her bed, a headache splitting her head in two. She groaned and looked around the room. She was still wearing her crop top but now was also wearing a pair of sweats that she would usually sleep in. At least I was smart enough to get comfy before knocking out last night. She attempted to get out of bed, but the first throbs of pain made her flop back into it. She guessed she’d lay in bed a bit longer before getting up and eating something.

She knew she fucked up. Most of the night was a blur in reality. She only remembered arriving at the bar, paying for all of her friends' first rounds, buying herself many more and cheering. She hadn’t gotten this blackout in a while. But, she completely knew why she had allowed herself to get that way. It was because of Chica. She wasn’t normally a dry texter, especially not to someone she liked. And her mind had never been so degrading before about going after someone. Telling her she was undeserving of someone like Chica. So she decided to shut her brain up by getting as drunk as she could. And even though she doesn’t remember her best performance of the night, she remembers the feel of the crowd, the eyes that were on her, how she sang as if the object of her affections were right there. She sang each word with the lust and wish for redemption in that woman.

After she had won her race the evening before, she told her friends how she was interested in this girl who came into the shop needing repairs. That was when they reminded her of more unpleasant stuff about herself. She remembered how they told her about all her past relationships. How they joked she was a player only for another to correct it to her being afraid of commitment. She knew they were joking, hell she joked about it a lot herself, but when it came to Chica, it hurt. She didn’t want her to be just a one night stand, not another friend with benefits, none of that. She wanted to be genuine with her, and that terrified Roxanne.

You would never be good enough. She obviously has so much more ambition than you and would definitely get a better partner. Besides just because she’s nice doesn’t mean she’s into you. She probably pities you and is kind out of kindness to a loser like you. Can you shut the fuck up, I already got one killer headache, I don’t need another. Yeah you do, you need to be told the truth that you’re not as amazing as you think.

She took that as her sign to get up and start doing other things, like eat something. She walked to her kitchen to see a tupperware on her counter. Monty must’ve come by. She checked the clock on the stove and saw that it was ten minutes till 1pm. Slightly earlier than usual for her to wake up after she gets blackout but she slept so well.

Her dreams were of Chica at the karaoke bar with her. Buying her drinks. Singing a song on stage with her. Giving Chica her custom armored jacket. She was honestly surprised how kind her mind was to her last night considering the week before was her wanting to reach out to the pretty woman.

She ate the food that Monty made for her and took some aspirins along with some water. Thankfully, she did not plan anything for the day and could instead focus on getting over her hangover. That was when she realized she didn’t have her phone with her. She figured it was in her jacket so she went looking for it. The coat rack that she kept near her front door, however, did not have the black and red jacket she was searching for. Weird. I probably brought it with me to my room last night. She heads to her room, expecting to see the jacket somewhere, but she does not see it anywhere. She did see her phone on her bedside table, so she picked it up. Now on a mission for her jacket, she combs through the whole apartment searching for it. She gets frustrated with its disappearance and opens the group chat that has her friends. They apparently spent more of the late morning texting about the previous night and sending videos to one another. 

Mediocre Menaces

Saturday, 1:23pm

Joy amphibian🐸

MontyGetsBanned.mp4

Dumb Gay-tor

I still think its dumb that I ogt banned for a month

Dumbo 🐘

You literally stripped your shirt while singing Man Areas

Dumb Gay-tor

ROXY STRIPPED DURING HER SONG

Hippo 🦛

she only stripped her jacket??

Dumb Gay-tor

Still calling bullshit!!

Neddy boy

think they just hate ya big guy

Dumb Gay-tor

FINALLY SOMEONE ON MY SIDE

Neddy Boy

ik i sure as hell do

Dumb Gay-tor

FUCK YOU

alright, all of you stfu

which one of you fuckers took my jacket

Joy amphibian🐸

Hey!

fine joy, youre not a fucker unless you took my jacket

now which of you was it

Oinker

Why don’t u ask your that girl u were all over last night

Neddy Boy

Yea Monty’s friend

??

Oinker

Lmao do you deadass not remember?

obviously not if I’m asking

Hippo🦛

how much did you drink

Dumb Gay-tor

Yea Chica ummm i thought you knew her

That makes Roxy freeze. Chica was there? They are probably pranking her on Monty’s command. A ding comes from her phone, returning her attention to the chat.

Joy amphibian🐸

RoxyAndHerNewFling.jpg

TheseBitchesGay.jpg

Thats her

oh fuck

Neddy Boy

yea shes hot

oh fuck

oh fuck

oh fuck

also stfu ned

Roxy stared at the two photos sent to her. The first one showed her and Chica on stage singing, her jacket over Chica’s shoulders. They were looking at each other, each holding a mic. It was honestly a cute photo. The second showed her leaning into Chica’s side, apparently saying something into her ear, placing a drink down in front of them. From what she could see from her face, she had one of her cockier smirks on while Chica’s face was lit up. I look like I was being too much. She looks back at her phone, needing answers for what her behavior was. She hoped it wasn’t her usual one night stand kind of flirting.

Dumb Gay-tor

Yea Ned thats my coworker stfu

Dumbo🐘

Stfu ned

Oinker

U r so annoying ned

Neddy Boy

why do you guys hate me

Joy amphibian🐸

GetHisAss.jpg

Hippo🦛

Rox, you good?

How was I acting towards her?

Neddy Boy

and like that, i am saved

Ned seriously, shut up, this is actually important

Hippo🦛

From what I remember, you were acting like you usually do when flirting

Joy amphibian🐸

You were a lot more in her personal bubble than youd usually be

Neddy Boy

you also stared at her alot, especially when you sang😏

Joy amphibian🐸

oh yea I remember you staring her down when you sand wanna be your slave

Oinker

sand 

Neddy Boy

sand 

Dumb Gay-tor

sand

Hippo🦛

Guys pls focus

Yea! Focus! Please!

Was I being my usual playgirl self

Dumbo🐘

I’d say so

Hippo🦛

Yea a bit

Joy amphibian🐸

def gave off huge ‘come home with me’ vibes

Oh no. Oh noooo. Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. Damn, she must think you’re some kind of horny asshole. What a fucking loser jerk you must be to her. She most definitely hated that, I’m sure. I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing with you! 

Dumb Gay-tor

I dont think so

Oinker

huh?

Monty why do you say that?

Dumb Gay-tor

Yall didnt think bout the fact she gave Chica her PRIZED jacket

Neddy Boy

shit yeah hes right

Hippo🦛

yea that is true

That made Roxanne pause. It was true that she never really leant out her prized custom armored jacket. It was a signature thing for her at this point. The jacket that she got custom made after winning her first race. She never gave it out, ever. And she apparently gave it to Chica to wear for some reason or another in a hopefully chivalrous gesture. Alright, maybe I wasn’t that bad. I wouldn’t count on it. You were probably still inappropriate most of the night and thought giving the jacket would solve that. That…could be true. Fuck. I need to apologize. Maybe trying being her friend instead of coming off as someone only trying to get in her pants.

hey guys I’m gonna go

Need to take care of some stuff

Dumb Gay-tor

Yea i gotta go, im workin in a bit

Hippo

yea the rest of us got rehearsal in a bit so later

With the chat now silenced, Roxanne thought of what to do next. She needed to contact Chica and apologize for any inappropriate behavior from the night before. Maybe I could ask her for coffee and pay as an apology. Wow, that totally sounds platonic. Ugh, fine, I’ll make it so I can get to know her better as a FRIEND. That’s better. You’re being weirdly helpful. I’m here to only tell you the truth, most of that just happens to be you are a fucking loser. Roxy then opted to ignore the words and press on Chica’s contact.

She took a breath and dialed. After two rings, Chica picked up.

“Hi,” came a cheery voice through the phone.

“Uh hey.”

“I’m glad to hear that you woke up. You were drinking like the world was ending yesterday.”

“Heh, yeah. Sorry about that. If I knew you were the friend Monts invited, I would have been more aware of my intake.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. We all need to go crazy every once in a while, right?”

“Yeah, well, it still doesn’t excuse anything inappropriate I might have done.”

“Well, you weren–”

“No, you don't gotta excuse it, if I was being a jerk, I was being a jerk. So with that, I was wondering, if um, if you, um,” she took a breath, “if you’d like to get coffee tomorrow?”

“Y–”

“As friends,” she rushes out, remembering to make it platonic. Totally no feelings there, haha. “I’m sorry, I keep cutting you off. But yeah I would like to get coffee or food or something tomorrow. I’ll pay, of course! And like, it’d give us a chance to get to know one another better. As friends! As friends, yeah. I think you’d be super cool to hang out with an–”

“Roxy! Breathe,” Chica said with a light giggle. “No wonder you got a great voice with that lung capacity. But, I’d love to get coffee with you. I wanna get to know you better too!”

“You do? I mean yeah! Yeah!”

“Yeah! So, you’ll text me the details then.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh! I also have your jacket, by the way. It's super cozy but I’ll be sure to bring it with me! Sorry for taking it.”

“Nah, it's no big deal,” she says blushing at the thought of Chica wearing her jacket. “But yeah, i wouldn’t mind you bringing it with you, it's kinda my favorite.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll bring it. Sorry about taking it again! So text me later, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, byeeeeee.”

“See ya.” The line goes dead. 

Roxanne feels the largest grin spread on her face, excited for the next day. She shakes it off then and decides there is still a bit more in the day to at least practice on her keytar. Even if it is just as friends, Roxanne was happy to be spending time with Chica. Something about that girl just made Roxanne feel so much, both good and bad. More good, though. Besides, she would never want Chica to think she was a jerk for being inappropriate so with that final thought in her head, she searched for a nice cafe to take this girl that captured her attention.

Chapter Text

Chica hung up the phone and sat in her apartment. She wouldn’t lie, she was upset. She thought she would be asked to a date once she heard her “I wanna be your slave” ringtone she had set for Roxy. And all the flirting, from what she could remember, was not inappropriate. Did Roxy think she was forcing herself onto me? Sometimes it did get a little more suggestive than she thought it would but nothing that was too much. Roxy was very kind to her while drunk, constantly feeding her compliments, getting her drinks, and trying her best to hang onto every word Chica spoke. It was honestly very sweet, so Chica had no clue where she got the idea she was being inappropriate. She thought that all the flirting that was happening between the two of them was going to lead them somewhere.

It’s alright Chica. It's ok. I mean at least we are still kinda going on a date even if it isn’t the kind of date I want. I can do friends. She chewed her lip for a second. I could really eat something.

She knew that she was eating to distract her mind, but she just couldn’t help it. She was hoping for more with Roxanne. Chica had never met someone as alluring as her. She ordered food from an app since she was honestly still feeling upset and didn’t want to cook, all she needed to do was wait.

It could be possible that Roxy didn’t mean all the flirting, she was drunk. Maybe I was reading into it all too much, maybe she does only want friendship. Seeing what I wanted to see.

That thought hurt too much to think about. Maybe she should call someone about this. Get an outside opinion. She quickly shook the thought away, she didn’t want to bug anyone with her nonsense. She would handle this like an adult and take care of this mess herself. 

She decided that she would play her guitar and brush up on her skills. Playing music did always help to calm her down. She went to her room where her acoustic and electric guitars were. As she passed by her bed to grab her acoustic, she saw the custom red and black jacket on her bed. She remembered how Roxanne just put over her shoulders at some random point in the night, saying it was gonna get chilly later so she should probably wear it when they leave. Chica did not mind it at all. Besides, once she got home the weight of the jacket and the scent of lavender, with small wafts of motor oil, had put her straight to sleep along with all the alcohol in her system. She decided it wouldn’t hurt to wear it a bit more before having to give it back, so she grabbed the jacket and slipped it on. I mean, it does feel a bit chillier in my apartment now. She grabbed her guitar and headed back to her living room. She had barely finished tuning the guitar when her food got there and she began to eat it.

She then played different songs on her guitar and spent the rest of her evening doing that. She eventually got a text from Roxy saying which café they should meet at and asked Chica for a good time. After agreeing on the time Chica thought she might as well pick an outfit for her date friend date. 

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Chica sat at a table in the café, waiting. She had only been there for a few minutes, waiting for Roxanne to show up. She waited about fifteen minutes after their agreed meeting time when she finally saw Roxy rush into the café. She watched as the tall woman looked over heads before locking eyes with her and making a beeline.

“Hey!” Chica said as she got closer to the table she chose.

“Hi. Sorry if I kept you waiting. I worked out this morning and I didn’t want to come smelling like sweat or looking like I came straight from the gym.” And straight from the gym was definitely not her look. Her hair was done nice, green streak prominent as ever at the front, her makeup sharp and bold. She took off the leather jacket she had on to show the gray tank top beneath, paired with some black jeans held up by a studded belt and boots. How does she look so hot this effortlessly? And those muscles! What I would’ve given to be at that workout.

“No worries, I was here for a bit, and that time was well used on that outfit. You look great!” That made Roxy smirk and cheeks darken. “Oh uh, I also brought your jacket, sorry for wearing it, it was starting to get chilly in here.” She wore it the entire time, even planned her outfit to it. “I can take it off if you want…” she said, trailing off, hoping she could wear it a little longer.

“Nah the jacket looks great on you. That skirt with the Van Halen shirt along with the jacket, makes it seem like you’re some biker’s girlfriend.” She said, smiling without registering what she said. Exactly what I was going for. Chica watched as her eyes widened then watched as she tried clearing her throat. “Or um uh you could be the biker, maybe, with that outfit,” she looks everywhere but Chica. “Yeah, ahem, uh yeah, definitely you as the biker or a rockstar or something. Um anyways you know what you’d like to order?”

Chica just smiled at the girl and made an attempt at flirting, “Are you offering to pay for me? Cause I have quite the appetite~”

“I mean, yeah. I did say this was part apology for my behavior so it’d be rude to make you pay,” completely oblivious to Chica. Maybe she’s just dense. Or I’m just so bad at flirting now. “So what ya feeling? And don’t worry about cost or how much you wanna order or anything, I have us covered.”

“Um ok then, I would like a club sandwich, blueberry muffin and a vanilla mocha then please.”

Roxy stood up and winked, “You got it,” before heading to the counter. Chica sat there and watched the girl order for them and wondered more about the type of interest Roxanne may have in her. She could not tell but at least she would be able to get to know her better over this little meeting.

Roxanne returned with the drinks for herself and Chica, “Hey so they said they’ll bring the muffin with the rest of order, you fine with that?”

“Yeah I don’t mind waiting for it.”

“Alright cool. So, um, Van Halen huh? You like them?”

That made Chica light up, “absolutely love them! So many fun songs from them and not to mention so many good guitar riffs! Love to listen to them.”

“Yeah, they’re a pretty fun band. I love the keyboard part from Jump .”

“They have so many good songs and I can actually play quite a few of them on guitar. Like the riff for Eruption, I can do the whole thing clean on Cupcake. Cupcake is my electric guitar by the way.”

That seemed to get Roxy’s attention, and she leaned forward with an impressed smile on her face. “Wait, you can play guitar?” Chica nodded. “ Mierda. You’re fucking cool aren’t ya.”

That makes Chica smile with pride and turn red just a bit. “I would definitely hope so! I used to be lead guitar of the Glamrock Animatronics! I would hope that I’m still cool even if it's been a few years since we played together.”

Chica had thought that she saw Roxy freeze slightly at the mention of the Glamrock Animatronics, but it had lasted only a second and before either of them could say anything, someone had brought the food they ordered to the table. They both began to eat a bit at what they ordered before the conversation started up again.

“I’ll be honest, I’m sorry for not recognizing you as a member of that group sooner.”

“Oh no, it's fine. Most people don’t recognize me nowadays anyways,” Chica says with a sad smile. Roxy frowns at that.

“I don’t know what those other idiots excuses are but from what I heard from you guys, you were awesome. I loved your music but I’ll admit, I wasn’t a huge fan,” Roxy says with a teasing smile leaking onto her features. “I mean I play keyboard and you guys never had one so I guess you guys just weren’t my favs, y’know.”

Chica caught on to the teasing and decided to play along, “Oh so we weren’t your favs just cause we didn’t have a keyboard. Aww aren’t you a poor wittle baby, confined to keys.”

Roxy rolls her eyes, “oh, honey, when you see these fingers fly across a keyboard you know you’ll like 'em.” She ends it with a smirk before breaking eye contact and looking away from Chica, whos face was lit up. “But um who, uh, who taught you to play?” she rushes out.

Chica does her best to shake off the blush and instead hides behind her cup before answering. “Well my dad actually taught me to play. He said he used to play lots of Japanese love songs to my mom while they were both still learning english. He eventually taught guitar to me and my mom taught me how to dance.”

“Oh so you can also dance? What kinds of styles?” Roxy asked, showing her curiosity on her face.

“Oh, so many different styles. I especially love hip hop and traditional Italian dances. I wouldn’t mind getting better at salsa, though.” Chica then thought for a second before playing nonchalance, “I also think I’m quite good at pole dancing.”

She watched as Roxy shot out a hand for her smoothie and watched as it was now her turn to hide behind her cup. “Your uh, you must have amazing core strength then,” Roxy squeaks out.

“Yup,” Chica says, faking innocence. “Great core and amazing legs.”

“So you mentioned Japanese right? That your dad is Japanese?” Roxy asks, obviously trying to change the subject while pushing down a slight blush. Maybe I’m being a bit too much.

“Yeah. My dad is Japanese and my mom is Italian. They both met here in America at college apparently and both spoke the minimum of English but they still fell in love and eventually had me.”

“Aww ain't that adorable. So are you able to speak to them in their first languages?”

“ Ohayō gozaimasu, utsukushii . Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno ”

Roxy let out a low wolf whistle and a smirk. “And I thought I was so great being bilingual!”

“Oh but you are amazing. Your Spanish is so alluring. You sometimes would switch into it last night and you never seemed to stutter while speaking even though you were definitely drunk. It was all so fluent and beautiful.”

The mechanic blushes. “Thanks.”

“Of course. But enough about my family, what about yours? I mean this outing is for both of us to get to know each other more, right?”

“Um yeah. My father is Mexican and my mom was from Puerto Rico. They met at some kind of music festival that my dad was playing in. They fell in love and moved here to the States. Had me and my brother. My mom passed away when I was younger and my brother and I don’t really talk anymore…” She said, slowly growing sadder before letting out a sigh. “Least my old man is still around. He’s the one that runs the shop. Taught me everything I know in mechanics and a bit in Spanish guitar. He was also the one to sign me up for piano when I was younger since he saw my interest in it.”

Chica frowned, “I’m so sorry about all that. Your dad sounds like a good man.”

That makes Roxy smile a bit, “he is. But enough with this bummer topic. You have all these skills and yet you’re still here going to community college, why if you don’t mind me asking."

“Oh not at all. It was just after everyone from the band went their separate ways, let's just say stuff got crazy for me,” she said remembering all the medical treatments she paid for for her dad and the stress she felt from that and practically losing her friends. She remembered picking up binge eating, smoking and a unhealthy stint of mild alcoholism during that low of her life. “Eventually I decided to get myself together and go to school, grab a few classes with the leftover money I had from all the crazy and save up to open my own dance studio. So here I am, trying my best to do that with my job at a family friend’s Italian restaurant. It's,” she lets out a sigh, “it's been rough, I won’t lie, but I’m proud of myself for doing it!”

“Wow! You’re quite the ambitious girl,” Roxanne looks at her impressed. “My main goals are just to win races and to perform in front of many crowds, hear them call my name. So far all I get for my music is comments and likes on social media, but I wanna feel that on stage. I guess you already know what that feels like, yeah?”

Chica only nodded then began to respond, “performing in front of hundreds if not thousands of people is still an ambitious goal, don't sell yourself short. I think you can do it. You definitely got that rockstar energy.”

Roxy shows that toothy grin to her, “thanks, that means a lot coming from someone like you.”

Just as Chica is about to say something, she’s interrupted by I’m Still Standing by Elton John playing from her phone. “Oh that's Freddy calling. Let me put my phone on silent, sorry.” Chica puts it on vibrate and checks the time before putting it back in her back. She would need to head to work soon.

“Do you put custom ringtones for everyone on your contacts?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I choose a song usually of what that person reminds me of and put that as their ringtone.”

“What's mine?”

“Huh?”

“What's mine?” Roxy asks again, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.

“Umm,” I can’t tell her its ‘I wanna be your slave’, I have no clue how she would respond. “Well, I’ll be honest, I’m kinda between She-Wolf by Shakira and Hungry like the wolf by Duran Duran. Unless you have any suggestions for your song.”

“Hmm, those your only options?”

Chica smirks, maybe I’ll mess with her a bit, “well I suppose I could use Roxanne by Arizona Zervas.”

“Oh come on, not even The Police version? Go back to Duran Duran,” she exaggerates, a playful grin on her face.

Chica sticks out her tongue, “fine, how bout Tokyo Drift, since you race.” She changed it to that, she would change it back later anyways.

“Mmm, yeah I can work with that for now. I do hope you pick a good one for me though,” she says with a wink.

“We’ll keep it as a placeholder for now. The more I get to know you, the more accurate or dorky it will get. But I’m going to need to get going soon, I have to go to work.”

“Um, I could take you. You still don’t have your own ride and I’d feel bad having you take the bus after this. So?”

Chica had honestly been wanting to ride on the back of that bike since the moment she had the jacket placed on her. She was not going to turn this down. “Sure! Lead the way!”

“Cool! C’mon let's go then,” Roxy said, picking her helmet up off the ground and leading the way out of the café. Once they got outside, she led them to a streetbike. “This is my Mangle, she’s a Triumph Street Triple that I fixed up a while ago to use for track racing.”

“Ooh it looks good.” She then started to take the racing jacket off.

“Um, what are you doing?” Roxy asked.

“Giving you your jacket back?” Chica said, confused as to why Roxy was looking at her strangely. “I figured I would give it back to you and I get the leather instead.”

That made Roxanne frown. “No, we are not doing that.” She reached for the sagging jacket on Chica’s arms and pulled it back over her shoulder and zipped it up. “I’m gonna guess you haven’t been on a bike before,” Chica shook her head. “Alright then you definitely get to keep the armored jacket on, no exceptions. And you’ll get my racing helmet, I can wear my shades to keep wind from my eyes. No arguing. Also be sure to hold on tight, alright? I wanna feel that pressure from you the whole ride, I don’t need you flying off.” She finishes off with a smirk.

Chica puts on the helmet as Roxy sits on the bike. She then leans and pats on the seat behind her, shooting Chica a crooked smile. Chica was so glad that the helmet covered her entire face. Then once she got on her seat behind Roxy, she felt the engine turn on and her arms immediately circled the biker’s abdomen. Oh wow, rock solid. She was extremely happy this helmet covered her face.

“You ready?” She could barely hear over the engine rumbling but still nodded. “Alright then, hold on tight and let's go!”

They drove through the streets to the restaurant Chica worked at. She was really enjoying the ride and hoped for more of them in the future, it felt nice having her arms around Roxy, almost like they belonged there. She wants to be friends though, remember. That put a slight damper on her thoughts but she ignored it to enjoy the present. At least she could imagine.

They soon arrived at the restaurant and Chica got off of the bike after Roxy had turned it off to help her.

“Hey so um two things I thought of while driving over here,” Roxanne started. Maybe this could actually be towards a relationship, Chica thought hopefully. “Were you the one teaching Monty all those phrases in Japanese?” What. “I was wondering where he was learning them all from.” Chica could only nod. It also reminded her that she needed to have a chat with Monty soon. “Should’ve known. And numero dos , I was wondering if you'd like me to take you home after your shift, since Monty usually does it, and maybe take you up on that pizza offer from earlier in the week.”

Chica’s heart froze then sped up rapidly. “Uh sure, yeah, we can totally do that. Um and thanks for the ride, I’ll text you when it's towards the end of my shift.”

“Of course, what are friends for? I’ll be sure to be here with a spare helmet for myself later, then I’ll pick up you and the pizza to take us all home,” Roxy says with a smile, starting up her bike. “Keep the jacket till then, yeah?”

“Yeah and I'll be sure to have those pizzas piping hot for us when you get here,” Chica says, waving Roxy off. But with every step she makes towards the restaurant she hears friends ring in her head and feels a small part of her heart break at that word when she enters for her shift. It was a friend date afterall.

Chapter Text

Roxanne’s heart was pounding after dropping Chica off. The moment Chica had removed her arms from around her waist and got off the bike, Roxanne had missed them. It was only one ride and she already missed the steady weight behind her. She wouldn’t lie, she also thoroughly enjoyed seeing Chica in her jacket, drunk her made an amazing choice putting that over her shoulders. 

As she drove to the studio to work on a melody with Freddy, she thought about her little meetup with Chica. She loved learning more about her. Roxy was honestly surprised with how much she learnt about the shorter woman. It also surprised her how little she wanted to talk about herself despite being the best. It was like hearing Chica speak made her only want to shut up and listen. It was different to say the least. As she waited at a stoplight, she thought about how Chica played guitar, how she spoke three languages, very beautifully she should add, and how she could dance. Her face began to heat up remembering that she mentioned knowing how to pole dance, which burned an imaginary image in her head that was hard to shake, even now. A car then honked at her, snapping her out of her fantasies and back to the road ahead of her.

Christ, I got it bad. She continued her drive to the studio, thoughts still returning to Chica. Specifically on how Chica used to be part of the Glamrock Animatronics. Which means she knew him. She probably liked him better. Shut up, I’m the best Wolf sibling. That’s not what everyone else thinks. Yes I am, she said I was amazing. It was likely to make you feel good. Well if that’s the case, then maybe I choose to believe her.

Roxy ignored the voice after that. She was the best, she knew she was. Her new friend had said she was amazing and a total rockstar. Maybe I could ask Freddy about Chica, they still seem to be in contact with one another. He probably knows what she likes to eat, I wouldn’t mind taking her somewhere again. As friends. As friends. You were getting a bit flirty in there, don’t you think? Friends can flirt with each other. If they’ve known each other for a bit, sure. But you barely know anything about her. That’s why I want to hang out with her again, asshole. Besides, I’m great company to have, unlike you, you annoying puta. Her mind quieted for a bit as she pulled into the parking garage of the recording studio. She parked and headed to the elevator to head up.

Once she stepped in, her thoughts returned to the blue eyed girl that’s been running through her mind. She wondered what it would have been like to work on music with her at the music studio. The two of them in her small studio room, playing notes together, writing lyrics, maybe sitting on the couch together trading jokes, maybe the two of them leaning in and–

No. Stop it imagination. We are friends. For now. Hopefully, we can work up to more. But those moments would probably be constantly interrupted no thanks to the Fazbears being notorious for walking in as they please. The thought of Freddy walking in would be embarrassing but Gregory walking in, that would be mortifying if he were to walk in on an intimate moment. Wait a minute, that little shit knows Chica, too. And he put two and two together quicker than his dad did. Maybe I should go to him for information. She then thought better of it due to the amount of teasing material it would give the kid and the fact that he liked to operate off of deals when it came to her.

She unlocked her studio room– wait, I have a lock! I could just use this against them– and dropped off her helmet and bag there. She closed the door then head to the meeting room she had agreed to meet with Freddy and Vanessa at. When she got there, only Vanessa was there, scrolling boredly on her phone. Her eyes flicked up when she saw Roxy standing in the doorway.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you the only one here?”

Vanessa sighed, “Yeah. Freddy texted me that he was going to be late. Apparently Greg stirred up some trouble at his daycare, so they called Freddy to come pick him up.”

That made Roxy let out a sharp laugh, “I told you that brat was a little troublemaker!”

Vanessa rolled her eyes, “Oh, trust me, I know. Freddy’s the one that doesn’t fully see, I think he’s coming around to it though. You can only talk your son’s daycare out of banning him so many times afterall,” she ends with a light smile and shrug. “Now come over here, I have some other stuff I needed to discuss with you anyways while we wait.”

Roxanne walked over to the table and took a seat across from Vanessa. “ Bueno , hit me?”

“Alright, it's about your debut with the company.” This made the air of confidence around Roxy go still. “Don’t worry, it’s not bad.” That made Roxy relax a bit. “I hope. Honestly, it depends on your answer.”

This made her face scrunch up a bit in frustration, “Well, what about my debut is the issue?”

“Well they’re thinking about moving your first EP release date up.” That wasn’t what Roxy was expecting to hear. Her surprise must have shown on her face since Vanessa began to speak again. “Are you unaware of your social media presence right now?”

Now Roxy has kept a very active social media presence. Before she had been accepted by the company, it was her posting about when she would drop new music or covers on her youtube, days that she would be racing and the occasional thirst trap that she wasn’t afraid to post. A lot of people would go wild for each post but lately, she knew her presence was becoming rarer. She wasn’t posting as many musical teasers as she did before. The racing posts and thirst traps though were still going strong. But she did know that her posting patterns should have included a song teaser by now.

“I am still relatively active on it.”

“Yes,” Vanessa explains, “then you should know that your fans are craving for you to drop some new music. So the company thinks it would be best for you to release your first EP sooner than later, take advantage of the ravenousness of your fans, y’know.”

“What about the collab with Freddy? Wasn’t that supposed to be for the first EP?”

“We can move it to the second EP,” Vanessa says in nonchalance. “Besides, I kinda figured you would want your first EP to be all you anyways.” Roxanne did nod her head at that. “So with that, do you have songs prepped and ready for your first EP?”

Roxanne was ecstatic. “Of course I do, I have about 7 approved songs. We just need to record them in a booth, choose the four best ones and put them on this EP, the others can go on my second. When are they thinking of releasing it?”

“They’re hoping in three weeks. They want you to start teasing on your personal media about it, then we’ll post about it. We also want to get you a couple of interviews, maybe a photoshoot and a music video. So we should hit the recording booth A-S-A-P to get those final songs. But, today will still be used as a designated work day with Freddy as soon as he gets here. I hope you’re excited to finally be releasing something like this.”

Excited was honestly an understatement. This Sunday had been a dream for her in all honesty. Right before she could answer about how it will be the greatest EP to be released, Freddy and Gregory entered the room.

“Apologies for arriving late Vanessa, Roxy. Gregory had trouble at the daycare again.”

“I told Mx. Sun that I don’t need a nap. I’m ten! I don’t need to nap.”

“Jeez, kid. Can you try to not give that person a headache. Eventually that ban is truly gonna be permanent,” Roxy jokes at Gregory. He stuck his tongue out at her in response.

“Gregory, don’t do that, its rude.” Freddy scolded.

“She started it, she’s annoying!”

“Yeah but you take the cake, brat. One needs the patience of a saint to deal with you. Poor Mx. Sun, how old are they? I'm worried you’ll give them cardiac arrest or somethin’.”

“They’re 22.”

“That poor person has their whole life ahead of them still! You are definitely shaving those years off.”

“Then how do you last being around me? Is it because you’re just as insummerable as me.”

“First, it's insufferable Gregory and second, can the two of you shut up,” Vanessa groans. “You two are starting to give me a headache.”

“I shall keep an eye on them, Vanessa. You two, stop arguing.” Freddy says in a stern voice.

“Fine, Dad,” Gregory drawls out.

“Whatever you say, Papa Bear.” Roxy rolls her eyes and kicks her legs up.

“Great.” Vanessa says flatly. “I’ll go let the CEO and media teams know about your EP then Roxanne. I’ll send you the schedule for everything once it is finalized. For now, you two work on what you want for your song.”

She left the room and they began to get to business. They discussed what the song should be about and how they would divide up verses and chorus. They agreed on doing a layered chorus where they both would sing different lyrics to the same melody. Just as they were about to brainstorm the lyrics, Gregory spoke up.

“I’m bored!”

“Not my problem, don't care, didn't ask,” Roxy said flatly.

“What would you like to do, superstar?” Freddy asked patiently.

He paused and thought for a second. “I want to play a video game.”

“I suppose you could use my phone to play one of my apps.”

Gregory made a face, “Nah, you have old man games, I don't want to play those.”

That made Roxy release a snort.

That made Gregory turn to look at her, “did you bring your switch?”

Roxy shot a glare at him, “no, last time you came to my room and took it out of my bag, you left it all grubby with your oily little kid fingers,” she hissed out.

“I promise to keep it clean,” he begged with puppy dog eyes. They never worked on her. Then she saw Freddy begging from behind him and she caved.

“Fine,” she growled, “come on, let's go get it.”

They both left the room and headed to her small studio.

“What do you think of my Aunt?” The kid asked.

I knew this would happen. “So Chica’s your aunt?”

“Yup, now answer.”

Roxanne chuckled. “She’s amazing. I want to know more about her, but you seem to be protective of her, why’s that?” She asked amused as she unlocked her door.

He turned a bit bashful. “She’s kinda the only other family me and dad have. She’s super nice and as much fun as you are, I don’t want you hurting her.”

That made Roxy smile softly. Even the brat likes her. “Well no need to worry about that, kid. Me and her are becoming good friends.” She pulled out her switch from her back and handed it to him. They left the room and locked the door.

He looked skeptical at the friend part but shrugged it with a “hmm”. He turned on the switch and began playing while Roxy guided them back to the meeting room.

Roxy and Freddy then got into making their two choruses. They worked off each other and looked for the best way to layer them. They used audio and pianos on their phones to help them as much as possible, eventually coming to something that sounded good to the both of them. That's when Roxy received a text from Chica saying that her shift ends in an hour but she was going to clean up a bit after she cooked their pizzas.

“Alright boys, I'm gonna to leave in a few. I have something I need to take care of in a bit.”

“Well then I would say our progress today was a success. Gregory, if you would not mind getting us all Fizzy Faz from the machine down the hall so we can cheers the end of today’s writing session.”

“Sure dad,” Gregory said, turning off the switch. He got up and grabbed the money from his dad before leaving to get the drinks.

Freddy smiled then turned to Roxanne. “Thank you for letting him use your switch. I appreciate how much you care about him even though you act like you don't.” That made Roxy blush.

“Shut up, big man.”

Freddy let out a hearty laugh. “I also want to say that if you ever need anything you can always talk with me. I know we haven’t known one another long and we had our differences in the past but I see you as my friend. And my favorite coworker. I cannot wait for the final product of our song, I just know it will be a hit!”

She smiled at him. “Thanks Freddy. We’ll kick some ass with that song. I also wanted to ask, do you know Chica?”

“Chica from my old band? Of course, I do, she is one of my best friend’s afterall. Why if I can ask?”

“Oh well, her and I met recently and are starting to get to know each other more and become friends. And I wanted to ask what kinds of places she likes for lunch, I wanna take her to one as a surprise soon.”

“Oh you must be the Roxanne Wolf she spoke about. I should have put it together sooner, honestly, but of course I can help you. She’s a fan of most places, if not all of them. She is quite the foodie. Her favorite foods are pizza and sushi, but she is willing to eat from anywhere, even if it is not the best quality. So I would say take her to a place with a good, fun atmosphere.”

“You think she’d like a Mexican food place?”

“She probably would love it, she’s a huge fan of tacos and I believe she hasn’t had the chance to eat one recently so I say go for it!”

“Awesome, thanks, Papa Bear.”

“Oh no need to thank me. I hope you can help to get her distracted from being a workaholic, she does need that companionship from someone other than me, so good luck on your relationship with her. I’m rooting for you!” He said joyfully.

“Thanks Freddy but actually we–” Roxy began.

At that moment, Gregory returned, sodas in hand and gave them out to the two adults, keeping one for himself. They cheered, mostly for Freddy’s sake, and drank it. The Fazbears and Roxanne then went their separate ways. Roxanne stopped by her room to pick up her helmet and bag, putting the switch back into it. She then made her way to the parking lot after locking her studio door. She then drove to her apartment to grab a spare helmet for herself when she picked up Chica. She also put on a side saddle accessory in order to carry the spare helmet in.

She drove to the restaurant and waited outside. She sent a text to Chica letting her know that she was waiting. Chica then came out the door with two personal pizza boxes for the two of them, still wearing Roxy’s jacket. She had a wide smile on her face until she looked at the bike.

“Umm Roxanne?”

“Yeah?”

“How are we going to take these home?”

Roxy then looked at her bike and realized that there would not be enough space for the pizza to fit them without getting squished. Maybe you should have thought of that, pendeja. Shut up. “ Pinche idiota, I’m so stupid. I’m sorry for making you make these when we can’t even take them home on my bike.” She began to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Chica set the boxes down and grabbed Roxy’s hand. “Hey, no, you are not dumb. Just a little ambitious, alright? Besides, it's nice out tonight so we can just eat it right here on the curb together, chat, watch the stars then you can take me home, how does that sound?”

Like the most amazing thing ever. Like I could sit here with you forever. Like I would not mind this becoming a date. “Sure, that sounds great.”

They sat there, eating and trading stories with one another. They showed each other videos on their phones. Roxanne even got a picture of Chica happily eating a piece of pizza while staring up at the sky, her jacket snug around her shoulders. She set it as Chica’s phone contact picture later. Eventually, she took Chica home.

“It was great getting to know you today Roxy, I hope we can do more.”

“Yeah I was hoping we could grab lunch tomorrow, I need to head in the direction of your work anyways and since your car isn’t fixed I figured I would offer you a ride.”

“Yeah that would be great, I’ll text you when I’m out of my morning classes. Does that mean I keep your jacket then?”

“Sure. And I had so much fun with you today.” The thought of kissing Chica filtered through her mind briefly and she almost acted on it. This was all platonic, remember that. “I hope we can continue becoming better friends.” It felt like a stab in her heart to say that.

It seemed that Chica had tensed up at the words. “Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye. I do need to catch some sleep even though I would love to keep talking to you.” Roxy probably imagined it, trying to give meaning to things that weren’t there.

Roxy nodded to the sentiment, “alright, I’ll leave you then. Buenas noches and see you tomorrow.”

“ Buonanotte .” The door gently shut and Roxanne went to where her bike was parked, getting on it then riding home. And even though it was all efforts being made into friends, she enjoyed all the time she spent with Chica and hoped for more of it to come.

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Chica woke up that Monday morning with vigor. The previous day was fresh on her mind. From the cafe in the morning to the meal with Roxanne under the stars. It was all she could think about. And the fact that she was going to get lunch and another ride with Roxy, she wasn’t fully sure that she actually woke up. Her mind was on autopilot, she did her morning stretches, drank her coffee, brushed her cheeks and started her workout. It wasn’t till her stomach grumbled that she was pulled back into reality.

As she made her breakfast in her small kitchen, she could see the jacket laying on her small couch. It made her smile. The way that Roxy was so adamant on her wearing it while they rode anywhere warmed her heart. Her arms wrapped around the taller girl's waist always felt wonderful. She wondered if she could break something else in her car after she got it fixed just so she could continue getting rides from Roxanne.

She stopped that train of thought. She knew that that would not happen soon, but she was hopeful. Something was there between her and Roxanne, she could feel it, but maybe they did need to be friends to get there. She wished not, she felt like they could be together already but something held her back from being bold. She shook the thought and ate her breakfast, she had class soon anyways.

~~~~~~~~~

She didn’t even have the chance to pull out her laptop on her desk when Baby slid up next to her.

“I see you got the jacket on from that girl,” Baby wiggled her eyebrows at Chica, making her roll her eyes. “I’m guessing you went home with her then. Good for you, I’m so proud of you.”

“Actually I didn’t. I drove you and Ballora home actually. You were completely wasted and Ballora was knocked out after you guys sang your duet. It was honestly hilarious.”

“Wait then how’d you get home? Please don’t tell me you walked home,” Baby asked concerned.

“Of course not. I called Monty to get me after he dropped off his friends. He picked me up and took me home.”

Baby let out a sigh of relief. “So if you didn’t go home with her, why do you have her jacket? I remember it, besides it literally says her name on the back. You guys dating?”

That made Chica clench her jaw. “No.” She let out short and annoyed. Even though she wishes it were a yes.

“Really? Coulda fooled me. I remember you two singing a duet together, there was definitely chemistry there.” She nudges her elbow into Chica’s shoulder. Chica only rolls her eyes in response to hide the actual joy she felt hearing that. “Hey, why don’t you perform anymore? I know you told me not to ask when we first met but your voice is still killer like when you were in the band!”

That made Chica freeze. Singing with Roxy really was the last time she performed in front of people. She would be honest, she would not have sang if she didn’t have a few drinks in her. She originally went to watch drunk people fail at singing anyways but then Roxanne had looked at her with those golden eyes of hers and begged to sing something with Chica and she caved. But performing solo, she didn’t think that she could do it. A fear ate at her from the inside at the thought of being on stage alone again.

“Yoohoo, anyone there?” She snapped back into reality to see Baby waving a hand in front of her face. The professor then walked into the class.

“We can talk later.” Chica said, organizing herself to take notes.

~~~~~~~~~

Her classes ended and when she walked to the parking lot, there she saw Roxanne, leaning against her bike. She looked relaxed as ever in her loose t-shirt, jeans, leather jacket and boots, staring at her phone behind a pair of sunglasses. Chica watched a small group of people approach her, all of them giving their attention to the girl. Some of them began to pull out papers along with pens, the others pulled out their phones. It was very obvious that they all wanted her attention, especially one of the girls who even Chica could tell was trying to flirt. 

Roxy ignored her. She most likely is just oblivious to flirting then. I’m going to have to try harder. Roxy then took the papers from people and signed them and took selfies with the ones that pulled out their phones. From this distance, Chica could tell that she was definitely bragging, about what though, she did not know. Roxy kept talking to them with a cockiness that Chica hadn’t seen before and seemed to come natural to the biker.

As Chica got closer, Roxanne finally noticed her coming. Her whole demeanor changed just slightly, almost like a puppy seeing its owner come home from work. She rushed the goodbyes with the group that approached her, and shooed them off with bravado. Once Chica got to the bike, Roxy already had her spare helmet on, holding her full coverage racing helmet for Chica.

“Hi,” she smiles.

“Hey,” Chica smiles back.

“Well come on,” Roxy says with glee. “We got a lunch to get to, hope you like Mexican!”

Under the helmet, Chica looked Roxy up and down and licked her lips. “I sure do!”

“Great! I know a great place,” Roxy said, oblivious to the true thoughts in Chica’s mind. “Oh, also I know you have your bag so you can put your more valuable stuff in my armored backpack, which you're gonna have to wear by the way, sorry. But, the other stuff can then be put in the saddle bag, that sound good to you?” Chica hummed an affirmation in response.

They then got to transferring Chica’s laptop and a few other things into Roxy’s backpack, which she then put on. The other stuff went into the saddle bag, like she said. Chica then wrapped her arms around Roxy’s waist, becoming second nature to her. She held on tighter than she usually would, pushing herself flush to Roxy’s back. She didn’t need to but she wanted to do it.

They soon arrived outside of El Chip’s and parked the bike. Both of them got off and headed inside where it wasn’t too busy. They watched a bit of the bustle before one of the workers saw them and told them to take a seat anywhere they’d like. Roxy let Chica choose for them and leaned into the server's ear, telling her something. They soon both sat down and began to look at the menu.

“Is that my niece?” came a cheerful voice, standing above their table. “My Lupita!” shouts the man, pulling Roxy into a hug. Chica watches in surprise and confusion.

“Chica,” Roxy says in the awkward hug, “meet my Tio Chip. Tio meet Chica.” He releases her from the hug and sticks out a hand for Chica to shake, a large smile on his face.

“Nice to meet you! ¿Hablas español, Chica?” He asks, starting to settle down.

“Uh not really, sorry.”

“Ah no worries,” he shrugs. He begins to nudge Roxy, “this one can interpret for you anyways.” Roxy lets a half smile grace her face along with an eye roll at her uncle. He then turns to her and begins to speak to her. “ ¿Es tu novia?”

Chica watches Roxanne's face darken, “ No, no es mi novia, es mi amiga. Nosotras no vinimos a chismear, pero a comer.”

Chip let out a low chuckle then turned to Chica, “A handful this one. Anyways Chica what would you like to eat? She can cover it,” he says nodding towards Roxy.

“Such a handful,” she playfully agrees, making Roxy open her mouth in mock offense. “But I can’t have her paying again, she paid the last time we went out.”

“But you made those pizzas for us last night, I insist, I'll buy.” Roxy tells Chica.

“‘ No es mi novia’, mi culo,” Chip says. “I’m joking, it's on the house, I haven't seen my niece for a bit so order to your heart’s content. I’ll give you some time to look over the menu.” He walks off towards the kitchen, a light smile on his face.

“He’s nice, so what do you recommend?”

Roxy lights up and lists stuff off the menu. “Oh Tio makes these amazing taquitos that I loved when I was younger. There’s also the enchiladas con rojo and the tacos de lengua. Personally, I'm going to get the flautas. The tortas are also really good, if you get one of those, I'd say go for barbacoa. Its my favorite.”

Chica smiled at her. “Those all sound great. I’ll probably get the enchiladas then.”

They ordered and waited for the food, talking to one another. Chica shared about her classes that day. Roxy shared about times helping at the restaurant and how she was banned from the back for being a bad cook.

As Roxy shared that story, Chip came out with the food and some extra plates. “Are you talking about the time you started a grease fire?” That made Chica laugh and Roxy flush in embarrassment.

“No I wasn't talking about that one,” she groaned, taking a drink to hide her face.

“Now I have to hear about it!” Chica exclaimed.

“No you don’t.”

“This is why you’re so thin, Lupita. You can’t cook and since you moved out, your padre doesn’t cook for you. How do you survive?” Chip joked with Roxy. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, shaking her.

Chica giggles when she sees Roxy mouth, “coming here was a mistake,” to her while being shook. Chica mouthed, “you love it,” back.

“Ay Tio, leave us alone. Go to the back again. And take this food with you.” Roxy whined.

“No it's for you two, heard you making suggestions and thought I might as well make them for you two so eat up,” he said before leaving to the kitchen again.

Chica was a little nervous to eat more even though she was still hungry. She didn’t want Roxy to judge her for how much she ate. She didn’t want to deter Roxy with her habits, afraid of what she would think.

“I hope you’re hungrier than I am,” Roxy groaned looking at the food.

“You don’t mind me eating it?”

“Not at all,” Roxy says with a relaxed smile on her face. “I happen to know Freddy and he told me you’re a bit of a foodie so I’m pretty sure you can eat way more than me. So please eat as much as possible.”

It was something small, but to Chica it meant the world. No judgment, it was nice.

They finished the rest of lunch before it was time for Chica to head to her shift. She wanted to be there on time to speak to a certain coworker before they got too busy. They both said bye to Chip once they were finished then left the restaurant so Roxy could take Chica to work. Chica wrapped her arms snuggly around the other girls waist like before, leaning onto her. She was going to miss this, her car would be fixed soon, so there would be no excuse to really get a ride from the other girl after that. The thought made her sad.

Soon they were in the parking lot of the restaurant. Roxanne helped her off and they took Chica’s stuff out of the armored backpack and put it back into Chica’s bag. Chica then remembered that she was still wearing Roxy’s custom jacket and this would probably be the best time to give it back. She then begins to remove it, while Roxy reorganizes her back.

“Um hey,” Chica says, catching Roxanne’s attention. “You should probably take this back,” she says, handing it back to Roxy who had a confused look on her face, as if she forgot that the jacket was ever hers at all. She grabbed it gently from Chica’s hands then.

“Oh um thanks.” She looks at it for a second before her face hardens slightly at it. “I know that Monty will probably take you home after your guys’ shift but if you ever need a ride, you can always call me.” She then placed her backpack down and fumbled while taking off her leather jacket. “And um I know that Monty will give you a ride, but I, uh, it's going to be cold later, and since I’m getting my jacket back it's only fair to trade, right?” she said, holding it out for Chica to grab. Chica reached out and grabbed it from Roxy, internally over the moon at getting another jacket. One that would be easier to match to as well since it was all black.

“Thanks Roxy, and I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer. And you can also text me whenever you want, so we can talk later.” Chica then began to walk towards the restaurant. “Bye!” And she disappeared behind the door and watched Roxy race off. She hugged the leather jacket to her chest, this one with a fresher smell of lavender and motor oil. Time to find her coworker.

~~~~~~~~~

She had arrived early for her shift and now was only waiting for Monty to join her. She wasn’t upset but had wished they warned her about Roxy being there, or told Roxy that it was going to be her joining them.

“Ciao Chickadee!” A deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ciao Montgomery.”

“And you are mad at me. What I do?” He asked, while prepping their work station for the meals that would soon be made.

“I’m pretty sure you already know, Gator.”

“Oh c’mon, last name, seriously? Alright. Fine. I thought you woulda been happy to see her and I did genuinely mean it when I said ya need to let loose every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I was happy but a little warning would have been nice, Gummy.” She was now pulling out dough that she made the previous day so it could warm to room temperature before customers came.

“Well, I don’t really see the harm from not telling ya, the two of you got really cozy with one anotha at the bar,” he says, tilting their sunglasses down at her.

Her face lights up, “Yeah, well, a warning still would have been nice. She made me curse for the first time in a while with that first song.” Chica then realizes what she just admitted to when she hears a pot fall from his hand.

“No way,” he says in absolute glee and bewilderment. “No. Fucking. Way! She made you curse! Oh my god, ya got it bad. What’d ya say, c’mon, I gotta know now.”

Her face was completely red now, “I never said it out loud, only in my mind. So it doesn’t count.”

“Don’t care, it counts. She made ya curse mentally. Now come on what was it?” They came closer to her, almost getting in her face with how he was leaning down to look her directly in the eye. The look on their face was like the one of a child being told they could have dessert before dinner. She couldn’t help and caved.

“Fine, I said,” her voice lowered, almost to a whisper, “fuck.”

He then shot up to his full towering height, absolute joy on his face, “Fuck yeah!”

“This doesn’t seem like cooking,” their boss says, while passing through the kitchen.

“Sorry!” They both shout back, both of them going back to their prep work.

“Oh man, that’s priceless. Alright but how’d the weekend go for the two of you, I know you both went on a date yesterday.”

That made Chica pause. “Well, um, it wasn’t really a date,” she said, not looking towards the man, voice getting quieter through the sentence.

“Huh, what was that? Needa speak up, Chica. Or was it too personal to share,” she could hear the suggestion in his voice.

I wish. “What I said was,” she starts, looking at them now, “was that it wasn’t really a date, it was a chance for us to get to know one another better and to become friends. It was also, like, some kind of apology from her for her behavior the previous night, even though she was super respectful to me.”

Their face dropped into confusion. “What?” was all he said, flatly.

“Yeah, look it isn’t really a big deal. We ate brunch and dinner together yesterday and lunch today. It’s nice getting to spend time with her still, even if it’s just as friends.”

“So the two of you aren’t together?” he says skeptically.

“Nope.”

“And you're fine with that even though you really do want to be with her, go on dates with her, sing with her, fuck h–”

“Alright, yes, I get your point. And yes, I’m fine with that,” she said even though she really wasn’t. “For now. If she doesn’t want to be together, I won’t rush her, but I will agree that something is there. And you know me, I'm determined.”

“That is true. Fine, I won't push it. But I won’t lie, I think both of ya are being stupid, but that's just my thoughts on this.”

She rolled her eyes, “alright, but we should seriously start cooking now.”

“Yeah, so am I taking ya home or…?”

“Yes, please if you don’t mind.” They both got to work after that.

“If you ever wanna know anything about her, just ask, I’m willing to help you two get together.”

“Thanks Gummy.”

Chica then allowed herself to get into the motion of making food. The whole evening she wished that Monty had told the both of them that the other would be there. Maybe things would be different, but she was still happy with the way things were going anyways. Spending time with Roxy was always enjoyable and felt like a safe haven, she could only imagine what it would feel like to actually be with her.

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Roxanne woke up that Tuesday full of energy. She was ready to take the day on and that began with breakfast and despite what her uncle said, she could be at the very least trusted to make a good breakfast. She would admit though that it took Monty many times to teach her how to properly do everything for a simple pancake along with one thrown out frying pan.

Just as she was prepping to make herself something, that's when she remembered that she had planned to workout that morning with Monty. Man, I wanted those pancakes. She sighed and grabbed some fruit from the bowl she kept on her counter and ate it before heading to her room.

She packed up her gym bag, making sure to have everything she needed for when she hit the showers after. She then changed from her sweatpants and tank top that she uses to sleep into a plain dark t-shirt and some worn jeans. She would have to spend most of the day at the shop anyways, so she didn’t feel the need to be dressed up. She also most likely wouldn’t be seeing Chica and honestly, she wanted to look her best for the woman. Speaking of the devil, she then received a message from said girl.

Chica Bonita

Tuesday, 7:07am

lunch today??

sorry, I cant today :/

promised Monts wed eat together today

no its fine^_^

i have been hogging his bestie from them

lol yea

tbf youre much prettier than him

and smarter

makes for better company ig ;P

u r making me blush

but theres no need to be that mean to them

only a little mean ;)

they makes it too easy to be mean to tho

besides I already know hes planning to annoy the hell out of me post workout

he always does

ohhh it cant be that bad

they once refused to put their shirt on after

like some kind of toddler

sounds like him

I should probably go then

Im supposed to spot him rn for our workout and knowing him, he might try to start without me

lol u should probs go then

have a great workout!

can do

maybe you could join us sometime

me? in a gym with you

both og you

i dont think id fit in

youd do great

if you ever do wanna join, just let me know

u got it

bye!^_^

I’ll text ya when Im done with the Gaytor

She put her phone away after closing her messages with Chica. She always puts a smile on Roxy’s face. She put the last few things in her bag and went to her coat rack that had her newly returned custom jacket. Normally she would be upset to not have the jacket for a day, let alone three of them, but here she is, barely getting to wear it again. She then grabbed her helmet and went to her apartment's garage to hop on her bike and head to the gym.

When she arrived, she rushed to the gym’s locker room to change. Once she got out she went over to the weights section of the gym and was unsurprised to see Monty getting ready to lift without her. Idiot. And she rushed over.

Just as he laid on the bench, he saw her approaching and sat up. “Bout time,” he growled out, before flashing her a smirk. “Took ya a while, huh.”

“Yeah, I may have gotten distracted.”

Monty only hummed. “Well since you’re here now, can I start my reps?”

“Sure, go for it, big guy.”

They began to workout, taking turns on the bench and lifting their weights for their reps. Roxy also did her core workouts, she wanted to be in tip top shape for the racing season. It did help her to have more core strength in order to provide better balance on the bike.

They both went through their exercises, little conversation flowing between the two of them. It was strange since Roxy knew Monty never wanted to shut up, but he probably had something on his mind. But to be fair, he was probably saving it for lunch. She was fine with it, she only put on her earbuds and began to listen to her high energy playlist and if there were a few Glamrock Animatronics songs that had lead female vocals added to it, she wouldn’t say.

They both finished their workouts then went to shower and change. When they both step out into the lobby, Monty is fully dressed, even if it may be a sleeveless shirt. Why aren’t they being annoying?

“Ey, I wanna try this sandwich shop down this way,” he finally says.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Roxy asks, trying to hide the fear in her voice but Monty hears through it anyways.

He quirks an eyebrow before lowering his star-shaped sunglasses to stare at her, “What?”

“Lets just go to that sandwich shop,” she starts to rush down the street before Monty gently puts a hand on her shoulder and levels the same look at her. “Ok fine, why you ignoring me, asshole?” she asks again, trying to use aggression to mask her fear. It won’t work. They see your weakness. He’s finally leaving a loser like you. You never deserved-

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to. I just wanted to give ya space to talk about your weekend yourself, didn’t wanna pry, y’know.” His face turned to a pout. “Now it makes sense why you were quiet. Well shit, my bad.”

Roxy sighed out in relief. “Nah, it's fine, just worried me a bit there. Anyways, my weekend was amazing. That girl you invited, Chica, did you do it on purpose?”

They finally pushed their sunglasses back up and let a large toothy grin grace his face. “Possibly. Ya kept talkin about how much ya wanted this girl so I gave ya the opportunity to.” His face briefly flickered to a scowl and he murmured under his breath, “which ya fucked up.”

“What was that?”

“It was funny to watch you get fucked up.” They said, grin plastered once more. “Anyways c’mon, I’m hella hungry.”

They make it to the shop and Roxy goes into more detail about her weekend and lunch with Chica. She also talks about how she got approached by fans when she went to pick Chica up. She spoke about how obvious one persons flirting was and how much it elevated her ego, then asked Monty when was the last time he got hit on.

“Before ya got to the gym,” he smirks.

“Oh shut up.” 

It then reminds her that she needed to start her social media presence up again and how that would include promoting an actual EP being distributed by an actual studio. It also meant telling her best friend, who knew nothing about the studio, about her opportunity. Here goes nothing.

“I got something huge to tell you,” she breathes out nervously.

“Alright, shoot.” He says leaning back in his seat, taking a sip from their glass.

She takes a deep breath to steady herself. “Alright, so you know how I made that one song that got real popular.” He nodded. “Soo, um, it uh, it got-it got noticed.”

Their relaxed position straightened up as he leaned forward in his seat, placing the glass back on the table. He quirked an eyebrow again as a way to say “go on”.

She took another, sturdier breath, regaining her confidence. “Well, it got eyes on me and a manager from Fazbear Enterprises,” this made him lower his glasses, “had said she was interested in what more I could do, especially with such professional equipment. So they signed a contract with me and I’ll be releasing my first EP in three Fridays from now.”

He said nothing for a while. “How long ya known?”

She gulped, “I’ve been signed for a while now.” She looked at them but their glasses were pushed up to cover his eyes again. It sent her into a panic. “I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to upset you. I was worried you’d be pissed that I was signed so soon. Vanessa has been trying to talk to the higher ups into hiring you and your bass, she’s seen your work and thinks you’d be a great addition. I promise you’ll be able to join soon, I’m trying my hardest to get you hired. I just didn’t want you to get angry that I was already signed and releasing my own music already. I know I should have told you sooner, I just–”

“Woah, woah, calm down Rox. I ain’t angry.” He finally got her attention and was now trying to calm her down. “Well maybe a bit, since you only just told me about it. I woulda supported ya no matter what, I’m on your side, remember?”

She nodded sadly, feeling bad for not believing her best friend would be supportive of her musical career. She looked down, in disappointment of herself. “Yeah…”

“Hey, it's alright. So this EP is dropping soon, ya got stuff scheduled to help ya promote it. Wait, is that why ya haven’t posted anything music related on your socials?” She nodded. “Huh, makes sense now. You always loved the attention online,” he says, a playful grin on his face.

She smiles gently in return. “Yeah, I got photoshoots and an interview planned for the release. I’m also working on a collab with your celebrity crush for my second EP,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at him, making them look away to avoid eye contact.

“Alright, alright, enough of that.” They pulled their glasses off and smiled one of his rare genuine smiles, “I’m proud of ya, Rox.”

She smiled shyly before getting over it, not really liking being vulnerable in public. “ Callate , you big softie.” She then glances a look at her phone, seeing a message from Chica. She also looks at the time and knows that it's time for her to go to work. “Alright, time to wrap this lunch up, we got work to get to.”

~~~~~~~~~

She arrived at the shop and said hello to Maple before changing into her coveralls and went into the garage. She headed to the lift that had Chica’s car and saw her dad standing next to it with some boxes.

“Hey Papá.”

“Mija. The parts for this have finally arrived,” he says, gesturing to the boxes. “Y ¿cómo estaba mi hermano?”

“Bien. Fui a comer allí ayer.”

“Si, con tu novia. También dijo que no te alimento lo suficiente. Pendejo,” he says chuckling, not realizing his daughter was flustered.

“Ay Tío. Chica no es mi novia, es mi amiga, Papá,” she tries to explain.

He rolled his eyes and wore a teasing smile. “Sure. Is her name really Chica?”

“Si Papá.”

He lets out a laugh, “ ¿Es ella tu amiga a la que pertenece esta basura?” He asks, gesturing to the car in front of him.

“Ay Papá. Si, esto es de ella. And it's not garbage, just a challenge.”

“Hmph, well, let me meet her sometime then since you're so fond of her. But you should also call her, let her know this is ready to be repaired.”

“Si Papá. ” She looked over at all the parts next to her, ready to be installed into the rust bucket. She then had an idea. “Do you think we have enough for this color to be retouched?” She wondered aloud.

Her father shook his head, “ Ay Roxanna. Go check with Jake. And remember what I said, no gran descuento.” He said, walking off to another part of the shop.

She smiled and headed to Jake, who ran the body shop. She talked with him for a bit and left with good news for her, and a surprise for her new friend. All that was left was to call her. 

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Chica was finishing up her lunch when she heard her “I wanna be your slave” ringtone go off and her heart soared. She answered the phone, ready to hear Roxy’s voice again, even though it had only been a day since last hearing it. What could she say, she was addicted.

“That was a long lunch with Monty,” Chica teased.

“Oh whoops, sorry, I headed to the garage first,” Roxy said through the phone.

“No worries, I’m just teasing. Anyways, hey!”

“Hey,” Chica could hear the smile through the phone. “So speaking of the garage, the part for your car came in.”

“Oh, that’s great! So, you planning on starting to fix it?” Chica asked, some nervousness bleeding into her voice. She was finally reminded of what brought Roxanne into her life and the monetary cost of it. She was also going to miss having an excuse to ride with Roxy.

“Yeah!” Roxy said, full of cheerfulness. “You can still always get a ride from me whenever you want, y’know. I don’t mind driving you around.” Chica’s heart soared. “And also don’t worry about the original cost I told you, I’m giving you a nice discount.”

“Oh you don’t really have to…”

“Nope. I’m giving you the discount. We’re friends right?”

Chica feels herself both wince and smile at that. “Yeah…”

“Then you get the friends and family discount. I will accept no arguments. So I was thinking about starting on it today and maybe you could come by and pick it up tomorrow. That sound good?”

“Umm, yeah that should be fine. Would you be willing to pick me up tomorrow then?”

“Of course. We can even go get lunch before coming to the shop. Your choice, of course. I’ve chosen the past few times we’ve gone out to eat so it's only fair.”

Chica felt the already large smile on her face grow. “That sounds great, I’ll be sure to look for great places for us to eat. Do you have any preferences?”

“I’m good with whatever you choose. I trust your judgment.”

Chica knew that her face would start hurting soon from the large grin on her face. “I’ll be sure to keep that faith in me and not let you down,” she said, determined and bright.

“I doubt that you could,” Roxanne said, a fondness bleeding so heavily into her voice that Chica could hear and feel it through the phone. It made her face begin to glow just the tiniest bit.

“Alright,” was all she could breathe out. “I’ll be sure to pick somewhere great then.”

“Cool.” The line went quiet for a second and Chica thought she was going to say goodbye so she could start working on her vehicle. “So, how were your classes today?”

Chica wasn’t genuinely expecting for Roxy to continue the conversation but she didn’t mind. “They were fine. Got a couple of readings and assignments to do now but they looked easy enough.”

“They probably would be super easy for you anyways.”

Chica smiled. “Yeah but it still will take a bit of my time. I was actually planning on doing them right now while I wait for my bus to take me to work.”

“Well I could keep you company over call. Or maybe I could come pick you up and take you to work. Aaaand I actually can’t. Hey Papá… ” Chica hears Roxy’s muffled speech to someone else, most likely her dad based on what she last said. She chuckles to herself since it seems like Roxy got caught slacking. “So, I uh, I actually need to go and start working on your vehicle, mi Papá is giving me a look that says ‘get to work.’”

“That’s fine,” Chica smiles at her phone. “I did say that you should probably start the repairs.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get right to it then,” Chica could feel the eye-roll from where she was. “See you tomorrow then?”

Her face softened, “of course.”

“Great.” She heard some muffled yelling over the line. “Fine! I’m starting! Christ!” Chica couldn’t help the laugh that left her. “I really need to go now so bye.”

“Bye!” And the line went dead.

Chica smiled to herself and shook her head good-naturedly. She then finished up her lunch and began to work on her school assignments. She worked on them peacefully and was getting through them fairly easily until her phone rang again. A ringtone that she hadn’t heard in some time, House of Memories , played from her phone and she felt absolute excitement light up her whole body. Bonnie!

She answered the phone as soon as she recognized the song. 

“Bon-bon!” She practically screamed through the phone.

She heard a chuckle over the line. “Hey, Chica.”

“How have you been? We haven’t spoken in ages. How’s the tournament been so far? Are you now gonna be a part of the national team? Why are you calling?”

She could hear a nice, hearty laugh over the speaker from her best friend. “Geez Chica, take a deep breath. Give me a chance to answer at least one question.”

Chica’s face reddened, just slightly, before she began to tease him, “Well excuse me for being excited to finally talk with you. Want me to be mellow about it.” She then cleared her throat before mimicking his relaxed voice, “Hey Bon, what’s up?”

She could practically hear his eye roll before he groaned. He then cleared throat to answer in an imitation of her voice, “Hey Chica! What you doing? What you been up to? How are you? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

Now it was her turn to groan, “Alright, enough of that.” She heard him laugh over the phone, bringing a smile to her face. “You gonna answer my questions now?”

“What were they again?”

“Bonnie Springer, you really must listen when someone speaks to you, what if I had been in trouble and the clues were in the questions.”

She could practically see his non-impressed face, “Seriously? I’m pretty sure I would be able to tell if you were in trouble.”

“How can you be so sure? You haven’t been able to call me in ages, so much in my life could have changed!”

“I’m pretty sure you’re still in school, still working that cooking job, still living in that tiny apartment and still saving up for that dance studio. And besides we’re always texting!”

Chica giggled and pouted at the same time. She giggled at the fact that he was completely right about them texting pretty much everyday, both of them had pretty busy schedules so texting was much more convenient for them. She pouted, however, at his listing of everything she did, even if it was all true, she just felt like maybe she could be doing more. Yes, she had goals that she was striving for and she knew that he did not mean it in a malicious way at all, but it still felt like she was letting him down in some way. Like she could be more ambitious and get more done. Afterall, their dreams of stardom in the Glamrock Animatronics was great until they, mainly Foxy and Bonnie, wanted to pursue other things. She shook the thoughts from her head and instead decided to speak about the thing that changed in her life. Or more specifically the newest person who entered it.

“Well, Bon-bon. All that stuff is correct but more stuff has been spicing up my life,” she said with a certain smugness in her tone.

“Oh.” Bonnie was intrigued. “Do tell then, please”

Chica smiled with a gleam in her eyes, happy to flip the script up a little bit and now able to share something exciting with him. “Well you know that car I got?”

“Ah yes, the ‘car’. I did air quotations for car by the way.”

That made Chica release a small snort. “Yes, I know. The hunk of junk that you said was a bad choice.”

“I’ve never said it was a bad choice,” he responds confusedly. “Sure, I may have thought it but I don’t think I ever said it aloud.”

Chica paused for a moment, thinking about if he ever said it. “Oh wait, I think my conscience that sounds like you was the one that said that.” She says in nonchalance.

He giggled now, “Your conscience sounds like me?”

“What can I say, you can be very wise.” He laughed over the phone. “Anyways, let me continue. So it broke down on me on the way to work a couple weeks ago.”

“Oh boy.”

“Shhh. So I took it to a mechanic that same day and she was the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.”

“Oh you hopeless lesbian. Did you hit on her?”

Chica blushed just slightly before a sheepish smile edged on her face. “Well not exactly at that moment, I did later. Anyways, stop interrupting. So she helped me out and explained what could’ve been wrong with it, she was so sweet and patient, Bon. Then she pushed my car with me in it into the garage and dear lord those muscles!”

“I could do that.”

“Sure, but are you a hot lady? Yeah, I didn’t think so. But I didn’t get her number till the following Monday because I was so distracted by her that I didn’t think to ask for it. I had told Monty about her, you remember Monty right?”

“Of course I do. Me and him still text one another every once in a while. I ask them about their workout routine sometimes.”

“Ok, great. So I told Monty about her and they are apparently best friends with her, so he had sneakily invited me to the bar with them and their friends. Wanted to help me let loose and I guess give me a chance to get closer to her.”

“I’ll have to thank him for that. You definitely need to get out more,” he chuckled.

She pouted, “Oh hush. So she was super kind to me while drunk and super respectful. Her voice was amazing too.” She blushed remembering the first performance from Roxy and cleared her throat before continuing. “We then began to hang out more over the weekend and she’s been giving me rides on her bike and she’s just so kind and cool about it all. It’s just she wants to only be friends, but I’m a solid 90 percent sure that she’s into me too.”

“She sounds cool,” he said, sounding slightly off put. Weird, he seemed so excited for me a few minutes ago. “Hey, uh, what’s her name if you don’t mind me asking?”

That’s probably why, I forgot to say her name. “Her name’s Roxanne. Roxanne Wolf,” she said cheerfully.

After saying her name, Chica could feel the energy of the conversation change. She could almost feel the quiet anger that would roll off of Bonnie occasionally at the mention of Roxy's name and she had no idea why.

“Huh,” he said, in a tone that Chica couldn’t quite place. “And you said she rides a motorcycle right? And friends with Montgomery?”

“Yeah…” Chica said, unsure of why he needed those specifications.

“Hmmm, alright.” He said it in the tone that many people would read as dismissive, but she knew him long enough to know that it was one that meant he was contemplating his options. It usually wasn’t a good thing when he had that tone.

“Do you know her or something?” she asked nervously.

“Yeah, we’ve got a bit of history ,” small bits of venom leaked into his voice. “Let's just say Roxanne and I don’t really see eye to eye. So just be careful around her, alright.”

She rolled her eyes. They probably met and didn’t agree on something. Chica knew that Bonnie was a very stubborn person and from what she could tell about Roxy is that she was the same way. That probably led to the two of them butting heads and not getting along.

“Alright, whatever you say.”

“Hmph.” He obviously had more to say but decided to leave it for another day.

“Fine, let's talk about you instead now. How’s the championship going? And why’d you call?”

The energy changed back to the lighter one from earlier after Chica asked those questions and she knew that she successfully got his mind off of Roxy. For now. She did want to find out why he didn't like her after all. 

“Well, the championship has been going great! Our league is definitely a shoe in for the finals which should be finishing up this week. And as for why I’m calling, it's to say that I’m coming back home.”

Chica practically jumped out of her chair, pure excitement shooting throughout her body. “Really?”

“Yup,” she could practically see that sweet big toothed smile. “I should be back in a week.”

“Where are you planning on staying? You know my home is always open to you.”

“I know,” he said warmly. “I was hoping on it actually. I do need to stay at the Springer manor for most of the time I’m back home but I was hoping to stay at least that first night with you. I don’t want to see my blood family right away.” She nodded along to it, knowing how much of jerks the other Springers were with the exception of Bonnie and his mom. “I also hope that I could stay every once in a while when Whitley and Trapp get too annoying.”

“Of course! My house shall be a safe refuge for you as an escape from your awful cousins.”

Bonnie laughed over the phone. “Thanks Chica, you’re the best! I’ll be sure to let you know when I fly in and I’ll tell you everything about the tourney and my travels when I get back.”

“You better!” She was grinning extremely wide at this point.

He let out one final laugh, “I’ll be seeing you soon then. I gotta go but it was great getting to hear your voice again Chica. Bye!”

“See you soon, Bonnie! Bye.” The line went dead and Chica had the most gentle smile on her face. She still thought it was weird at how much Bonnie seemed to dislike Roxy but she decided to shrug it off for now and get ready for the bus that would be pulling up soon to take her to work.

Chapter Text

Roxanne had finished the repairs for the car in record time. She had made sure that the vehicle also had all updated fuses so Chica wouldn’t worry about them. The ECU had taken her some time to repair and she needed help from one of the technicians that specialized in circuitry repair to get it installed. She was still proud of the work that she got done for Chica. She did wish that she could have talked to her more on the phone but her dad had begun to breathe down her neck at that point. He then took her phone away like she was a child again and gave it to Maple to hold till she clocked out.

She shrugged it off and focused all that energy into her work. After doing a few test drives, she then took it to the other part of the shop. There Jake stood ready with the same color of paint as Chica’s car. She smiled, pulling into the spot and letting him do his handiwork on the car. Now, she hadn’t told Chica that she was getting her car a coat of paint, but she felt it would have been a nice surprise for her. She had talked it over with her dad and he allowed it but said the paint would come out of her paycheck which she readily agreed to.

After the vehicle was done, she finished up more work around the shop. She finally was able to get her phone back from Maple after her dad said she could. He gave it back mostly because she kept complaining about how she wasn’t a little kid anymore. He had retaliated by saying she was acting like one with her little crush. She laughed at it with a flushed face and clocked out. She was excited for the next day.

~~~~~~~~~

She arrived at Chica’s school and waited in the parking lot for her, extra helmet in her saddle bag. She had told Chica to bring her leather jacket with her for the ride and maybe because she wanted to see her in it again. She shook her head at the grin that was starting to make its way across her face and pulled out her phone instead. She went to her social media where she had recently posted a teaser for her EP and the results were phenomenal. 

Everyone was going crazy for her to be officially making music under a label and a huge one at that. It generated so much buzz that the company actually was able to get her an interview for it. She scrolled through the comments of her excited fans and basked in all the attention. I am the best. I am their favorite. I am the most talented.

She loved the attention so much and realized how little she had actually been basking in it recently. Or more specifically, since the moment she met Chica. After meeting her, the only attention she wanted was hers.

While she was lost in her thoughts, another group of the students came up to her, most likely fans of hers. She also saw the girl that attempted to flirt with her that Monday come up again as well. Internally, she rolled her eyes, which was something that did freak her out the first time. Normally she loved whenever a gorgeous girl flirted with her first, always offering a few flirtatious remarks back. This time however, she didn’t offer any back, only accepting the compliments. She had a feeling she knew why she felt this way now but she did her best to ignore it for the sake of her sanity, but with each instance it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

She began to sign stuff for them and take selfies with the small group once more, telling them to be excited for the new music she will be coming out with. She also told them to be on the lookout for any interviews and photoshoots in the coming weeks.

While she focused on the group, she didn’t notice Chica coming up to her, just out of her eyesight until she heard her voice.

“Well, aren’t you popular?” Chica said in a teasing voice and are my eyes tricking me or is she glaring at the flirty girl.

“When you’re as hot and incredible as me, that tends to be the case,” she replied to Chica, deciding to be a bit cocky since she was still in front of fans and did not want to drop the persona in front of them. She threw in a flex and wink for good measure, reddening multiple people’s cheeks including Chica’s. 

Chica was the first to brush it off, taking some steps closer to Roxy, leaning one hand onto the bike, “I guess this also helps, huh?”

Roxy could feel her face warm a bit at Chica leaning over her bike. She finally took notice of her outfit which was the leather jacket, a pink shirt tucked into a tight skirt and long green boots. Her makeup made her eyes pop, long lashes bringing attention to them, pink lining full lips. Roxanne felt her mouth go dry. 

People are watching. You gonna lose your cool now, let them see the oh so best Roxanne persona fail in front of them.

She shook off the thought, playing it cool and bold like earlier. “It does help people wish for a ride with me, if you know what I mean,” she said her signature wolfish grin entering her face. Chica’s face lit up completely at that point, and so did the others, but only Chica’s mattered to her. Maybe that was a bit much. “Who doesn’t love a motorcycle after all.” She said, same cool tone icing the words, hiding the actual panic she felt inside.

“Right! Yeah,” Chica cleared her throat. “Ride on a motorcycle. Who wouldn’t want that? Totally what I was thinking…” she said slowly growing quieter throughout her ramblings, the other people agreeing with her.

Roxanne smiled at seeing Chica so flustered before turning back to the other people there. “Well, I believe it’s time for you all to go. Hope you all look forward to the new song,” she said to them now, faces still colored. They all nodded and began to walk away, towards the building again to get to their classes. Once they were far enough away out of ear shot, she turned to Chica. “Hey,” she said gently, “how was your day?”

Chica cleared her throat again, “It was great, um, yours? You seem to be really popular.”

“Oh yeah, uh, I have a pretty big media presence,” she began to pull her phone out from her pocket, opening up one of her social media accounts to show to Chica. “This is my account.”

Chica took the phone from her and browsed through the account, visibly swallowing a couple times, “You sure do post a lot of racing and gym pics, huh.”

“I uh yeah,” she completely forgot about all the thirst traps on there, “gotta show off sometimes right?” Chica only nodded in return. Roxy then decided to take off her armored custom jacket for Chica to wear, “Uh anyways, we should probably go catch lunch soon. Do you know where you want to go?” She handed the jacket over to Chica.

“Oh you don’t need to…” Roxy shot her look that said to wear the jacket. “Fine,” she began to swap jackets with Roxy. “Anyways, yeah, there’s this sushi place down the block that I really want to go to. You don’t mind right?”

Roxy put on the leather jacket, “Not at all.” She gave the armored backpack and her full coverage helmet over to Chica. “Put those on please,” she asked politely, Chica grabbing them as soon as they were offered. They both put on their helmets and were prepped to go. “Ready?” All she got in return was a pair of arms wrapping around her midsection and gently squeezing. “Let’s go.”

They made their way to the sushi place, ordering to their heart's content. They spoke about anything that came to their mind. Eventually they finished up and knew that it was time to head to the shop.

They finally arrived at the shop and Chica’s car was out in the parking lot. They parked the bike and Roxanne helped Chica off of it, a light smile on her face.

“It looks amazing, did the paint job come with it or was that you?” Chica asked.

“Um, unimportant, now come on. Let's get you in the office so you can get back on the road,” Roxy said in a mixture of excitement and slight sadness.

They entered the office where Maple was sitting at her computer typing away. “Hello you two. So am I needed for this transaction?”

“Not necessarily, but Papá would probably appreciate it.” She then offered her office chair to Chica to sit in. They began the transaction process, a much larger discount than what she would usually do for someone being made. Maple shot her a look from the other side of Chica saying her father would not be happy with the amount of discount. Roxy only rolled her eyes and pat her chest, basically telling Maple to take the excess from her pay. Maple only nodded in acknowledgement, making a note of the amount on her notepad. Once they finished, Chica and Roxanne went back out to the car, keys ready.

They both stood in front of the car, Chica took off the armored backpack and jacket, giving them back to Roxy after taking her own stuff out of it and placing it in her backseat. “Thank you so much for this and the rides.”

“Of course.” Roxy accepted the stuff back from her but not before placing the leather jacket back around Chica’s shoulders. Chica looked at her, something unreadable in her eyes. “Keep it, it looks amazing on you.”

Chica’s cheeks reddened just a bit. “Thanks.” She then began to sit in her front seat.

Are you really acting like this is the last you’ll ever see of her? Shut up. Damn, aren’t you fucking pathetic. Shut up. You really need an excuse like this to hang out with her like a fucking coward.

The last thought made Roxy act. I’m not a fucking coward. “So, I know that we can always text and hang out whenever, but, uh, I was just thinking…”

“Yeah?” Chica looked up at her from inside the car.

Roxy then leaned onto the door frame, hanging over the open car window. “Well, I, um, I do races. I compete in races. And I would like for you to come see me race. I’m the best there is. So I would like for you to come watch. If you want.”

Chica seemed to deflate just a tiny bit before looking up at her again, a smile on her face. “I would love to.”

“Great! Uh, I can text you the details about it, my next race is this Friday. Monty will be there by the way, so you’ll have company,” she began to ramble.

Chica let out a small laugh. “I’ll be sure to go then. But I need to start making my way to work, so I’ll text you later then?”

“Yeah, you can totally text me later,” Roxy said through her face splitting grin, excited at the thought of Chica seeing her in her element and being impressed by it.

She then waved off the leaving vehicle before getting back on her bike to head to the studio. A lot of work needed to get done after all and it was going to be the day that they would finish the full recording for all the songs.

She had stepped into the booth after arriving, recording the songs that she needed and choosing one to be her title track. She was so full of energy to be singing and the earlier energy from being with Chica helped. She didn’t even realize that she didn’t have her phone with her in the booth until she saw the gremlin holding it from the other side of the glass. She immediately exited, knowing it was time for a break anyways.

“Don’t you ever go to school, brat?” She growled at Gregory upon walking in.

“Let out early,” he said nonchalantly, playing on her phone.

“Give me that,” she said, reaching for the phone in his grip only for him to move it away from her.

“Nuh-uh, Aunt Chica texted you something and I wanna know more. Also the games on your phone are fun.” He said mischief lighting his eyes.

“ Este maldito niño, ” she grumbled under her breath.

“Oh maldito what does that mean?”

Whoops. Well at least it's tame. “Means damn, anyways give me back my phone.” She began to reach for it again. He moved off of the small couch, away from her. “Come on kid, swear word for the phone, it's a fair trade,” she growled out.

He began to creep backwards, towards the door and away from her. “I don’t think it's fair, you let it slip, you didn’t fully teach it to me.” He moved one hand onto the doorknob.

“Don’t even fu–freaking think about it. Just give me the phone,” she stalked closer to him, slowly so he wouldn’t bolt out the door.

“Tell me about this race Aunt Chica asked about, I wanna go.”

“I’m telling you nothing.”

“Alright, this was your choice.” And he bolted out of the door. She took off after him.

They raced throughout the building with Gregory yelling back at her to just tell him and her chasing him down refusing to give up any information. He was running wherever and she didn’t fully pay attention to where they were going until they ran into Freddy’s personal studio. Both of them came to a full stop once they saw him.

“What are the two of you doing?” he asked them, suspicion lining his voice.

“She’s chasing me!”

“He took my phone!”

Freddy looked to his son, brows furrowed, almost questioning him if it were true. Gregory then held the phone up in defeat. Freddy only let out a sigh, “why?”

“She invited Aunt Chica somewhere and I wanna go see it too! Also her games are much better than yours.”

Freddy then took the phone from Gregory and handed it to Roxy. “Apologies. But I must not lie, I am now also intrigued by this race, I would love to know more about it since it got Gregory this riled up.”

Roxanne grabbed the phone and sighed at the large man. “Fine, I have a motorcycle track race Friday. That’s it. And I, uh, kinda wanted to have her come watch.”

“Oh that’s splendid! It sounds like a fun activity.”

“Exactly,” Gregory exclaimed. “Can we go, dad?”

Freddy scooped him up in his arms then turned to look at Roxy, both of them pleading with her to let them come. All she could do was sigh out once more, annoyed by the Fazbears. “Fine, I’ll send you the details then Freddy. You can keep Chica company too, I guess. Oh but a friend of mine will be there and he has a tendency to curse, so just be aware Papa bear.”

Freddy nodded at this and gave her a smile in return. “Thank you Roxanne. I do appreciate you letting us join and watch you race.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Roxy said, fighting down a grin that slowly crept on her face. “Anyways, I need to get back to recording. Bye you two.”

She walked back after Freddy said bye and Gregory stuck out his tongue at her. Even though she was slightly annoyed at the Fazbears for inviting themselves, she didn’t mind. They were growing on her more. Even the little shit Gregory. Besides, she needed to get Monty back somehow for not telling her that Chica was the one showing up to karaoke. She then returned to the recording booth and got back into the rhythm of it, but not before sending the information about the race to Chica.

Chapter Text

Chica was ecstatic to say the least. She had learnt about Roxanne’s racing from the night at the karaoke bar. Chica had asked why they went drinking pretty much every Friday and Roxy had drunkenly told her it was to celebrate. She then launched into a rant about her racing that Chica could only understand little of, but it did lead to her getting the jacket the first time. 

She had been messaging back and forth with Roxy after getting her car. She did her normal schedule of school and work for the rest of the week and was luckily not scheduled for Friday evening so she would be there at the race. She really did want to see Roxy in her element, especially after stalking her social media account.

Chica would not lie, she was interested in seeing the thirst traps and gym pictures at first, but as she scrolled through more of the page she found content that she liked better. There were clips of Roxy playing piano and singing along, half of them original songs and the other half covers. She had replayed each video at least three times, wishing to hear more and more of that voice every time. She also saw the most recent one was what looked like a full genuine teaser of a song, filmed in a more professional looking studio which looked almost familiar to Chica, but she shook off the thought and only looked forward to what the song would be. She also found clips of Roxy racing on her bike and it made her all the more excited to see it in person.

She had told Monty about how Roxy invited her to come watch and he was just as excited as her for her to be joining. They had agreed to carpool to the racing complex together, especially since Roxy told both of them that she wanted to have dinner with them after to celebrate than the normal drinking night at Music Man’s bar.

“Good thing the others had a gig tonight,” Monty had told her in reference to Mediocre Melodies not being at the race.

“Aww. I wanted to talk to Happy again. She was nice.”

“Yeah, but I wonder who her other friend she invited was,” Monty said, pulling into the parking lot of the complex. “You gotta clue?”

She shook her head, “Nope!”

“Eh whatever, we’ll meet ‘em soon enough,” they parked the car and took the key out of the ignition. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

Monty smirked and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Lets go to your first race then.”

They both left the car and locked it, Monty taking the lead. He began to walk them to the part of the complex that had the racers prepping for the race. They pulled out a lanyard that had a card attached to it, then pulled out a second, giving it to Chica.

“You must be here often, huh?”

He grinned, “Yeah. I usually come back ‘ere to hype Rox up before the race. They’re used to me. Now come on, she should be this way,” they said, turning between other racers' set ups.

They both could then see Roxy, fully decked out in her racing outfit, leaning on a racing bike, different from her usual one. Her hair was pulled back, helmet in her hand. The thing that made both Monty and Chica pause wasn’t her though. Well it mostly was her for Chica but seeing her best friend and son there was not something she was expecting. Roxy was talking to Freddy while Gregory stood to the side of him, playing on a phone that Chica knew wasn’t Freddy’s. Roxy rolled her eyes to something Freddy had said, with Gregory looking up at him with a face of confusion and mild disgust, before her eyes caught sight of Monty and Chica. She then waved both of them over, sending a mischievous grin to Monty.

Once they were within earshot, Freddy began to smile wide, shouting a hearty, “Chica!”

“Uh, hey Freddy,” was all she could say, in confusion. “What brings you here?”

“I invited him,” Roxy answered coolly, leaning over to Gregory and grabbing hold of the phone in his grasp, “because this one,” she swipes the phone from his grasp, “wouldn't leave me alone till he got to come watch.”

“Hey,” Gregory exclaims, “I was playing that.”

“The deal was you could play it till Chica and my friend came.” She says, holding the phone in her hand. “Speaking of, Monts, wanna introduce yourself?” She sent a look Monty’s way that pretty much told Chica that Freddy being here had ulterior motives.

Monty shot her a quick glare before swapping his expression to his sharp smile, sticking out a hand to Freddy. “Names Montgomery Gator. Pleasure to meet ya.” They then crouched down a bit in front of Gregory. “Hey there little guy.”

Freddy smiled at Monty when he stood up again to his full height. “Nice to meet you Montgomery. I’m Freddy Fazbear and this is my son Gregory. Go on, say hello Gregory.” Gregory instead eyed Monty suspiciously before giving them a small wave.

Monty quirked an eyebrow at it but chose to shrug it off, turning back to Freddy. “Ya can call me Monty, by the way. Oh and I also go by he/they pronouns, before ya ask.”

Chica then turned to Roxanne who watched the exchange with a strange mixture of pride and mischief in her eyes. Those golden eyes then turned to her and completely lit up.

“Hey,” Roxy said.

“Hey,” Chica replied. She then gave Roxy a once over to check out Roxy in her racing outfit. “I like the look.”

Roxanne then smiled a crooked half smile. “Thanks. This is my new racing jacket. My newest sponsor Fazbear Enterprises wanted it made sooner but, hey, at least I got it for this race.”

“The bike is also different.”

Roxy’s smile then grows, “Yup! This is my racing bike. Don’t wanna bring Mangle out there. Besides this one also has all my sponsors on it.”

There was then an announcement for the racers to finish their final preparations and to begin to head to the starting line soon.

“That’s our cue. C’mon I’ll show ya guys to our seats. Good luck out there Rox. You’re the best one out there!” Monty said. They began to walk away, Fazbears in tow and Chica turned to look at Roxy again.

“You’re gonna do amazing! Stay safe and good luck!”

Roxanne then got on her bike properly, “Can do. I’ll be sure to look for you in the crowd so you better be cheering for me.” She says, sensing a wink to her.

“Obviously, bye.” Chica said, following after Monty now. Roxanne sent her one last grin before putting her helmet on.

The group makes it to their seats, all of them taking the time to get comfortable, waiting for the race to begin. Freddy gets up at some point and says he was going to get some snacks for everyone. Chica then looks over to Gregory and Monty, both of them doing their own things. Monty then looks up from his phone and over to Gregory.

"Shouldn't ya be wearing your noise-canceling headphones?"

"No, I don't wanna."

Monty paused and stared at the kid for a second. "Uh yes. Yes you do."

"Why?" Chica could see where this was going.

"To protect your ears."

"How come?" Oh boy.

"Cause ya don't wanna damage 'em. Look, even I'm wearing earplugs." Monty turns their head to the side so the kid could see his electric blue noise canceling earplugs.

"Well that's cause you're old." Chica didn’t know if she should feel offended at this statement since she was two years older than Montgomery.

"Old!" And now he’s getting pissed.

"Yeah, old"

Monty begins to sputter. "I-you-now listen-old! Alright, brat! Put on the daaa-ng headphones."

"But I don't wanna."

"I do not care if you--"

Chica then decided to step in before Montgomery could explode since she doubted that he would make it far with the stubborn child. "Here I have some spare squishy earplugs for you to put in. And if it still gets too loud then we put on the headphones. Deal?" Good thing Roxanne had told her ahead of time to bring spare earplugs with her to the race just in case she lost one.

"Hmmmmm deal."

Monty growled and shot a glare at the kid who in turn stuck out his tongue. Monty then took in a deep breath when Chica shot him a pleading look. "Thanks Chica."

"What did I miss?" Freddy said returning with snacks.

At that moment, the announcer began to speak, highlighting the entrances of each racer. The sound was booming from all the motors. The racers came through the entrance and Chica was glad that the race was on the outdoor track instead of the indoor one that Roxy had also told her about. Eventually, Roxy came out on her bike and cheers from the audience rivaled the sounds of motors in the small stadium. She waved to the crowd as she passed, the announcer shouting her name to everyone. Monty stood up and cheered his loudest, Gregory soon joining him. The large man saw and picked up the child putting him on his shoulders so they could cheer for Roxy. She finally passed in front of where they were and blew what must have been a kiss from behind her helmet to them. Chica’s face broke out into a large smile, a flush taking her face and she stood and cheered with the boys. Eventually it all settled down, the racers getting to their starting positions for the race.

Once they were all lined up, the flag was raised and they were all off. Chica did her best to watch only Roxy but it was hard at first since all the racers practically grouped together. It was then when they all took the first loop that Roxy made herself stand out from the others. From the commentary she overheard from Monty, who was focusing on explaining to Freddy, Roxy was gaining the lead because she took the lower part of the track, which while riskier, was the best way for her to start breaking from the crowd. She soon straightened out from the low angle she pulled the bike and was climbing to the very front racers. It took a couple laps before Roxy was locked into the lead, one racer just a few paces behind her. It was then when one of the other racers lost their grip, leading to them spinning out, taking another rider down with them. Chica felt concerned for them and was extremely grateful that the other racers were quick enough to avoid the ones involved in the collison. Chica felt a small amount of worry bubble up in her. I hope that doesn’t happen to Roxy…

“Don’t worry ‘bout her.” Monty said, reading her mind. “That hasn’t happened to her in years. She’s got great control of her bike and if it does happen she's back up soon as she falls.”

“Yeah. Roxy’s the best, she's leaving all those pendejos in the dust!” Gregory exclaimed, watching the race with intense interest.

Monty’s eyebrows pinched together at Gregory, “She teach ya that word?” He asked, jamming a thumb towards the racetrack.

“Yup.”

“Oh how nice of Roxy, teaching you Spanish. No bad words though right, I’m assuming you said something like slowpokes,” Freddy said with a genuine smile.

Monty let out a snort, shooting the kid a wicked grin and a wink that only Chica and Gregory could see, “Yup, totally wasn’t something mean.”

They all go back to focusing on the race, Roxy having a large lead on all the other people. They were soon reaching the final laps and it seemed like no one was going to be catching up to Roxy and Chica was super excited and proud to see her win. It was then on the final lap where Roxy popped a wheelie when she crossed the finish line, all the fans in the stands chanting her name.

“Pft, showoff,”  she heard Monty chuckle under his breath before he began to cheer for her again.

Roxy then went off to the side, letting all the other racers finish up with the race. She waved to the crowd once everyone was done, reveling in the booming chanting for her. With her helmet off now, it was clear for anyone to see the large wolfish grin spanning her face. An interviewer was then approaching her while she was doing her celebrations.

“Alright,” Monty interrupted her train of thought. “Lets go to her area right now ‘fore the crowd get worse.”

“Wait, but what about the interview…” Chica asked, looking towards the screen that showed a extremely attractive post-race Roxy that had wild hat hair, a smug grin and looking like she had put all her effort on the track. Chica really wanted to keep watching.

“Eh, ya can see it later. This is just for her to show off to the fans and brag.” He then quirked their eyebrows at her, “Sides, you can get more of that look in the back when she goes over there.”

She felt her face flush, “Fine. Lets get over there then.”

They all head to the back and meet up with Roxy after her interview. They all stay there for a bit before deciding it was time for them to leave and go have the dinner that they all agreed upon.

~~~~~~~~~

They all made it to the restaurant. It was a small diner that served mainly burgers to them. They all took their seats, the table a buzz with conversation. Monty was able to hit it off with Freddy while Gregory was talking with Roxy and Chica. The child was asking many questions about the racing and Chica wouldn’t lie that her curiosity had the same questions. Roxy entertained the child’s questions about racing and how it worked, from the sponsors to the rankings.

“Wait, can you give me a ride on your motorcycle?” Gregory asked, excitement lining his eyes.

“I already offered that to you before, you little punk. Now you want that ride,” Roxy said in feigned anger, but Chica could tell that she would completely be willing to give Gregory the ride. It did help that Gregory kept complimenting her since the moment they stepped into the diner.

“Riding on the motorcycle is super fun, sweet pea,” She said to Gregory. “I don’t blame you for wanting a ride.”

“As long as it’s safe,” Freddy threw in quickly before returning to his conversation with Monty.

“Trust me, I’m a pro. The ride would be the smoothest and safest drive you’ve ever had. Right, Chica?” Roxy asked confidently.

“Yup! She always makes sure that I have the armored jacket and full helmet every time we ride.”

Gregory nodded along. Their food then came out and they all began to dig in. Everyone sat and enjoyed the food they ordered, Monty and Gregory teaming up to annoy Roxy by stealing her fries. They eventually won the battle by recruiting Chica, who was able to distract Roxy and actually not get a glare sent at her whenever she snuck a fry for herself.

“I am curious Roxy, when did you start racing?” Freddy asked after giving her some of his fries after watching the fry fight happen and seeing Roxy lose the overwhelming battle.

She gracefully accepted the fries from him before answering. “I’ve been doing it since I was young. I used to have a mini bike when I was a kid so I learnt on that thing–”

“Can I get one dad?” Gregory interrupted.

“Hmm I don’t know…” Freddy said, skeptical. “And do not interrupt others Gregory, be kind and let them finish first.”

Roxy only rolled her eyes, “If he gets one, I’ll teach him correctly so he doesn’t get hurt. Anyways I learnt on the tiny bike then in high school I repaired Mangle, my main bike. I used her on some street races and signed up as an individual for other tournaments. There’s a dirt track that I used to practice at all the time and would do low level races there. Eventually, a sponsor caught wind of my skills and signed me with them and I got to move up to higher divisions. Now I’m a favorite for the sport with sponsors lining up to have me rep them,” she ended, a large proud grin on her face.

“Heh, yeah. Those beginning races were something else. I do miss the street racing though, definitely don’t miss the people,” Monty says, leaning back into his chair.

“Yeah, I don’t miss those people either.” Roxanne’s face fell into a slight frown, before it picked back up after a shrug. “Eh screw them anyways. But, I’ve been racing for a while now. I would definitely say it's my second love after music.”

“Oh yeah,” Chica started, “I’ve been meaning to ask how do you two know each other?” She asked, motioning to Roxanne and Freddy.

“Oh, you remember that rookie I mentioned doing a collaboration with?” Freddy asked Chica. She nodded. “Well Roxy is that rookie! She’s been working at Fazbear Studios as our newest talent for the past few months.”

“Yup, I’m even releasing my first EP in a couple weeks,” she said, a confident smirk plastered across her face. “That’s how I know Freddy and the kid, since this one,” she says, ruffling Gregory’s hair, “is always getting banned from daycare and is forced to hang around the studio, stealing my stuff.” Gregory swats her hand off of his head and sticks his tongue out at her, making Monty chuckle.

“The trick to annoying her kid is to keep doin it,” Monty says through chortles, earning a glare from Roxy. Gregory instead smiles and gives them a nod in return.

“Speaking of babysitting…” Freddy began, his cheeks coloring slightly and looking away. He finally locks eyes with Chica, “I was wondering if you would be willing to babysit tomorrow?”

“Um, yeah I should be free. Where are you going?” Chica wondered.

Monty then smiled and pulled his sunglasses entirely off. “A date with me.”

Both Gregory and Roxy were pulled away from their glaring contest to look over at Freddy and Monty from the words said.

“What?” they both asked, one in shock, the other in disbelief.

“Yup, I asked him while you lot were talking ‘bout the racing mechanics. So we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

“Wait but dad. I thought we were going to hangout tomorrow,” Gregory said, trying to mask his growing sadness. Chica felt bad for the kid, he adored his dad and the time he spends with him, especially since the life before his adoption wasn’t very kind.

“Oh superstar, I’m sorry. Um Monty could we ma–”

“No, dad. You don’t need to postpone it,” Gregory said. Chica knew that the kid was smart enough to know that his dad missed being in a relationship even though he had a son. “I don’t mind if Roxy also hangs out with me and Aunt Chica tomorrow. She can teach me to ride.”

Out of the corner of Chica’s eye, she saw Roxy nearly choke on water at the request. She sent a look at the kid that Chica could tell Gregory was avoiding for whatever reason.

Monty smiled at the idea, “That sounds like a great idea. Come on Rox, babysit as a favor ta me. C’mon ya owe me.” 

“For what?” she asked unimpressed and skeptical at Monty’s claim.

“For keeping your music career a secret from me. It did hurt my feelings that ya didn’t tell me right away.” He then began to cry crocodile tears in order to get Roxy to agree. 

Chica sighed when she looked over at Roxy who was looking unconvinced at everything. Does she not want to spend time with me and Gregory? “It will be fun, Roxy. We can plan out the whole day and do stuff together,” Chica threw her hand in at bargaining with Roxy. She wanted her friends to pursue a relationship since they did seem to go well with each other despite their many differences. As much as Freddy said she deserved a happy relationship, she believed the same thing about him.

Roxy was then starting to crumble at the pleading looks, especially from Chica and surprisingly Gregory. “Fine,” she growled out. “I’ll help Chica babysit the punk. Probably too much of a handful for any person that isn’t Freddy.”

“Oh thank you so much Roxy! I will be sure to compensate you.” Freddy glowed, excited for his date.

“Eh, no need big guy. Just treat my friend right, he’s actually a bit of a softie,” she said to Freddy, earning an angry pout from Monty. “And get the kid that mini bike, I can teach him tomorrow then.” Gregory did a small fist pump at the prospect bringing a smile to Chica’s face.

Freddy didn’t look as enthusiastic however, but agreed anyway. They soon finished up eating and paying the bill while discussing the details for the next day. It was then time for them all to head their separate ways home, especially since it was nearing Gregory’s bedtime. They all said goodbye, excited for the next day for a number of reasons.

Chapter Text

Roxanne woke up the next morning, half dreading the day and half excited for it. She knew that she needed to go meet with Monty for a quick workout before he would go to his place to prepare for his date. And she would not lie, she was a little pissed. They were able to ask out Freddy in their first time meeting him and she felt it was unfair. Don’t get her wrong, she was happy that her best friend finally got to go out with his longtime celebrity crush but she was jealous. She used to be able to ask out any girl interested in her and get a date, but why couldn’t she do that with Chica. 

Obviously, you’re a loser now. She then looked at herself in her bathroom mirror and shook her head. Nah, I’m too hot to be a loser. She decided to hype herself up instead, not wanting to ruin her mood before spending the day with Chica. Oh, and Gregory. She continued to get ready. 

It's because you don’t deserve a good relationship. Now that made her pause. It was a thought that always hummed at the back of her head when she was alone with Chica and thought about asking her out. She’s friends with Foxy. It is a surprise she hasn’t made the connection yet. Once she does, you’ll be done. She was frozen in place, thinking about her past and her anger, her sadness, and that they were why she couldn’t go for a relationship with Chica. She had been in other relationships before but none of them were really serious or lasted long. But with Chica, she knew exactly how long she wanted it to last for. She always melted around the girl and she wasn’t opposed to feeling like that for a long time.

Friendship works , she thought sadly. She finally looked up at her mirror and made eye contact with herself. “Friendship works,” she said, vocalizing it to hammer it in.

She finished with her morning routine then headed to the gym where Monty was. He was full of energy and ranted the whole time about what he planned on doing for the date with Freddy. They got through their workout relatively well, Roxy forgetting her fear from the morning thanks to the infectious energy of Monty at the workout.

~~~~~~~~~

Roxanne waited at her apartment for Chica after she returned from her workout. Chica and her had agreed that Chica’s newly repaired car would be the best way for them to move around with the kid. And it did help that Chica already knew Freddy’s address. At least this meant she could wear one of her other outfits that wouldn’t get ruined by her ride. So here she was, sitting on her couch, scrolling through her phone while she waited for Chica to call her.

Eventually her phone rang and she headed out of her apartment and down to Chica’s car. As soon as she entered she was greeted with a bright smile. “You look amazing today! I love the punk rock vibes from your outfit. The spiked choker also looks super cool,” Chica told her after giving Roxy a once over.

Roxanne smiled, sitting in the passenger's seat. “Thanks. You look adorable by the way.” She said placing her backpack at her feet and looking at Chica’s outfit. It was bright and colorful, suiting Chica’s personality, and very fashionable. “So we’re still getting some lunch before going to Freddy’s to pick up the demon.”

“Be nice. And of course, I hope you don’t mind fast food. I wanna be able to go see Freddy off on his first date in years!” Chica said. “Seat belt.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Roxanne clicked it in. “My bad.”

“Don’t worry, let's go,” Chica said, pulling out of the parking garage. They go to a fast food place and eat it as soon as they get it. Once they were done, they sat and talked a bit before deciding it was time to head to Freddy’s house. When they get there, Roxy is surprised by the modest size of the house.

Chica must have known what she was thinking because she began to answer the unasked question. “He didn’t want anything too grand so he opted for a three bedroom house. A master bedroom for himself, a room for Gregory and a guest bed. He wanted to be able to make it homely for himself and Gregory so a mansion made no sense to him.” She began to smile fondly after putting her car in park on the driveway. “Freddy always liked to keep things simple.”

“I don’t blame him. It looks nice.” Roxanne began to pick her backpack up from her feet.

“It is,” Chica said, exiting the vehicle. “Let’s get in there then.”

They both knock on the front door only to have it answered by the kid. “Hi, Dad’s freaking out by the way.”

“Oh god, where is he? Take us to him,” Roxy said after letting Chica go into the house before her. They both followed Gregory into the kitchen where Freddy was nervously pacing, trying to tie his bow tie. Chica began to walk forward towards him while Roxy and Gregory hung back by the entrance to the kitchen.

“Ok, big guy. Come here,” Chica cooed to the teddy bear of a man. He stopped pacing as she gently placed her hands on his shoulders, getting him to sit on one of his island stools. She then began to tie the bow tie for him. “You don’t need to worry. You look amazing!”

Roxy leaned against the doorway, “Yeah Freddy, the bow tie, collared shirt and sweater combo all looks amazing on you. Gives very dad vibes.”

He smiled at that before it dropped again. “Do you think I should have shaved?”

“No dad, it looks great!” Gregory chimed in, slightly annoyed since he has probably been trying to reassure his father for a while now.

“Maybe I was too hasty for agreeing so soon. Maybe I should reschedule. I haven’t been out with anyone in so long, not since Bonnie. I don’t think I’m ready.” He then grabbed Chica’s hands. “What should I do?”

Before Chica could answer, Roxy let out a very annoyed sigh and walked over to him. She put one hand on his shoulder and leveled him a look. “You’ll be fine. Look at me Freddy.” He made eye contact with her. “You’re being dumb. He likes you a lot. He told you what he had planned, right? Mini Golf and dinner?” Freddy nods. “Exactly, he doesn’t invite just anyone to Mini Golf. Not even me, his best friend. It’s where he feels most at ease, so the fact that he invited you there also means that he needs to calm his nerves and show you his more real side. So go for it, big guy.” She slaps his shoulder and he smiles with confidence at it.

“Thank you, Roxanne,” the singer beams. Then the bell rings.

“Oh! Looks like he’s here,” Chica exclaims, excited. “Come on Freddy! Time for your date! We’ll be sure to take very good care of Gregory.” She then shoos him off the stool and out of the kitchen. They all make their way to the front door to let Monty in who was wearing a pressed polo shirt tucked into his pants, their favorite leather boots and jacket on. He really is serious, they’re wearing a real shirt! Wait they’re still wearing those stupid sunglasses.

“Hey everybody,” Monty said, pulling his star-shaped sunglasses low and flashing them all a smile. “You ready?”

“Um, one second. I need to,” Freddy said, pulling out a card from his wallet, “give this to,” Roxy didn’t need to look at Gregory to know his eyes held the same gleam in them as hers, especially sincere Freddy’s eyebrows scrunched looking at the two of them. “Here Chica,” he handed it to her. “Use it to get yourselves food for later,” he then looked at Gregory and sighed, now leveling a look with Roxanne, “and you can get him a mini motorbike. Promise me you will get all the safety equipment as well and teach him properly . I’m trusting you.”

“You can count on me,” Roxy said, eyes alight at the thought of teaching the little troublemaker how to ride. She turned to look at him with a smirk on her face and pure excitement and chaos in his little eyes.

“Then I suppose we are ready to go then,” Freddy said cheerfully, about to walk out the door.

“Hold on a sec,” Monty said. He then crouched down and took off his glasses, looking Gregory directly in the eye, “hey little guy. I’ll bring your old man back by 9:30, 10 the latest. That sound good to ya, little man?”

Gregory looked up to his dad then Chica before looking back to Monty and nodding.

Monty smiled, “Rock n roll.” They then stood up and looked at Freddy who was beaming. “Now we’re ready.” They both began to walk out now, heading towards Monty’s car. They waved to the three in the doorway and left for their date. Now it was time for babysitting the menace with the woman she adores.

~~~~~~~~~

They were now in a wide open park, Chica sitting on a bench, Gregory sitting on top of a mini dirt bike, completely decked in newly bought protective gear and a helmet, Roxanne crouching next to him.

“Alright, punk. Listen up and listen good, I don’t need you getting hurt and finally seeing the saint that is your father get mad. Alright so you know how to ride a bicycle, right?” He nods. “Ok, good. Anyways, the most important thing for you to learn first are the brakes. So you have a front brake right here,” she showed him the one on the handle bars, “and a rear brake down here.” She showed him the other one that his feet. “When you brake, use these together at the same time. You’re a smart kid so know that all your stopping power is in the front one but using just that one will flip you over, alright? So stop with the rear one first if you think you’ll struggle with doing them at the same time.”

“Got it!” He said underneath the helmet. “Rear brake here,” he pressed down on the brake at his feet, “and front brake here,” now he pulled the brake on the handlebars. “Like that?”

She felt a lazy but proud smile settle on her face, “Just like that, kid. Alright so we’re just gonna practice having you ride over to Chica in first gear and brake, then you’ll turn around and come back to me and do the same thing. Got it?”

He nodded then began to slowly drive towards Chica’s direction. He stopped the brake in time and from where Roxy stood, wshe could see Chica cheering for him. He then turned himself around and came back to her, braking once more. A sharp smile lit up her face.

“Was that good?” Gregory asked under the helmet.

“Perfect. Let's keep practicing that for a bit before we move on to switching gears.” The kid continues back and forth between the two guardians, getting used to braking. Once Roxy thought he had a good idea of it, she decided to teach him how to safely change gears and then set him loose in their little portion of the park. She kept a very careful eye on him while he rode. Even though she would have preferred to sit next to Chica, she stayed standing in case she needed to come running to his rescue. He may be a pain in her ass, but she did not want him getting hurt while riding. Eventually, the sun started to set lower and they all had plans to go back to Freddy’s so Chica could make them pizza with ingredients they bought earlier. She let him ride around a little more before calling him back to her.

“This is so much fun! Do I look cool?” Gregory asked after stopping the small bike in front of her.

She couldn’t help the proud smile that came to her lips, “the coolest.” He beamed at that. “Alright, enough mushy, let's get back to your Aunt.” When she turned to look at the bench, however, she saw a guy sitting at it, trying to hit on Chica. Immediately, her face shifted into a scowl and she was about to march over and give the asshole a piece of her mind, jealousy and protectiveness flaring up in her. That is until a small hand grabbed the sleeve of her jacket, making her attention turn to it. Just as she was about to yell at the kid to let her go, he shook his head then pointed back to Chica.

She turned to look again, scowl still stretched across her face. She watched as Chica’s face morphed from disgust to pure rage, and Roxy wouldn’t lie that she found it extremely hot since she had not seen Chica angry before. She stood up in fury and when the guy reached out for her, she slapped his hand, delivered a kick to his shin, splashed him with the water bottle in her hand before shoving him away and walking over to where Roxy and Gregory were.

“Aunt Chica can be pretty tough sometimes. She was part of a rock band after all,” the little menace said lowly so only Roxy could hear. Roxy gave him a small nod, biting her lip to stop herself from blurting out something embarrassing once the other woman came over.

“Sorry you had to see that, sweet pea,” Chica said to Gregory once she was close enough. I’m not. “How does some ice cream sound before we head back?”

The two of them nod and they make their way across the park to where they saw an ice cream stand. Roxy chose to walk behind the other two, giving them a chance to talk but to also act as a pseudo guard dog for them. She did not want any creeps coming up to either of them and she knew how to make herself intimidating. It was tough to keep that attitude up whenever Chica looked at her, making her feel more like a puppy than guard dog. They finally made it to the stand and all ordered their ice cream before eating it happily.

~~~~~~~~~

The three of them stood in Freddy’s kitchen, ingredients spread out on the table.

“Alright, so this won’t be as good as the homemade dough I make since this is quick make dough, but you guys should still be able to follow along.” Chica told them both, tying an apron around herself. Both Gregory and Roxy followed her lead. She showed them steps on making the dough with the yeast, Gregory struggling a tiny bit with it and Roxy pretty much messing it up completely. She was starting to get frustrated and snarled at her progress. She was on the verge of exploding when a gentle hand rested on her shoulder.

“Now I see why your uncle said you shouldn’t be in the kitchen,” Chica jokes, making Roxy pout a bit. “Aww don’t look at me like that,” she began to pinch Roxy’s cheek a bit which made Roxanne’s face darken and a smile creep on her face. “There we go,” Chica smiles back, “I made an extra dough for you anyways. Wanna roll it out then go pick a movie for us while me and the munchkin get sauce, cheese and toppings on these,” Chica asked Roxy gently.

Roxy nodded, her heart melting at the sweetness of the girl even though she could see in her eyes that she was dying from how she ruined the dough. “Sure, hand me that rolling pin,” she said, snatching the pin out from Gregory’s hands.

“Hey!”

“Relax, brat. You’ll get it back in a second.” She then rolled out her small pizza before handing the rolling pin back to him. She then took of her apron, placing it on one of the kitchen stools and heading out the door. “I’ll be looking for something to watch in the living room then. You still wanna decorate your helmet, right Greggy?” All she got in return was a nod since he was focused on rolling out his pizza dough. She then exited the room.

She went to the living room and turned on the tv before realizing she needed to grab the helmet and bring it to the living room. She was about to pass by the kitchen when she heard Chica and Gregory talking.

“Did you have fun earlier with Roxy?” She could hear Chica ask.

“Yeah, it was so cool riding around on the bike. You saw me, right?”

“Of course I did, sweet pea.” There was a small pause. “Is that why you wanted to invite her with us today? To learn?”

There was a small pause. “Well, kinda,” she heard Gregory say bashfully. “I uh, I wanted to spend time with her while dad isn’t around. Not that I don’t like time alone with you Aunt Chica but Roxy is kinda like an older sister to me,” Roxy felt the words hit straight to her heart. “I love annoying her but I also look up to her. So yeah. Anyways, am I doing this right?” He said, trying to change the subject.

Roxy decided not to pass by the kitchen anymore and instead give them their privacy as nephew and aunt. She chose a couple of kids movies to put on, specifically ones that were musicals with good soundtracks so she wouldn’t get bored. Eventually the other two joined her, saying that their pizzas would be done baking in about 20 minutes. They started up their first movie, Chica sitting on the couch while the other two began to put stickers on the helmet. Once the pizzas were finished they all went to the kitchen together and ate them. Returning to the living room once they were finished. They sat and watched the movie to the end and started up the second one.

Halfway through the second one, Gregory was starting to drift off. He had wanted to stay up till when his dad got home but with his bedtime being 8 o’clock, he was struggling when the time came around. At 8:15, he was knocked out on the couch between Roxy and Chica. He was completely leaned on Chica and when Roxanne moved to help get him off of her, Chica just smiled and shook her head.

“I’ve got him.” Chica said, lifting the boy off of her. He began to stir at the action and she spoke to him gently, “come on little guy. We need to get you changed and your teeth brushed then it's off to bed.” He only murmured in response before leaving the room, Chica in tow. Roxanne sat there for a while, waiting for her to return which only took 15 minutes.

“He’s out?” Roxy asked her quietly.

“Yup,” Chica then sat down on the couch next to her, much closer than before now that there wasn’t a kid in the way. “Let’s finish this movie while we wait for Freddy and Monty to arrive. I hope you don’t mind that I lay on you, I’m also kinda tired.” Chica said, shuffling closer before leaning onto Roxy’s side.

Roxy felt like she was short circuiting however. “Uh no, not at all. I’ll press play then.”

They then continued to watch the movie, Chica slowly drifting off while lying on Roxanne. Roxanne, however, felt like her whole body was on fire. She knew she was not paying any attention to the movie anymore, only focused on the woman resting on her. She saw her soft features moved so subtly under the light coming from the screen and she was mesmerized. She so desperately wanted to curl around her, hold her in her arms while she watched the movie, but she didn’t out of fear of overstepping boundaries. She also desperately wanted to kiss the soft lips that parted ever so slightly at every breath. She was so focused on the girl beside her, that she didn’t notice Gregory until he was right in front of the screen.

The poor boy looked terrified. Roxy could see his eyes were slightly red, even in the dark. He held a teddy bear that was dressed in his dad’s old band outfit close to his chest. He was trying his best to not seem like he cried but she could still hear the small sniffle here and there.

“What’s wrong?” Roxy asked, voice full of sincerity that she was actually a little surprised.

“He’s not home yet, is he?” He asked. She checked her phone to see it was barely 9:31.

“Not yet. What happened, kid?”

He shook his head a bit before looking away. She kept her eyes locked on him until he finally whispered out, “nightmare. It’s dumb, I’ll be fine.”

“Hell you will,” she whispered back. She gently lifted Chica off of herself, laying her gently back on the couch. She took off her jacket and placed it over her while she went to take care of Gregory. She then walked over to him, picking him up in her arms and walking with him back to his room. “What happened in the nightmare?” She asked while tucking him in.

He shook his head, “It’s dumb, I’ll be fine.”

“Fine, you don’t gotta tell me,” Roxy said. “But, I won’t leave until you’re asleep again.” He nodded at that, accepting it. He lied there in silence while she sat at the edge of the bed, patting him on the head ever once in a while and humming low songs to him to ease him back to the sleeping world.

"He won't abandon me, right?" Gregory said in the smallest voice Roxy ever heard. As much as the brat annoyed her, she truly did care about him and hearing his fear broke her heart.

"Nah, the big softie loves you too much," she said in confidence. The child didn't look convinced, shrinking into his blanket. She sighed, and decided on a gentler approach. "Look kid, I know what a good dad looks like and that's exactly what Freddy is. The big guy loves you so much, it's crazy," she chuckled. "He would never abandon you. And neither will Chica. Or me," she practically whispered. "Earlier today you said I was basically your older sister and what kind of older sibling would I be if I abandoned you?"

"A pretty bad one?" the kid said, mood starting to lighten.

"Yeah, a real shitty one." She winced. "Don't tell anyone I told you that word." Gregory smiled and motioned zipping his lips. She smiled gently back at him. "And besides, Monty is a great guy even though he can be annoying and a pendejo ,” that got him to giggle, “he'll grow to care for a little mocoso like you." He stuck his tongue out at her in retaliation, mood brightened. He moved up from under his blanket and reached out to hug her. She was awkward in the embrace at first before gently wrapping her arms around him.

He then began to speak, "I know I annoy you a lot but thank you for taking care of me today."

She was stunned for a moment and decided to change the conversation, mostly to save face with herself. "Yeah, you totally weren't doing it just to torture me."

He smiled, getting the clue, "Yeah and to watch you struggle around Aunt Chica."

Her face started to heat up and she turned the hug into a head hold, messing up his hair, "Cállate, punk."

He laughed and she released him. He began to get comfortable in bed again. "Why don't you go out with my Aunt Chica? She really likes you and seems to be very happy around you even though you're kinda a dummy," he said, a teasing grin on his face, but his eyes told her that he was actually genuine about the question.

She then smiled softly, looking down at his space themed blankets. "I-uh-I don't really know. Guess I'm just nervous," she said, not telling the ten year old the real reason. The way she is scared of not being good enough for Chica. Scared of disappointing someone who is so good with her fears. The way that keeping Chica as a friend right now means she won't abandon her if things went wrong in a relationship even though her heart screamed to take the chance. That she didn't deserve her.

"Well," he began to yawn, "you shouldn't be." He was now starting to drift off. "You're great and she..." He trailed off.

"Night punk," she said, turning off his bedside lamp and tucking his arms under the blanket.

She then made her way out of the room to see Chica standing right outside the door. Roxanne froze like a deer in headlights. How much did she hear?

Chica just smiles and nods towards the hallway leading to the living room, silently telling Roxy to follow her. Once they reached the living room, movie still paused, Chica finally spoke. "You're so sweet to him even though you claim to hate him," she said, a light taunting tone to her words.

Roxy rolled her eyes, "I do, brat's annoying, but he is still a kid and kids get scared sometimes so...yeah," Roxy replied, trying to brush off the sensitive moment she just had with the little menace.

Chica only nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Of course," she said in a singsong voice. 

"Wanna continue watching?" she asked, remote in hand and taking her place on Freddy's couch.

"Sure," Roxanne said, sitting next to Chica which allowed for her to lean on Roxanne once more.

They sat and watched the movie for a while longer, Chica snuggling up to her. This time she placed an arm around her. To keep her warm, of course. Sure ya are.

Finally, right before 10 o’clock hit, Freddy entered the home, Monty behind him.

“How was he?” Freddy asked with a smile on his face, concern for his son lining his eyes. 

“He’s already sleeping. He tried waiting for you but the poor kid got sleepy so quick. He had such a fun day. I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” Chica said, getting out of her position on Roxy. Roxy could see Monty shooting her a smirk at the fact, which had her cheeks darken.

“Wonderful. Thank you so much Roxanne and Chica.” He then turned to Monty. “And thank you for the wonderful date, Montgomery.” He gave Monty a hug and kiss on the cheek. This made both Chica and Roxy smile at the two, happy the date went well. “Allow me to see you all out.”

He walked them all to the door, seeing each one of them off. He then went back inside, likely to check on his son before going to bed. Monty stood with the girls for a bit, telling them how the date went in short words, promising to them more when they all got free time together. They then entered their car, leaving only Roxanne and Chica. The two of them chatted with each other the whole ride back to Roxy’s apartment. Finally, it was time for them to part ways and while they didn’t really want to, wishing to have spent more time together, they finally parted. Roxanne laid in bed, thinking over the day. She enjoyed every moment with Chica and surprisingly a lot of moments with Gregory too, even if the little shit took her ice cream. She went to bed, full of pride at being called his older sister. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't see part of herself in the child. She knew now that she would always be there for the kid. And for his dad. And aunt. They were her pack now and she cared about them as much as she cared about Monty. She fell asleep hopeful for what the future held for them all.

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Chica woke up that following Tuesday, taking the morning fully to herself. She did her normal morning stretches, brushed her teeth and drank her coffee. She had already chosen to take a mental health day from classes and work, letting her friends know she wouldn’t be at either for the day. She was picking up Bonnie from the airport afterall and due to all the time she hadn’t seen him, she wanted to spend as much of the day as possible with him. She did miss him and his snarky attitude.

Her mind went back to someone else though, as they often did. Roxanne had entered her mind fully. Now Chica knew that she was quite…aroused by Roxy, could anyone really blame her when Roxanne looked the way she did, but this past weekend showed her more of Roxy that she hadn’t met yet. It was a Roxanne that was smug and charming through a full hearted gentleness. Chica could already tell that Roxy adored Gregory and only played it as annoyance and that previous Saturday proved her right. Watching the two of them argue what kind of helmet he should get in the store was hilarious to her. She was the one that suggested they decorate it with stickers and the way both of their eyes glowed at the suggestion made her wish she had taken a picture.

She set out ingredients to cook a big breakfast for herself. She might as well treat herself. Especially since she was going to lunch with Bonnie and Freddy. The two weren’t on bad terms after their break up, still extremely close but now that Freddy was dating Monty, something he actually made official, she didn’t know how Bonnie would react. Bonnie was always on the more jealous side of things in their relationship.

Thinking about that jealousy brought her mind back to her babysitting escapade once more, remembering the bakayarou from the park. He really tried flirting with her and that had annoyed her greatly. That man had smelt like he hadn’t showered and thought that he could even be in her presence. She knew her worth, so she just ignored him since they would be leaving soon anyways. Then, he had the gall to follow her gaze to where Roxy and Gregory were and made a comment about how Roxanne could probably ‘appreciate a compliment’. That set her off. Now she knew people looked at Roxy, how could anyone not, but this asshole thought he could make a comment about her like that in front of Chica? What an idiot. It was a good thing she had a water bottle with her to give him a bath.

She had already finished making her pancakes and eggs by the time she was smiling smugly at keeping that asshole away from Roxy. And maybe it was the better choice considering how protective Roxy got over her and Gregory after that creep. To Chica, the intimidation had the opposite effect and only lured her closer to Roxy. Thank goodness for the ice cream they had at the moment that helped to cool all the hot thoughts running through her head at that moment.

She set herself up with her food on her small couch, placing it on her equally tiny coffee table before turning on her tv. When she took the first bite of her pancake, she was thrown back once more to the previous Saturday. Making the pizza with Gregory was always fun. She loved teaching the child how to make different foods that he usually wouldn’t be able to make with his father. Freddy was always a much better skilled performer than cook after all, Chica chuckled to herself. She remembered watching how Roxy struggled with her dough, getting frustrated at it much quicker than she should have which made her make more mistakes. Chica wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t hard to watch, but it really did pain her to see Roxy completely ruin the dough. She knew she needed to cheer her up, so she figured teasing might help. And maybe the pinching of Roxy’s cheeks may have overstepped some boundaries. She made a mental note to apologize for it later and tell Roxy that she was a bit of a touchy person. But touching Roxy’s face was also a dangerous game for Chica. It would’ve been so easy to just cup that sharp and attractive face and lean her down to Chica. Thankfully, Gregory was there to remind her of the self control that was slowly dwindling throughout that day.

Chica had finished up her breakfast at that point and still felt hungry. She decided that making herself a fruit salad wouldn’t be so bad, so she began to take out whatever fruits she had. Once she finished making the bowl, she went back to the couch, sitting on it while leaning into one of the armrests. She had tried to watch the show that was playing on her television but as per usual, her mind was sent back, completely this time.

Chica had just finished tucking in Gregory to sleep, leaving with a lullaby accompanied by softs sighs from the boy. She herself wasn’t that tired, wanting to stay up and speak with Roxy till Freddy arrived until her mind hatched a brilliant idea. To cuddle up to Roxanne instead, under the guise of sleepiness. She wasn’t really tired but she had wanted to cuddle with Roxy so badly and she had no idea how to really do it without saying it point blank to her.

When she had returned to the living room, she saw Roxy lying on her side of the couch still, leaning on the armrest. She had taken off some of the jewelry she wore earlier in the day along with her jacket when they first settled down to watch the movie so she had settled herself into a comfortable position. Chica smiled seeing Roxy look so relaxed on the couch and decided to finally go and lay down on her.

Roxy then looked up from her phone, “He out?”

“Yup,” Chica then sat down on the couch next to her. “Let’s finish this movie while we wait for Freddy and Monty to arrive. I hope you don’t mind that I lay on you, I’m also kinda tired.” Chica said, shuffling closer before leaning onto Roxy’s side. Roxy had stiffened up only slightly before relaxing when Chica’s weight was on her.

“Uh no, not at all. I’ll press play then.” Roxy had said, almost stiffly. 

Chica then snuggled up to the girl, actually feeling her mind and body relax. She suddenly felt actually sleepy and so safe lying on Roxy that she actually did begin to drift off. She could hear the tv but her eyes were shut and she knew that she could have stayed like that the entire night. She would have preferred for Roxy to cuddle her back but the fact that Roxy shifted a bit just so Chica could be slightly more comfortable did warm her heart. It was then, when she was drifting into the world of full unconsciousness, when she felt Roxy shift.

Roxy had moved Chica off herself as gently as possible and Chica thought she had messed up, that Roxy was waiting for her to genuinely fall asleep before moving so as not to be rude. Those thoughts were quickly stomped out though the moment a jacket was laid upon her. She cracked one eye open just in time to see Roxy lift Gregory in her arms and  carry him back in the direction of his room.

She then fully allowed herself to wake up, especially since her pillow and heater had just gotten up to take care of the child they were looking over. Chica then went just outside of Gregory’s room to hear whispers of a hushed conversation. She couldn’t hear anything they were saying so she peeked in to see Roxy playing with Gregory before fully tucking him in. The little guy soon drifted off and Roxy turned off his bedside lamp before getting up and heading to the door. Chica knew she had to act quick before Roxanne would know that she was peeking on the tender moment. 

As soon as Roxy entered the hallway, she froze. Chica thought the fearful look on her face was the funniest thing she had seen the entire day. She then nodded for Roxy to follow her back to the living room. Once they got back, they began to watch the movie again, Chica snuggling up to Roxy once more. This time, however, Roxanne had placed her arm around Chica which effectively sent her over the moon. During that moment she had let her mind wander, imagining her future like the day went. Domestic bliss with Roxy. Spending the day together, going to the park, making their own dinners, watching movies and cuddling on the couch. Maybe more.

She immediately shut down the thought, her face completely flushed for allowing her fantasies distract her. She needed to go pick up Bonnie soon anyways. She missed him and his flight would be landing in a couple of hours and she still needed to drive to the airport.

~~~~~~~~~

Chica stood by the baggage claim, waiting for her best friend to arrive. She hadn’t seen him in almost four months. Four whole months without seeing the goofball half-Filipino. She kept an eye on the time and saw that his flight had just landed so she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

Finally, all the people from the most recent arrival began to filter into the bag claim area. There she could finally see him. His freshly dyed purple hair sticking up in all kinds of angles, messy on the top of his head. His eyebrow piercing that twinned Freddy’s own was still in and she was sure that he had moved up a size in his gauges. He was wearing one of his classic retro bowling shirts that hung loosely on his lean muscular frame. His dark brown eyes shined when he saw her and his grin was stretched across his face, showing off all his teeth along with the small gap he had with his front two.

“Bonnie!” Chica shouted, tossing her arms around her taller friend, a stuffed bunny clutched in one hand.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Chica Toriu,” Bonnie said, returning the hug as best he could with one hand holding his carry-on. 

“My full name,” Chica asked, finally pulling away to look up at her friend, cocking her head to the side, “Really?” 

He grinned at that, “Of course! Unless you want me to go with Chicky. Little cluck cluck? How ‘bout Nugget?”

She then tried to shove herself off of him, a humored smile playing on her lips. It only caused him to try and squeeze her tighter to him, “Please, not the chicken themed nicknames.”

He finally released her since he saw his checked bag on the conveyor belt. He began to move towards it, pulling Chica with him so he could still tease her. “Hey, you’re the one that brought me a stuffed bunny, I think it’s only fair that I come after you since I didn’t bring a stuffed chicken for you in return.”

She shook her head good-naturedly, “Oh please, that’s a lie.”

He then gave her one of his goofy grins, “You’re right. I have one in my checked bag for you. Now come on,” he said, grabbing his huge. “Let's drop this stuff off at your place real quick before we go to the studio to meet with Freddy.”

Chica smiled back. “Alright! Let’s go then,” she said, cheering. “I’m so glad to have you back,” she then said gently after keeping pace by his side.

His eyes shone gently when he turned to look over at her. “Me too. It's amazing getting to see you again.” He then threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. “You’re growing up so fast,” he pretended to cry.

“ Silenzio dummy,” she giggled. They made it outside the terminal and headed to the parking lot that Chica had her car at. After getting everything in the trunk and backseat they were ready to head back to Chica’s apartment. “How long are you staying for this time?” She finally asked the question she was dreading. Ever since Bonnie decided to pursue his professional bowling career nearly three years ago, he never stayed longer than a month. 

He then smiled at her softly, “I’m staying longer this time, my sponsors are giving me an actual break this time, as long as I keep up with my training of course. But I will be here to see you get your degree and a little after that.”

She felt relief flood her body. As much as her life was on an upward track right now, she still hoped that he would be there for her. “Great!” 

~~~~~~~~~

They finally made it to the studio after dropping Bonnie’s stuff off at her apartment. He had taken out the stuffed chicken and placed it on the desk she had, adding to the flock that already resided there. The whole ride he spent telling her a funny story about when he had first left and saying there were many more stories to come with lunch.

They were in the car and Bonnie looked at the building in nostalgia. She did as well since this was the building that had many memories of their days as the Glamrock Animatronics. Now it only housed the frontman of the band, who was now focused on making more pop rock songs than all the types of rock they all used to make together. At least the place now housed other talent now, which also included Roxanne, if Chica remembered correctly. Maybe she would get the chance to see her.

They both exited the vehicle ready to head inside until Bonnie paused.

“Wait, do you think the spray art me and Foxy did is still in the garage?” Bonnie asked, looking in the direction of the parking garage, suspiciously. It was weird of him to ask, especially since he never showed great interest in the garage earlier. She guessed he probably saw an old acquaintance heading into the garage to leave for the day and wanted to say hello.

“Probably,” she shrugged. “You can go check it out real quick then. I wanted to say hi to some of the old media team before we went to the studios to look for Freddy.”

“Oh, want to meet at the mini lobby by the studios then?” he asked.

“Sure!”

He smiled down at her, “Alright! I’ll see you inside then so we can meet up with the big softie and head out for an amazing lunch paid for by yours truly,” he said, walking backwards towards the garage, bowing at the end.

She rolled her eyes at him before entering. “Of course, good sir. How kind. See you inside then.”

She was now inside the building and she didn’t lie that she wanted to say hi to some of the media team but if she ran into Roxy, she wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.

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Roxy was running late to her photo shoot at the studio. She had a late start to the day and was completely thrown off schedule and really needed to get to the shoot. She had rolled into the parking garage and parked as quickly as she could but the day obviously was not going to be in her favor.

As soon as she parked her bike, someone called out her name. Or more accurate, an old nickname that she despised, “Twisted!”

She growled at the annoying voice that just called out to her. She chose to instead focus on making sure her motorcycle was parked correctly and put on the anti-theft device that she carried around and put on when she went to sketchy areas. Apparently she would now have to do at the studio since this asshole somehow was allowed in.

“Oh come on, Twisted. You know you wanna talk?” The annoying voice that grated at her ears said.

“Not my name,” she growled out. “And leave me the fuck alone,” she finally looked up to the asshole that was calling to her, “Whitley.” She spat out the name like it was poison in her mouth.

The smug grin on the asshole's face dropped for a second to come back up again, more agitated this time. “Please, we’re friends, right? You can call me Withered. I prefer it anyways.” Before her stood Whitley “Withered” Springer, bane of her existence for the past few years. Now they had once been friends when they were in high school, both ran with each other in the illegal night races that used to be held, him in his old Chevy Camaro and her with Mangle. And from the looks of the car now parked behind him, he upgraded to a Lamborghini. Fucking rich asshole. Those are the perks of money. And yet he was still dressed like he was the lead of a punk rock band that never took off.

She all but snarled at him when he began to move closer to her. “How bout I meet you in the middle and call you Springer,” she snarks. “It’ll also help me keep in mind who I don’t ever want to talk to, all you fucking Springers.” She gives him a large sarcastic smile at that. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she begins to push around him, “I have a photo shoot to get to.”

“Wait, hold on a second,” he reaches out and grabs her shoulder, spinning her around to look him in the face. She immediately smacks the hand off in complete rage once she is fully turned to look at him again.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him closer to her. “Don’t ever touch me again,” she hissed out, “otherwise I’ll punch that gap toothed mouth in so I never have to hear you speak with that grating voice.” She then released her grip and shoved him away from her. “You won’t leave me alone till I hear you out?”

His cheshire grin returns again after the shock and fear fades from his face. He dusts himself off like it had ruined his outfit and begins to speak, “Yup! You see The Jumpscares were hoping to get their keytarist back.”

She barked out in laughter at the statement. “Are you actually being serious right now? Asking me this in the garage of the music studio of Fazbear Enterprises. God, I knew you were stupid but I think this actually takes the cake. I’m contracted as their new solo artist!” She all but yelled at him in the midst of harsh laughter.

It didn’t deter him however, instead his grin grew larger like he expected the response. “Oh I know,” his eyes then began to shine with bargain. “That’s why Afton Industries is offering a larger percentage of whatever earning you are contracted to with Fazbear Ent. William sees the talent that you have and is willing to cut you a deal if you sign with him instead. You get to earn both with the band and as a solo artist. So what do you say?”

She just smiled down at him. “No.”

His smile was starting to crack, “Why not?”

“Because from what I can tell is that he won’t sign The Jumpscares without me joining otherwise you wouldn’t be trying this hard to get me to join. Besides Henry gave me an amazing contract and my first EP release is coming soon so no.”

Even though the grin was still on his face, his eyes showed desperation and it made Roxy internally chuckle. “So what if that's the case, just imagine the fame! The popularity you would get!”

“Sorry, but I don’t hang out with losers, now if you’ll excuse me, I have a photo shoot to get to,” she began to make her way around him.

“Then why are you hanging around that Chica girl,” he said, not knowing the monster he was about to unleash.

“What?” The air turned frigid.

“Yeah, Chica. She was part of the GA and was the least successful solo. I know people around town saying they’ve seen you with her so tell me why that is Miss ‘I don’t hang with losers’, hm?”

Just as she was about to throw her stuff to the ground and absolutely beat him, a shout from the other side of the garage caught both their attention and it sounded to be getting closer.

“Whitley!” Wait, have I heard this voice before? “Goddammit Whitley, I know you’re here! Where are you?” And the owner of the voice turned the corner making Roxanne’s blood run cold.

Are you fucking kidding me? ¡Pinche pendejo! ¡Me cago en la hostia! Just her absolute luck, TWO fucking Springers. She was pretty much livid.

He probably came to save his cousin’s loser ass. Like he even stands a chance? Heh.

Bonnie paused when he saw who his cousin was with. “You,” his face and voice went stoic. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I work here, jackass,” she snarled at him. “Now take your cousin and get the hell out of here, bunny boy.”

She turned to walk to the building, now running extremely late. She hoped that Vanessa wouldn’t get too upset. Maybe she could also tell her that the company needed to tighten security in the garage so people like these two can’t get in and harass artists.

“No, you’re not getting off that easy, Wolf. And don't mock our family animal. I’ll deal with you in a second after I finish chatting with my cousin. Besides, I need to head up to the main building as well to find Chica and Freddy.” Subconsciously, Roxy had brightened at the mention of Chica and to an extent Freddy. That also helped her to remember that as much as she hated Bonnie, she couldn’t do anything about it without disappointing their mutual friends.

“Fine,” she growled, “hurry it up, then.” She then leaned against the wall that was near the elevator.

“Ah no worries, Bronson. I was just about to leave, I finished chatting with Twisted,” she glared, “about a proposition.” He then turned to address her, “offer still stands until your release date. After that I don’t think it will, so choose wisely. And do give Toy a call, she misses you.”

Roxy’s face only scrunched in annoyance, “and tell Catrina, I’ve moved on.”

He only smiled at her in response. He then turned to his cousin, “Now please be sure to be on time to the banquet planned for you at the manor tomorrow, you know how Trapp can get. And why didn’t you tell us you were returning today? We would’ve held it today.”

“I believe you answered your own question,” Bonnie said, crossing his arms at his cousin. “And I’ll be sure to be on time. I also legally go by Bonnie Springer now, not Bronson.”

“Great,” Whitley replied. “And please be dressed appropriately, Bonnie.” And that was the last thing he said before entering his car and driving out of the garage leaving Roxanne with Bonnie.

“Springer.” She says, venom lining her voice.

“Ah, the bitch, nearly forgot about you,” Bonnie responds with scorn. “Is Chica aware of you speaking with Whitley? Or the fact that you were friends with him in the past?”

She stayed silent for a second, knowing that the answer was a resounding no since she didn’t know how Chica would take the news of her being friends with some of the worst haters in the past. She didn’t want Chica thinking she joined in on the mayhem they would cause to the Glamrock Animatronic gigs, even if she did join in only a couple of times. She regretted them full heartedly now. She would hate you. “No. And he was the one who came to me. I broke off contact with him years ago. All you Springers are thorns in my fucking side. Why do you even care?”

“I care because I am practically her older brother. I’m trying to look out for her especially since she loves talking about you–”

“She likes to talk about me,” Roxy asks, joy lighting up her whole body.

In return, he becomes more rigid with fury. “Not my point. The point is I know what you are capable of. The damage you can do, especially to supposed loved ones,” he spits out.

She snarls in full offense, “I would never do anything like that to hurt her. Shows how little you think of me, I always knew I would never be your favorite, but Chica? This shows how little you trust her. And you call yourself her ‘older brother’,” she does with air quotations, “what a joke. She’s smart enough to know if she is getting herself into a bad relationship. I’m pretty sure out of your original band, she’s the smartest, even smarter now after time has passed.” She had gotten up in his face at that point, slowly pushing him backwards with an accusing finger. She began to walk towards the elevator after turning around, pushing the call button. She then turns to look at him again, still slightly stunned in the spot.

He shook it off and was fuming now, “I never said I didn’t trust her, I know that she’s smart. That’s why I think she can do better.”

“At least that’s something we can both agree on…”

He stayed silent after that, not knowing how to rebuttal when there was nothing to argue against. At that moment the elevator dings open and Roxanne steps inside, her heart feeling heavy.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m extremely late to a photoshoot, get your own elevator.” She presses the button that would lead to the floor her studio is on. Just as the door starts to shut, she speaks out again. “I’ll see you around Springer. And do me a favor, come mierda .”

With that the elevator door closes and she feels some tears leak from her eyes. She was already emotionally drained for the day. She didn’t know what she did to deserve the run in with the two Springers who have it out for her the most. She especially didn’t want to have to deal with Bonnie. She understood why Chica would want to spend time with him, but she didn’t fully understand Freddy going with him since Bonnie was the one to break his heart years ago. But she should honestly have expected it from the teddy bear of a man, he’s forgiving. 

~~~~~~~~~

She finally exits the restroom, doing her best to put on her cocky persona, in hopes that no one would see the exhaustion in her body. As soon as she had gotten to her floor, she had rushed to the restroom to splash water on her face and calm down the emotions that had festered in the silence. 

She walked to her little studio room and was surprised to see someone that she wasn’t expecting to be peeking in. 

“Chica?”

Chica had jumped, turning to look at who called her and a wide smile stretched across her face upon seeing Roxy. “Roxy!”

Roxy immediately felt herself flooded with warmth just from seeing that grin. She opened her arms in greeting which Chica immediately jumped into, embracing Roxanne and making Roxy’s face warm. All the hell she went through earlier was suddenly worth it. “What are you doing here?” she asked after getting out of the hug.

“Oh, um, I’m here with Bonnie to pick up Freddy for lunch. Bonnie just came back into town and we all wanted to catch up together.”

That’s right, that asshole mentioned meeting with the two. “Oh really? That’s nice, a meeting between old friends.” She then unlocked her door so she could drop off her stuff before heading to the photoshoot that she was now completely late for. “Wanna come in here for a second while I put away my stuff then you can go return to your friends.”

“Sure,” Chica said, strolling into the small studio and taking a seat on the small couch. “Oh this is such a cute little studio room. So this is where you make your songs? I would love to hear them.”

“And I would love to show them to you but I’m actually super late for a photo shoot now so I’ll have to show you at a later date, if that’s fine.”

“Of course. I kinda barged in here anyways, sorry about that. I should probably go since you’re running so late.” She then began to stand up slowly.

“Don’t worry about that, you can sit for a bit longer. I can walk you to Freddy’s studio if you want before I go to my shoot.” Roxanne tells Chica, getting her to take her seat again.

“Oh don’t worry, I need to meet Bonnie by the mini lobby of the studios so we can find Freddy together,” Chica told her, dropping Roxy’s mood a bit.

“Well I can at least walk you there, it’s on the way to the shoot anyways.”

Chica smiled at that and nodded. She sat and watched Roxy put away her stuff. Roxanne could feel the gentle eyes on her and she wouldn’t lie that it felt good to have all of Chica’s attention. Once she finished putting her stuff away, she stood and held the door open for Chica so they would walk together. They started the walk down the hallway at an extremely leisure pace until a thought made itself loud in Roxanne’s head.

“How’d you know which room was mine?”

Chica’s face began to redden and she looked off to the side shyly while Roxy’s curious eyes looked at her. “Well, I went to say hi to some of the media team and maybe asked them about which studio was yours so I could surprise you. They said that you should be here today so I went to the room.”

“Aww, aren’t you the sweetest?” Roxy began to tease, making Chica’s cheeks even redder.

They eventually made it to the lobby where Bonnie sat, looking at his phone, a slight frown on his face. Good.

“Guess this is my stop then.” Chica said, strolling over to sit next to Bonnie. “Text me later? After your shoot.”

Roxanne shot her a large smile in return, completely ignoring the glare that Bonnie had trained on her. “Of course! I’ll let you know once I’m done, yeah?”

“Sounds great.”

“There you are!” came a shout from none other than Vanessa. “Do you realize what the time is? We needed to get you to makeup almost 40 minutes ago!”

Chica began to chuckle behind her hand and Roxanne shot her a wink to keep her giggling. “Oh sorry Vanessa. I’m on my way now.”

Vanessa shot her an unamused look and looked over to the couches and saw Chica and Bonnie. “Hello Chica, Bonnie. It’s nice seeing the two of you again but if you could avoid distracting my artist, that would be of great help.” She then spun on her toe, heading to the direction of where the photo shoot was set up at. “Now come on, Roxanne. We don’t have all day.”

Roxy looked at Chica again and gave her a shrug. “I’ll see you later then. And you’re always welcome to come visit me at the studio any time you want.”

“I look forward to it! Now come on Bonnie, let’s go look for Freddy,” Chica said, pulling Bonnie up and off the couch. They both then began to head in the opposite direction but not before Bonnie turned to shoot a final glare at Roxy which she returned with an eye roll. 

“Today, Roxanne!”

She then turned around herself and began to walk after Vanessa. As much as the day was a rough start for her, she was extremely happy to see Chica. She was now re-energized for the photo shoot, taking it on with ease and the natural charisma that was rejuvenated.

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Chica walked arm in arm with Bonnie back in the direction of the studios. She was beyond happy at getting to see Roxy and see her little studio. It was very cozy and she was going to be sure to visit the next time Roxanne was working in it. Now her day was officially perfect. She got to see Roxy and now gets to hang out with another two of her favorite people in the world.

They got to the outside of Freddy’s studio and peaked in, seeing him there, headphones on his head and working on a soundboard. Just before Chica could knock, Bonnie grabbed the handle and began to turn it slowly. She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes, and in return he held a finger to his lips, a grin playing on it, and shot her a wink. The door was slowly opened by him and he held it open for her, nodding towards the medium sized couch in the corner of the room. She silently entered behind him, a grin now on her face as well, and he shut the door gently behind her after she was in all the way.

The two of them sat on the couch for a bit, watching as Freddy worked, his back turned to them. He had checked his phone a couple of times, probably expecting a text from one of them but only got a blank screen each time. He would just sigh and go back to the song. He eventually took off the headphones, unplugging them from the system and began to play the melody that he was working on. As Chica and Bonnie listened to it, they both side-eyed the other, mischievous smiles playing on both of their features. As soon as the song finished, they both began to clap and cheer for Freddy, making him jump out of his seat in surprise.

“When did you two get here?!” He said, clutching his chest and looking at the two of them.

“Been here for a while, kinda rude of you not to greet us when we first entered, Fred,” Bonnie snarked at Freddy, making Freddy roll his eyes with a smile. Chica giggled at the teasing while Freddy only shook his head.

“Well since we’re all here, why don’t we go eat and all catch up,” Chica suggested.

“You’re my ride so I gotta go with whatever you say or you’ll leave me,” Bonnie teased.

“Yes, of course. Allow me to just make sure my song progress is saved and allow me to grab my stuff. Would you all like for me to drive us to where we will be eating?” Freddy asked, clicking different buttons to make sure his progress wouldn’t get deleted while they were out. 

“I’m fine with that,” Chica said.

“Yeah, now I’ll fear for my life less,” Bonnie joked. Chica playfully smacked him in the arm, especially since he had actually gotten his license revoked before.

“Excellent!” Freddy then finished making sure everything was safely put away and grabbed his keys, leading the small group out before locking the door. They walked back to the studio’s mini lobby and waited for the elevator together, making small talk. It came to a halt when they heard Vanessa yelling from down the hall.

“You don’t need your phone! Get back to makeup immediately, Roxy!”

They then saw Roxy run past the lobby in the direction of the studios. “Yes, I do Vanessa. I need to post teasers! My fans need to see me! And you said I need to maintain my social media presence!”

Vanessa now made her way into the lobby space, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I regret signing her, sometimes,” Chica could hear her grumble. Vanessa looked at the little assembled group and gave them a small tired wave. Roxy then came running back into the room, phone in her hand now.

“See, quick and easy, Vanessa.” Roxanne grinned. Vanessa immediately turned on her heel and began to walk back to makeup, Roxy in tow. Roxanne sent one last wave before following after Vanessa. “Oh come on, no need to be so cold.”

“You literally could have just logged into your accounts on my phone.”

“Yeah but I don’t remember my password for some of them…”

And that was the last of what they could hear from that conversation. Freddy smiled fondly in the direction they went, as did Chica, but Bonnie’s face had the corner of his mouth quirked up in disapproval. The elevator dinged which allowed for them to go to the garage where Freddy was parked.

They finally made it to Bonnie’s favorite restaurant and all sat down in a spot that they would call theirs. The conversation in the car from the studio was lively but when Freddy had tried to talk about Roxy, Bonnie was not happy about it which caused both Chica and Freddy to share a look that said not to bring her up until Bonnie was more relaxed. Both were curious as to why after all, especially since he seems to know her from the past while the two of them had only met her in the past few months.

“So Bon, how have you been? I will not lie, I have missed you,” Freddy said, getting the conversation going after they finally sat.

Bonnie then smiled, already knowing what exactly he was going to order. “I have been great, Freddy. This last season was one of my best and I think that they may be considering having me for the national team. I am one of the most sponsored players right now after all. So I actually have a good story about my last tournament. So I was playing a seven-badger all up until I got a 7-10 split, now those ones are hard for anyone, even me, but there was a heckler in the crowd. And of course it got me upset, this heckler really thinks that I would choke up because he kept trying to make me mess up. So I had swapped hands in order to get that bass-player wrist action in the throw and bam! A perfect spare. It had actually hit one of the pins out of its area, I didn’t even know it could do that. So one of the lane attendants went to retrieve it and toss it back so it could be reset with the others before I asked if I could have it. They said sure and once I had it, I turned to the heckler and tried giving it to him. The guy was so embarrassed that he walked off, leaving his ball there, which I then used to finish off the game with. He returned after to apologize but I think the lesson was learned. Hopefully. I almost kept the ball as collateral.”

That got him eye rolls from both Chica and Freddy. Their friend just needed to brag about his skills at every opportunity and loved proving people wrong out of spite.

“You did give the ball back right?” Freddy asked.

“Yes, I’m not a huge asshole, just a moderate one.” Bonnie smirked, reaching out a hand to cover Freddy’s with. “Unless you want me to be,” he said in an almost flirting tone.

Now Chica did not know what was going to happen next. Freddy and Bonnie had dated back when they first formed the band. The two of them loved the other so much and it was obvious to anyone that watched them. Chica knew Bonnie before she ever met Freddy, and he would always talk to her about the brown haired boy who was really sweet and a little dumb with the deep voice of an angel. It was almost sickening if she weren’t so happy for him. Then she finally joined them in high school and that was when she formed the band with the two of them and Foxy, a close friend of Bonnie’s as well. She was the youngest, Bonnie and Freddy two years older than her and Foxy a year older than them. She had adored her time with them and after Bonnie and Freddy graduated, the band began to take off. That was when the two of them took a break the first time, both getting stressed by the overwhelming fame they were getting at their age and all the eyes on their relationship, but they were still very flirtatious with one another.

It wasn’t until after Foxy left that the two of them were officially together again, which was a year after Chica had graduated. The three of them did their best to keep the band going after that and she wouldn’t lie that she had felt like a third wheel a lot of the time. It was tough on her but she loved playing with them so much, music was her passion. It still was, but that fire hasn’t been genuinely tended to in some time. Then some time after Chica turned 22, the group was starting to struggle. Bonnie wasn’t as passionate about playing bass anymore, wanting to get into being a professional bowler. Freddy wanted to adopt a child that he had found abandoned on the street one day, putting a strain on his relationship with Bonnie, and was being asked if he would like a try at a solo career along with the band. Chica didn’t like that time of her life a lot, it brought bad memories of all she struggled with at that time.

Luckily, she was snapped out of her reminiscing when Freddy let out a nervous chuckle and pulled his hand away from Bonnie’s. Oh yeah, that’s why I went on a trip down memory lane. These two aren’t together anymore and this is the first time one of them got into a serious relationship that wasn’t with the other. Freddy then scratched the back of his neck, leaving a confused Bonnie to stare at him.

“Bonnie, as much as I’m flattered by you, I must inform you that I am currently in a relationship right now,” Freddy said, slightly sheepish.

“Oh,” Bonnie replied blankly. “Really now?” Chica could not tell how he was taking the news. She knew that he still loved Freddy and Freddy still loved him, but Bonnie had left Freddy heartbroken two years ago when his ambitions called to him stronger. Freddy understood ambition but it still didn’t stop his heart from crumbling. Thankfully, he was able to put all his love into caring for Gregory. And Chica was glad that Gregory wasn’t here since he knew how Bonnie broke his dad’s heart.

“Yeah,” Freddy still scratched the back of his neck, a light blush dusting his face. “He is sweet and maybe a little vile but they are oh so funny.” Freddy began to smile while describing Monty. It made Chica smile.

Bonnie shifted in his seat, curiosity furrowing his brows, “Oh and who is this fellow that has won your affections?”

Freddy began to blush more and Chica decided to swoop in to rescue him. “Um,” Bonnie turned to look at her, only slight hints of jealousy in his eyes but no resentment, “you actually know them.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she began, “our Freddy Bear here is actually seeing Montgomery Gator.”

Bonnie shifted back into his seat in surprise, an unreadable expression on his face, “Really?” Freddy nodded in response. Bonnie then pulled out his phone, searching for something. Once he found it, he turned the phone around to show them a picture of Monty flexing at the gym. “This guy?”

Now it was Freddy’s turn to be shocked, “Yes, that’s him. Why do you have a picture of him shirtless?”

Bonnie’s face darkened and he turned to look off somewhere that wasn’t either of the pairs of eyes looking at him. “Uh, that’s not important.” He then turned the phone back around, getting his blush under control, making Chica chuckle slightly. “Anyways, I’m happy for you,” he said to Freddy, genuinely, “They are a real amazing guy, his taste in friends however…”

“What is wrong with his friends?” Freddy asked.

Bonnie’s face shifted into a look of half disgust and half annoyance. “They are mostly jerks and assholes–”

“Hey!” Chica exclaimed, since she is one of Monty’s friends.

“Not you.” He shot her a gentle glare for interrupting. “His other friends. They were not the group that he should be involved with. Troublemakers and jerks. The kinds of people that were friends with my cousin,” he said, disgust evident in his voice.

That made Chica frown a bit. Monty seemed to be kind, despite having slight anger issues, and definitely not the type of person to hang with Whitley and his little gang. “I don’t think he talks to them at all since you’ve last heard, he’s close friends with this band called Mediocre Melodies. I’ve met them and they are good company if a little rowdy.” Chica supplied.

Bonnie smiled at that news, “Good. He moved on to better friends then. I’m happy for them.”

“And his best friend Roxanne,” Freddy started, “is quite the good person. She may be a little rude sometimes but she has been a delight to work with. She also is very kind to Chica,” Freddy nudged her gently at that. “And also takes very well care of Gregory even if she acts like she hates him.”

Bonnie’s nose scrunched up at the mention of Roxy, “Tsk, I doubt it. She’s trouble, no doubt. I wouldn’t place much trust in her. Honestly, Monty could have a better best friend than her if they wanted.”

That made Chica upset. She bit her tongue before saying something rude to Bonnie for insulting Roxanne who has been nothing but respectful and kind to her since their first meeting. Instead, she smiled at Bonnie, “Maybe you shouldn’t judge her too harshly. Everyone makes mistakes in the past and can change for the better, maybe you shouldn’t be childish Bonnie.” She loved Bonnie but sometimes he did need a reality check and she always tended to deliver those to him.

The table went silent for a moment before their food was brought out to them. They all began to eat the food and switched the conversation to other topics instead. As much as Chica wanted to know why Bonnie hated Roxanne, she didn’t want to ruin the mood of their reunion. Once they were done, Freddy drove them all back to the studio and parted ways with them, returning to his work. They then drove back to Chica’s apartment, both of them teasing and being playful but there was a huge avoidance of the topic relating to Chica’s newest friend.

~~~~~~~~~

Later that night, Chica prepared for bed. She had cooked dinner for herself and Bonnie, both of them enjoying it. The minimally hostile atmosphere was pretty much gone, almost as if it had never been there in the first place. She had given him a blanket and pillows so he could sleep on the couch for the night before heading to Springer Manor the next day. She promised to cook breakfast for them in the morning before leaving for her classes and he promised that this break between seasons, he would spend more time with her and Freddy than previous times. Even possibly try and establish a bond with Gregory. As she thought about that all, she felt her phone buzz and give off a small chime of her receiving a text.

🏆1st Place Roxstar

Tuesday, 10:27pm

why must photoshoots take so lonnnnng

thats what happens when u get to them late ;P

but it wasnt even my fault

traffic gets bad sometimes

u have a motorcycle??

cant u just weave between cars??

lol yea

then?

lazy

omg

how was ur shoot?

it went well

Vanessa kept being annoyed with me the whole time

tbh it was funny

ur gonna singlehandedly lead her to an early retirement

>:/

not single handedly

Gregory will help >:)

oh no she has to deal with 2 troublemakers

ur a bad influence

Gregory has you and Freddy to be good influences

he needs a helping of bad ones too

may the 2 of u have mercy on the rest of us

lol

howd your little lunch go with 3/4 of the GA

went well!!

thx for asking

Bonbon doesnt seem to like u tho…

ehhh yea

I used to be kinda a jerk

hung out with his asshole cousin whitley

hope you dont think less of me for it

not at all

u grew and changed so i appreciate that about you

shows more of ur character

youre so sweet I think I’ll get cavities

oop too late

need to schedule an appt with my dentist before my mv filming now

XD sooooo overdramatic

when is ur mv filming anyways

this weekend

Good luck!

also be sure to sleep a lot before going

why?

mv filming is painful

so good luck ^o^

wdym painful?

itll be fun!

Chica please answer

ur probably tired

ill let you get to sleep

Chica you better tell me

bye ^_^

Chica closed her phone and giggled before tucking herself into bed a bit. Her phone screen lit up again and she could help checking it.

fine dont tell me 

you better visit me then

of course

just text me when and where

now you wanna speak

but fine, I’ll let you know

goodnight

goodnight!!!

After that, Chica rolled over, a huge smile on her face. She really hoped she could also see the photoshoot pictures and was very excited for Roxy’s journey. She hoped she could be there for all of it. And then she drifted off into sleep.

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Roxanne was really fucking tired. She fucked up and that was on her. She had slept in late the day after her photo shoot, which incidentally threw her completely off schedule. She luckily only had a late shift at the garage, helping her dad just move stuff around. After that, she wouldn’t have to worry about much for the garage since she already told her dad about her quickly filling schedule of things to do for her first EP. He was very proud. And annoyed at losing her as a worker, but she knew that he was very happy to see her pursue her dreams.

She also still had another race for that Friday that she hadn’t done much training for yet, so she was hoping that she would get the time before heading to the studio to go into meetings about her upcoming music video filming and choosing from the photo shoot her cover art for the EP. She also really wanted to get a hold of the photo shoot before it would go public, she knew that she looked hot in them and wanted to bask in them for herself.

Well she decided she might as well start her day and head to the garage. She wanted to get as much stuff done and out of the way before her filming especially since Chica was so adamant about wishing her luck. It was just a measly music video filming.

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Mistakes were made.

Roxanne was exhausted. She would think she would learn after the photo shoot, but she had proven herself wrong. The rest of her week went well. She got her garage work done, all the meetings for her EP went well and she was able to train for that week's race. The mistakes came when she had made the stupid decision to go out and celebrate with Monty and the Mediocre Melodies crew afterwards. She wasn’t going to go, especially since Chica told her that it was going to be painful. She was finally able to get answers from Chica as to why it would be painful, the answer being to sleep a lot before going to the filming. But, then she went with the others and stayed out very late drinking.

She did not get home until almost 4am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am. I’m such a fucking idiot. Yeah, you are. Ughhhh shut up. So she had the bright idea of calling Vanessa at 4 in the morning to tell her to push the filming to a later time. Now Vanessa was known to not have patience and having her rest disrupted by one of her clients did not make her happy. She instead told Roxy that she would just pick her up so she wouldn’t drive to the study and that they would still start at 8.

“Why…” Roxy groaned out over the phone.

“Because the makeup and wardrobe crews will already be there at eight and I am not going to call them all and tell them to delay because you decided to stay out late and party.”

“But Vanessa…”

“Goodnight, see you at seven.”

The line then went dead and Roxy flopped backwards onto her bed. This is going to be hell. She then immediately knocked out but was luckily smart enough to set an alarm for 6:15, hoping that would give her enough time to get ready for when Vanessa picked her up.

She finally woke up, her alarm blaring at her to wake up for the past 10 minutes and jumped out of bed. She rapidly took a shower and got her bag ready, not wanting to be late for when Vanessa arrived. And she could still feel the alcohol in her system. Thankfully, she wasn’t hungover but what she felt was probably worse since she still felt drunk. Today is not going to be fun. And I’m really hungry now.

Vanessa called her to come down and then they both left to go to the studio. They needed to go there first since Roxanne needed her clothes and makeup done then they would head to the nearby set of the music video. Since this was her first one, the company chose not to be grandeur in her set. She was fine with it since all the grandeur they needed was her anyways.

“Yeesh, you look rough,” Vanessa told her the moment she entered the car.

“I literally called you at 4 in the morning, what makes you think I got any rest,” Roxy said.

“Did you not go to sleep until 4?” Vanessa asked incredulously. Roxanne nodded. “I just thought you woke up randomly after getting back from partying to ask for a delay. Dear lord, you are in for a world of hurt today.”

“Can we get breakfast?” Roxy asked, already feeling the effects of her mistake. “I still feel a little drunk,” she whined.

“Nope.” Roxanne pouted. “You dug this grave, now lay in it. Besides we are already running a little late, you took a while coming down and the makeup team will be at the studio soon. Sooner we get filming done with, sooner you can rest. Probably.”

“Ughh, por favor, yo hambre,” Roxy pleaded, holding her stomach which was starting to protest more. She also knew it would help to sober her up and god did she need it for the long day ahead.

“I’m gonna guess you’re saying you’re hungry but should’ve thought of that before staying up late and drinking. Just call a friend of yours to come bring you food at the studio. Just let me know who they are and I’ll ask the front desk to give them clearance. Text them now while we drive over there.”

Roxanne pulled out her phone and stared at her messages for a minute. She knew that texting the Mediocre Menaces group chat would get her no answers, except from possibly Happy but Happy would likely ignore her in favor of more sleep anyways. She had some messages between her and her dad about her race. There was also Freddy who she could text but since it was a weekend he would likely be with Gregory and she did not feel like seeing that little shit this early. Besides who am I kidding, the choice was already made the second I pulled out my phone.

She clicked on Chica’s name and typed out a message to her, asking if she would be kind enough to bring her breakfast burritos to the studio. Roxanne was a little shocked to get a quick response but Chica did seem to be a bit of an early bird. Chica chastised her over text about not eating before leaving for filming before agreeing to bring her the food and keep her company until the filming would begin. She told Roxanne that she would likely have to leave in order to go to work.

“So you got somebody to bring you food?” Vanessa spoke up as they pulled into the garage.

“Yup, Chica’s gonna bring me food.”

“Oh good, I don’t need to let the front know then, she already has clearance to enter. Now come on, let's get this video filmed.”

They both left the car and headed to the elevator to lead them up to the floor where Roxanne would be getting her makeup done. They both make it to the makeup room and half the makeup team is there, ready to help make Roxy more camera ready than she already was. She sat there for a while, letting the crew work on her face when she finally heard the greeting of Chica.

“Hey everyone! I brought you all breakfast.” Chica said, entering the room.

“Hi Chica,” they all brightly greeted back to her. Roxy should have guessed that they all knew her, especially since she was friends with Freddy and already had clearance to enter. Chica then placed down the big bag full of breakfast burritos on one of the free tables before taking out a few and bring in them over to Roxy.

She sat down on the free chair next to Roxanne’s. “And here’s your specially requested burrito, ma’am,” she said, holding out a wrapped one for Roxy to grab.

Roxy smiled. “You are an absolute angel!” She could feel the alcohol take over again, she needed to eat before she blurted out anything embarrassing like, “I could kiss you right now.”

Chica’s face immediately reddened. “Ummm uh…” You fucking idiot, she doesn’t know what to say to that. Apologize. “I um I actually woul—“

“I’m sorry,” Roxy blurted, effectively cutting off Chica before she could vocalize her discomfort. “Didn’t mean to say that out loud, I’m actually a little drunk right now. I know you told me to get rest before I film the mv but I had a race yesterday and my friends all wanted to go out and celebrate since I went with you and Freddy and Monty and Gregory to dinner last week instead.” She was rambling. “So I went with them to Music Man’s bar and I didn’t mean to stay out so late with them and didn’t mean to drink that long and didn’t get back to my apartment till 4 in the morning. Then I called Vanessa to ask if we could push back the time but we couldn’t so she said she would pick me up instead,” she just didn’t know how to stop the rambling. “Then she said no breakfast but I’m really tired and still drunk and very hungry and I need to sober up so I asked you since you really are an angel and wait. Did you buy these burritos for all of us?”

Chica did not look like she processed most of what Roxanne was saying. “Wait, so you’re still a little drunk right now?”

“Yes Chica.” Roxy also already forgot what she was ranting about. “So smart, but answer. Did you pay for all this food yourself?”

“Yes? Why are you so concerned about that?” Chica asked, wondering how that related to anything.

Roxanne looked at her like it was obvious. “Because you didn’t need to do that. Let me pay you back, I’m the one who asked you to bring me food, it’s only right that I pay for it.”

“But I wanted to get you something for your first music video filming and the food was supposed to be a nice gesture for everyone.”

“Yes but I asked you for breakfast and showed that beautiful kindness to us all. Besides, I know how much this can change your budget, so please let me pay you back.” She tried to reach for her bag in order to give Chica the money. Chica instead grabbed her wrist and firmly held it. Roxy could then feel her face begin to heat up from the contact.

“I refuse.” Chica looked her directly in the eye, determination burning in her blue ones. How is she the prettiest and hottest person I’ve ever met. “Besides, as much as I appreciate your concern for my budget, the budgeting for food is huge. But if you’re so insistent on paying me back you could always buy for me next time we go out.” Roxy still hadn’t broken contact with Chica’s mesmerizing blue eyes so she saw the next idea bloom to life in them. “Or maybe give me a sneak peak of that photo shoot you did…”

Roxanne gulped from the way Chica was looking at her. Does she? Is she? Is she interested in me, too? Her face was starting to definitely darken the longer she stared at Chica.

“Alright why is nothing getting done.” Vanessa had entered the room while it was in standstill. Roxy then realized that everyone had paused what they were doing to watch her and Chica, both of their faces flushing, now from embarrassment rather than the tension that was there earlier. Vanessa then looked at the two of them, unimpressed and sighed. “Look I don’t care if you two flirt but we are on the clock right now and I don’t want to have to stay longer than we need to film. Chica, if you continue to distract my talent, I will have to ask you to leave for the day.” 

“Um,” Chica then pulled her hand away from Roxanne, making Roxy whine internally, and lounged in the chair that she sat in. “Sorry. I brought you all breakfast, feel free to have one Nessa. And I promise to stop being a distraction, instead I’ll be here to give an ex-rockstar’s input on makeup and wardrobe.”

Vanessa pinched the bridge of her nose then nodded. “Alright, fine, you can stay then. And thank you for breakfast. I’ll be back for her,” she pointed at Roxanne, “soon so wardrobe can take care of her.” She then left the room, everyone a buzz to work.

Roxy then turned to look at Chica and they both began to laugh.

“You really are going to lead her to an early retirement,” Chica giggled out.

“ Me? I believe she was more upset with you than she was me. Now let me eat that burrito, I’m starving here.”

After that, Roxy ate and could feel herself sober up. They got through makeup and hair seamlessly, the two of them bantering with each other and the others to pass the time. Eventually, true to her word, Vanessa returned to pick up a now mostly sober Roxanne to whisk her off to wardrobe, Chica following close behind. They showed her the outfits they had planned for the video and she was glad to see a racing theme incorporated into each one of them. She knew that they needed to be themed that way since the set was going to be made to look like a racing garage. Chica gave her input on which ones looked best on her and what tweaks should be made depending on the direction of the video but it was soon time to start filming.

They all headed to the warehouse once Roxy was ready and began to film Roxy’s first ever video. Chica soon left after then it was time for her to really get to work.

~~~~~~~~~

It was Sunday evening and they had finally finished with the filming and she was dead on her feet. Chica wasn’t kidding when she said that filming a music video was like torture. She had spent her entire Saturday filming in the warehouse and then a great portion of her Saturday night was out in the cold to film some shots that the director had wanted to use pyrotechnics for. Those pyrotechnics, however, did not help against the chill of the night and neither did her outfit for that scene. At least she hopefully looked cool.

She was excited to see the final product but she felt that she was already tired of her song. The rest that she got between Saturday and Sunday had not been nearly enough for her, especially since she had slept on her couch before being forced to return back to the studio to complete the filming. It would always start and stop then start and stop then start and stop again once she got back to the set. She felt like she was going crazy after each take. She even had to redo one part almost 20 times since she wasn’t showing the right emotions for those zoom ins. They eventually got all the parts needed though but she was not excited to film any new music video soon. Why couldn’t it have been her mostly lip-synching for it instead of showing her as the badass racer she was.

Because you chose to go with a loose storyline instead of a simple lip synch, dumbass. Oh, yeah.

Well it was all over and she was very thankful for it to be over. She was also happy when Chica and Monty came by after their shared shift to bring her food from their restaurant, providing a breather from the refreshment table food offered to her. They both stayed and watched part of the filming before they both left to find the comfort of their own beds. Freddy and Gregory also stopped by that Sunday morning after she had finished getting her makeup and hair redone. She had apologized to Freddy for all the teasing she did to him the time he returned to the studio after doing a music video filming once and he accepted the apology with a chuckle. Gregory had then been a little shit to her before he pulled out a small black and white checkered bandana saying it was a finish flag since she was getting closer to the end of filming. She would never admit that the gesture actually gave her energy for the next few hours of filming.

Now, she was back in her apartment, in her normal clothes and ready to knock out. But before she did, she opened up the file that held all of her photo shoot pictures that she was able to get before finally being allowed to leave and take a day off from visiting the studio. She then began to text Chica, asking if she had any tips for how to be interviewed for her album and if she would like to be there for it. Once more she got an immediate response from the other woman and smiled. Chica had told her to tell her when and where and she’ll be there to support her at the interview alongside Freddy and Vanessa. That reminded Roxy to get a gift for Vanessa. She thanked Chica but not before sending her the link to her photo shoot, then she drifted off to sleep.

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Chica was in a daze. She had been since the moments she saw Roxanne sitting in her makeup chair. Since the moment Roxy had called her an angel and said she could kiss her. She had been about to say that she would not mind kissing her at all, instead she actually looked forward to feeling Roxy’s lips against hers, imagining it for weeks at that point. Then, Roxy revealed that she was actually a little drunk and that confused Chica’s poor little heart.

There’s a saying that goes: a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, right? But people also tend to do things that they would never do when drunk. And she just didn’t know which was the truth from Roxanne. It was very cute to see Roxy ramble to her though. Then there was the shine in her eyes when she wanted to repay Chica for the food, which was real sweet, but Roxy had stared at her so deeply with those golden eyes, like she couldn’t get enough of looking at Chica. And it confused her so much as to what Roxy felt for Chica. She had been so sure that the gorgeous biker was interested in her.

She then had received messages from Roxy once her filming was complete, asking if she could be there during her first interview. She didn’t even fully understand why Roxy wanted Chica there since she has done interviews before for her racing and not to mention Freddy already said he would be there as support. The only reason she could guess for the request of her presence was that Roxy just wanted her there, possibly for her nerves since this interview would be different from a sports interview. She didn’t mind, she wanted to offer as much support for Roxy in her journey to stardom.

Then Roxy had randomly sent her the pictures of her photo shoot which practically sent Chica into freefall. She was so good looking and each photo captured that perfectly. The pure allure that Roxanne Wolf exuded with each step, each glance, each movement, captured by a camera. It held no flame to the real thing of course and none of them captured that softer side that Chica had been constantly seeing but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like the pictures. And if she made her favorite one, which was a photo of Roxy showing off the classic wolfish grin while wearing a leather jacket and hanging a checkered flag over one shoulder, her new home screen, who would judge.

She also didn’t know who she could talk to with about the confusing signals she was getting from Roxanne. Bonnie obviously hated her, so he was an obvious no. Freddy only offered her support and as sweet as that was, it wasn’t what she needed to help her evaluate what Roxy felt. Monty had only told her to just ask her out after they had stopped by the music video filming together but she didn’t want to get rejected so she needed solid proof that her feelings were returned. She was making it extremely obvious to Roxy how interested she was that even Vanessa noticed and complained accordingly about it.

She shook the thought from her head. Maybe she could talk to Baby about it. Actually, scratch that idea, Baby would only tease her and be no help like Monty. Ballora it is then. Besides, she wouldn’t be seeing Roxy in person till Wednesday, which is the day of her interview. That gives her at least three days to get her emotions sorted before having to see that absolutely gorgeous woman again. She should be, would be out of her daze by then, she needed to be.

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Her classes had just finished that Wednesday morning and Roxy had just texted her that she had already had lunch at the company and to meet her at the television studio at 3:00pm the latest. So she decided to have a quick lunch with Ballora and Baby since she was still frazzled about Roxy.

She had talked with Ballora about her situation on Monday morning and Ballora told her to give her a day to think of solutions. Come Tuesday morning and Baby comes up to her telling her opinions on the situation. Honestly, Chica should have known that Ballora would have told Baby about her situation. It wasn’t that she minded but the Baby’s words of “just go for it” didn’t feel enough for her.

So here she was sitting across the booth from both Baby and Ballora before she went to the tv studio.

“I’m just saying, we met her once and she was all over you Chica, just ask her,” Baby said between bites.

“I agree with her being all over you, but Elizabeth you must consider the mixed signals that Roxanne has also been giving Chica,” Ballora added her input. Instead it only made Chica groan internally at the truth of that statement.

“Yeah, but they’ve also been eating lunch together a lot, like Lora, are you really going to tell me those aren’t dates?”

Ballora said nothing, only turning to Chica to see what her answer was. Chica, instead, looked down at the second half of her sandwich and half empty fries before sighing. “That’s just us getting lunch, would you guys call every time I go with you to lunch, individually, a date?” Chica didn’t even know why she was so defendant. 

“Well, no,” they answered simultaneously. 

“But don’t you wish they were?” Baby asked. “I mean, why would you not want to call it a date?”

Chica was stumped, she didn’t know why she wouldn’t call it a date. “Maybe you are scared,” Ballora supplied, making Chica’s head snap up. “If you think about it that way, it would make sense. You likely feel that by calling it such you are trying to make something be there when there isn’t. At least nothing beyond friendship is there yet.”

Chica figured that that made sense. “I guess you’re right, Ballora. Ugh, I hate this. Why must she have such a great personality along with that stellar body that makes me want to date her so bad?”

All she felt was Baby pat her head before trying to sneakily eat one of her fries. Chica promptly grabbed her hand before it could retreat of course and grabbed the fry back and tossing it in her mouth, glare on her face.

“It was worth a shot,” was all Baby gave as a defense. They soon finished eating and spoke about other things, Chica feeling like she was at least a little more centered now. Once they paid, they said bye to each other and went their different ways. Chica did have a rockstar to go relax for an interview after all.

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She parked outside of a very familiar television studio. She had gotten there 30 minutes before 3 o’clock so she just needed to get to the main entrance, meet with either Vanessa or Freddy and then she would be led to Roxy’s dressing room. She was curious to how Roxy had dressed for her first sit down interview. She then exited her car.

As she began to walk towards the studio, she heard a familiar voice shout out to her. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that little ol’ Chica Toiru!”

Chica turned around immediately, a huge grin stretched across her face. “Indeed it is! And how are you Ms. Helen Henny?”

Helen immediately pulled her into a hug. “As great as any talk show host can be! And how are you my little chick? Or should I call you my little pullet now?”

Chica was finally released from the hug and giggled. “Well whichever you choose to call me, you’ll still be a mother hen.”

“My little pullet then.” Helen smiled at Chica. “How have you been, dear?”

Chica could feel her smile stretching her face. She had met Helen with the Glamrock Animatronics when she was roughly 17. Helen had taken an immediate liking to her and always went out of her way to make Chica feel welcomed and have a spot to shine. “I’ve been doing great! Been going to school to get a degree and plan on opening my own dance studio.”

“Oh look at you being a hard worker! I’m so proud. Is that why you didn’t go into music like Freddy did?”

It was an innocent question, Chica knew that, but it still made her freeze up. The truth was that she desperately did want to continue performing when the group disbanded. She wanted to continue to feel the glare of spotlights on her as she shredded her guitar, wanted to hear the roar of a crowd, wanted to see her best friends performing next to her. But her attempt at going solo…She didn’t like to remember it. “Yes. Both Bonnie and Foxy wanted to pursue other things and I wanted to give it a try myself.”

“And that’s perfectly fine dear. Look at me, I used to be a beloved Broadway singer then I joined Munch’s band and now here I am as a talk show host. I love each era I went through, helped me grow, met Chuck thanks to it. You never know where the next step will lead you! Speaking of, what brings you here to Showbiz Studios my little pullet?”

Finally, a bit of a topic change. “Well, you see Helen, I’m actually here for my friend who is going to be on your show this afternoon.”

“But Freddy isn’t who I’m interviewing…” Helen then paused for a moment. “But, that girl from his company is. What was her name again? Oh! Roxanne Wolf, correct?” Chica nodded, her smile becoming gentle at the mention of Roxy. “Oh I know what that smile means. I’m so happy for you. My interview with her now will also be an interrogation to make sure she’s good enough for my little pullet.”

Chica felt her face flush, understanding that Helen assumed they were already a couple. “Actually Helen, we’re not a couple. I wish we were but I don’t know if she’s even interested. She’s been giving me mixed signals and its confused me terribly and ugh.”

Helen pulled Chica back into a hug and began to smooth Chica’s hair while gently shushing her. It actually made Chica laugh since she was only mildly frustrated and not on the verge of tears, Helen knew that as well and chose dramatics to cheer her up regardless. “Good thing she’s getting interviewed then. I’ll be sure to ask her about her dating availability and if she has anyone on her mind. You know I don’t normally do that but I’ll make an exception for you, hon.”

“Oh you don’t really have to,” Chica said, still smushed in the hug.

“Nonsense. A great musician and athlete caught your eye and she must be nice if she was able to keep your attention, I must simply make sure she is the best for my little Chica!” She then let Chica out of the hug, holding her in front of herself by the shoulders. “My little baby’s in love.”

Chica flushed completely at that, her face burning red. “She is the best, how could I not fall in love.”

Helen smiled at her softly, her eyes starting to shine. “Now I definitely need to make sure that she is good enough for you. I’m so happy for you Chica. I remember the joy of when Chuck and–”

She was cut off by a shout from the door. “There you are!” It was Vanessa’s voice. She soon ran over to where Chica was standing with Helen. “Hello, Ms. Henny, pleasure to see you again.” She politely shook Helen’s hand, trying to keep professional. She then turned to Chica, “Glad to see you here. She is freaking out right now and Freddy is running late. I need to go to the studio and pick up part of the wardrobe that she forgot so I would appreciate it if you could go calm her down.” She got it all out in a rush as she pulled out the keys to her car.

“Um sure, of course. Where exactly is she in the building?”

Before Vanessa could answer, Helen spoke up, “I can show you where, Vanessa should go get that missing piece. I know how it feels to have part of your publicity outfit missing, so off you go.” Vanessa nodded and rushed to her vehicle. “Now come along, dear.”

Together they entered the tv studio together. Helen led Chica through the maze of backrooms, taking her to the guest dressing room which had a temporary placard of ‘Roxanne Wolf’ labeled on it.

“Well, here you are. I shall see you around Chica,” Helen began to walk off, likely to her own dressing room. She then turned around, dropping her voice to whisper, “Go get your girl.” Then continued her walk down the hall.

Chica took a few moments to compose herself before knocking on the door and entering. She walked in to see Roxanne dressed in a red suit jacket, small spikes lining the lapels, her black leather pants were stylized to include checkered lines running down the sides, her heels giving her another few inches to her already tall frame. Chica nearly evaporated on the spot.

“You’re the best. You’re beautiful. Everyone is going to be watching you. Everyone is going to love you. Everyone is going to want to be you,” Chica could hear Roxy mumble to herself in the mirror, a slight nervousness leaking into her confident voice. “Just redo this makeup and you’ll be perfect.” Her hand then twitched, messing up the wing Roxy was attempting to do. “Grragh! Stupid thing!” She clutched the pencil tight in her hand, glaring down at it.

Chica then got to see her makeup, most of which was messed up. She then decided to make her presence known and cleared her throat, startling Roxanne. “Need some help?”

“ Mierda, Chica. You scared me. But um yeah I could probably use some help.” She then put the pencil down and sat back in the chair, spinning in it to face Chica. Chica gulped, hard , after seeing how Roxy looked in the outfit while reclining in the chair, those golden eyes staring up at her. She then grabbed the makeup bag and pencil from in front of the mirror and moved closer to where Roxy was sitting.

“What happened to your makeup, anyways?” She was trying for conversation so she could ignore the rapid beating of her heart. “Shouldn’t the company have already done it for you?”

“Yeah,” Roxy said lowly as Chica neared her face with a makeup wipe to clear off all the work that was already slightly ruined. “I accidentally ruined it earlier, don’t ask how.”

“How?” Chica asked anyway, a playful smirk on her face as she took out the primer in order to pat it on Roxy’s face.

Once Chica finished putting on the primer, Roxy answered. “Seriously?” She gave Chica a look.

Chica only smiled cutely and decided to ask again, “Please?” She batted her eyelashes for good measure. “If it’s embarrassing I won’t tell anyone, promise.” She then began to prepare the foundation.

Roxanne sighed out, “I uh kinda was getting nervous earlier and so I decided to splash my face with water to cool myself down. I happened to forget the makeup was on and didn’t put the setting powder on it yet so down the drain a good portion of it went. And I also know that they do it a certain way for the cameras and everything so I ended up messing it up more in a panic.” She was nervously looking away from Chica.

Chica gently grabbed her chin and turned Roxy back to her. “It’s fine to get nervous sometimes, you know, don’t beat yourself up over it.” She then began to put the foundation onto Roxy’s face with a sponge. “Besides, don’t you do interviews all the time?”

“Yeah, but those interviews are different. Those are right after or before I race and they tend to be very technical for the race. This one isn’t just about my performance but the meaning of my music and honestly I’m a little scared. This one is also gonna dive a bit into my personal life and I don’t really share much of that to the public.”

Chica finished with the foundation and moved onto concealer. “That’s fair, I’m sure many people don’t get to see this softer side of the badass biker.”

“I normally never open up this easily either, but you were an exception.”

Chica felt the breath leave her chest and a blush began to creep onto her cheeks. “I’m glad to be special to you then. But I wouldn’t be too scared about the interview, you have Helen Henny interviewing you and she’s extremely good at making her guests comfortable.” She then grabbed the bronzer so she could bring out the sharpness of Roxanne’s face again. “Besides, you can be quite the charmer so I’m sure that once those cameras are rolling, it will come to you naturally.”

Now it was Roxanne’s turn to blush and she stared up into Chica’s eyes, a certain softness gleaming in them. “Of course you’re special to me,” she whispered out. She licked her lips quickly, trying for a toothy smile to shoot at Chica. “And you think I’m charming?”

“Not when you make dumb faces like that,” Chica teased. She began to put the tiniest bit of highlighter onto her cheeks. She then took a step back to look at her handiwork, an idea hit her. “You’re trying to go for rockstar vibes right?” Roxy nodded. “Do you mind if I try something to give your stage look something different than your normal look?”

“Go ahead.” Chica then grabbed one of the eyebrow markers in the bag and went over Roxy’s cheeks, following the angles of her face, creating two lines on each cheek. Once she was satisfied with the looks of them she spun Roxy to look at them in the mirror. 

“Like them?”

“They look like whiskers.”

“I felt it would help with the wolf theming a bit. I could make them a little thicker if you want.” Chica now felt a little nervous about the choice.

“I love them.” Roxanne smiled largely at the mirror. “This is definitely going to be a permanent part of my stage persona now.”

Chica smiled in relief, her heart bursting at Roxy loving the idea enough to want to make it a part of herself. “Great!” She then spun Roxy to look at her again so she could begin on her eyes. “Also I’m thinking we should do a purple smokey eye with sharp wings.”

“Sounds great, go for it.” And Chica began to work. She worked hard on getting the perfect effect of the eyelids for the smokey look. She got the wings looking sharp and bold, just like Roxy. She then finished off the eyes with the mascara helping to define her lashes. The moment those golden eyes opened and looked at her, Chica swore that she had never seen anything as beautiful. She then knew that the final step to the makeup was here.

Her lips. Those beautiful luscious lips that she was sure would taste like heaven. The lips that she had seen be pulled into a smile many times, lips that spoke and sang so beautifully, lips that she was about to apply lipstick to. She could only gulp as she stared at them then into the golden eyes that were watching her so closely, eyes that caught her staring.

“Um,” Roxy swallowed, “Y’know there’s something else you could put on my lips.”

“Yeah?” Chica’s heart was racing. Was this actually finally going to happen.

“Yeah,” Roxy reached out and grabbed Chica’s hand that held the purple lipstick, bringing her closer to the chair.

Just as they both began to lean in, the door to the dressing room swung open, making them both jump away from one another.

“I apologize for my late arrival, Roxanne. I needed to get Gregory to daycare before coming over here,” said the deep voice of Freddy. “Oh, hello Chica, nice seeing you here to help Roxy in my absence,” he smiled at her. Now Chica had never felt an overriding rage towards Freddy before, he was too sweet to ever invoke that wrath before but at this moment she was sure that she could throw him off a building. The glare she sent him must have been scorching since the large man somehow managed to shrink into himself. He then carefully entered the room, hugging the edges, avoiding the two women. 

Once he moved, it revealed Vanessa standing there, hands holding a spiked choker and two spiked bracelets. She walked over to the mirror placing them down on the table and walking over to where Freddy was, mouthing a quick “sorry” to Chica as she passed.

“Umm I think I can finish my lips then.”

“Oh,” Chica was saddened but tried her best to mask it. “Sure don’t forget your setting powder this time.” She then went over to the other side of Vanessa on the couch that she sat on with Freddy. It was a good thing for Freddy that Vanessa had chosen to sit in the center.

As Roxy finished with the makeup, Chica kept watching her, occasionally making eye contact with her in the mirror. Everytime Roxy would shyly smile before looking away again. This kept up until Roxy finished her makeup and then began to put on the spiked jewelry. She put them on and kept making faces at her outfit in the mirror.

“I look like some kind of edgy circus ringleader,” she finally said in disgust. It made Vanessa snort out and Freddy gently chuckle into his fist. Chica also couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her. Roxy turned and glared at each of them. “Two of you are ex-rockstars, can you please help me not look like a ringleader instead of laugh at me.”

Chica then stood up and went in front of Roxanne, looking over her outfit, trying to see what she could fix in order to make Roxy look better. She then decided to roll up the sleeves, showing off Roxy’s forearms which made the suit and dress shirt look much better on her. Chica let a hand on one of the firm arms before sliding the hand down to tighten the spiked bracelet on that arm. She stepped back again and looked Roxy over again, determining that to be a better look if the beating of her heart was a good enough gauge to go off of. “Can you lean down a bit for me?” Roxanne did as she was asked. Chica then took the bow tie off from around her neck and went to grab the spare neck tie that was brought along. She then tied it loosely around Roxy’s neck before tightening it, then smoothening it down. She stood back and wished that she had the privacy she had before Vanessa and Freddy came in. How the fuck is she even hotter now?

“You look amazing, Roxanne,” Freddy exclaimed.

“Yup definitely less ringmaster looking now,” Vanessa added.

She then turned and looked herself over in the mirror. She flashed herself a wolfish grin in satisfaction, “Damn, I look good.” Better than good.

There was then a knock on the door and one of the stage crew for the show entered, “We have ten minutes till we begin filming. We will need you by the stage soon.” They then promptly left.

All of them decided to walk to the main stage at that point, Vanessa and Freddy leading the way, allowing for Roxy and Chica to walk side by side behind them. Roxy then leaned down to whisper into Chica’s ear. “Would you mind standing on the side of the stage instead of sitting in the crowd right away? I would prefer if you went to sit after I go out on stage. I still feel the nerves.”

“Sure,” Chica told her gently.

“Thank you.” They were now off to the side of the main stage. From where they stood she could see Helen taking her seat and lining up her papers. She was talking to one of her old band members that were part of the stage band for the show. Freddy and Vanessa then went over to their seats in the front row while they waited for the show to start.

“And we are on in 10…9…8…7…” one of the crew members began to count. Chica looked over to Roxy who was starting to get visibly nervous. She acted on instinct and reached out to grab Roxy’s hand that was fiddling with the hem of her suit jacket. Roxy looked down at their hands in shock, a blush started to dust her face as she stared at their joined hands like it was the only thing in the world. “5…4,” the crew member then gave the final three counts with their hand.

The music began to play for the intro of the show. “And now ladies and gentlemen and all those not in the binary, we bring you live from Studio C at Showbiz Studios, your host with the most, Helen Henny.” Chica watched as Helen walked in from her side of the stage to the center of it, waving to the live audience. “Along with your favorite band, The Make Believe Band! Tonight’s guests feature the newest budding rockstar, Roxanne Wolf, People’s choice nominee…” Chica zoned out after Roxanne’s name was said. She then turned to look at the taller woman, who looked down at her and smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Helen then began to do her little introduction to the crowd about the great show they had planned for the night and how excited she was for the guests. She then moved on to make crosstalk with Jasper from the Make Believe Band. Chica then turned to Roxy. “ Anata wa saik ō.” She told Roxy.

Roxy tilted her head to the side, “what does that mean?”

“It means you are the best.” Roxanne's cheeks then began to glow and she squeezed Chica’s hand again.

“Now,” Helen had finally finished her introductions which meant it was time for her to welcome the first guest. “Our first guest of the night is a multi talented rockstar! She got her start in motorcycle track racing as her first step into being a public figure and man, if you watch those races you would probably ask why the career change? Then she had a snippet of an original song go somewhat viral on TikTok which got talent agencies attention on her. Fazbear Enterprises were the ones to snatch her up and now she is going to be coming out with her first ever EP this Saturday. Can I get a warm welcome for Roxanne Wolf!”

Roxy turned to Chica and gave her a soft look before pulling her into a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered into Chica’s ear. She released the hug as soon as the walk on music began. Her entire demeanor changed the second she stepped on the stage, a certain egotistical energy being put into each step. She raised her arms to welcome the growing applause, pushing a hand through her hair and flashing the whole audience with her signature grin.

Chica then decided to move to her seat while Helen and Roxy began to banter a bit before they would settle into the interview. She sat down next to Freddy and had a direct view of Roxy.

Chica watched as Roxy sat down in the guest seat, sitting with complete grace and vanity, stage persona completely different from what Chica would always see. It was like seeing a completely over the top narcissist that knew they were the best looking person in the room, which she would probably agree with. But, she knew better and watched him much more carefully and could see the light bounce in Roxy’s leg that betrayed her nervousness along with her little tic of playing an imaginary piano with one hand.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here Roxanne.” Helen started.

“A pleasure to be here, Ms. Henny. And please, call me Roxy.”

“Then you can call me Helen. And your outfit really does scream that you are on your way to become a rockstar even with all the formal touches.”

“Well what can I say, my team knows my tastes and how to make me the best looking person in the room.”

“I can definitely agree with that statement. Would you mind standing up and giving us a spin so we can all see the full outfit?”

“Not at all,” Roxy then stood up, doing a model walk to the center of the stage before spinning and posing for the cameras a bit. She then swaggered back to her seat, sitting on it much more calmly now.

“Amazing, people must constantly be asking for your number with all your good looks.”

Roxy grinned wide. “Guilty as charged,” she said, shrugging.

“So do you have anyone special in your life or are you loving that bachelorette lifestyle?” Helen’s eyes quickly flicked to Chica, her eyebrow quirking just the tiniest bit after making eye contact with her.

“Well,” Roxy slowly began, “I am currently single right now.” She said seriously, leaning forward in her seat. “But, there is someone that I’m hoping to have something with.” And she glanced over to where Chica was sitting, very briefly as she said the words, making Chica’s heart race.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck in your romantic ventures then. I remember when my fiancé Chuck and myself first fell in love so savor that feeling.” Helen told her, a knowing gleam in her eyes.

“Thank you. And I will, I know I already am,” Roxy said with a gentle smile before she snapped back into the cocky smirk that fit her stage persona better.

“Now let me say, your skills on a motorcycle are probably some of the best I’ve ever seen. You wouldn’t mind if I played a clip for our audience to see?”

“Not at all,” Roxy said smugly. “Honestly, I think the people need to see how amazing I am outside of music.” They then played a couple of clips of Roxy’s races, all of them in her older uniform.

“Wow, just amazing,” Helen said the second the clips finished. “Now, I need to know why the change of careers?”

“Well, firstly it isn’t a full change, I’m still racing and I don’t plan on giving it up quite yet. And secondly, I always wanted to be a rockstar ever since I was little. My father taught me how to lay music and I’ve been in love with it ever since.”

“Amazing, so music runs in your family then?”

“Oh definitely.”

“That makes so much sense seeing as your brother was a member of the Glamrock Animatronics.” Wait, what? “Musical talent just burns in your bones.”

Roxanne had gripped the arm of the chair at the mention of her brother. Chica knew she wasn’t on the best terms with him but there was no way that her brother was Bonnie. She had known him for far too long to not know about his sister. And she would’ve been invited to Springer Manor before for the events hosted by the family. “Yes, but I don’t believe we are here to talk about Foxy. No, the name on everybody's lips from here on out is going to be Roxy. Trust me when I say I have a lot more talent to offer.”

They continued on with the banter, Roxy getting up and playing different types of songs with the Make Believe Band. Chica was impressed by Roxy’s musical literacy but was also stuck in a state of shock. Her brother is Foxy. She was completely thrown for a loop. Foxy had never mentioned a sister when he was here and Roxy obviously did not have a good relationship with him and she was curious why. And she was stumped on how she went all this time without connecting the dots that the two of them were siblings. Chica had always known that Foxy’s last name was Wolf, he just never was a vocal about it compared to Roxanne. She turned to Freddy in her haze asking if he knew she was the younger sister of Foxy to which he replied he knew. She was now more stumped than ever as to why she was left out of the loop.

The rest of the interview went extremely well with Roxy playing a snippet of her song and having amazing chats with Helen. She was showing off her personality well and the audience ate it up. When it was coming close to the end of her segment, the crowd was hoping that she wouldn’t go. She then went back to her room and sent a text to the three of them asking if they could meet her back there. They went while the crew was taking a break before they began the next segment. Chica made eye contact with Helen who gave her a thumbs up in approval of Roxy which meant the world to Chica, even with her confusion.

As soon as they entered the room, Roxy was slumped in the dressing chair, a relieved smile on her face.

“That was great!” Freddy said as he entered, going over to her to give her a large bear hug.

“You’re a natural, Rox.” Vanessa said proudly. “Definitely going to be huge when the EP releases. They love you.”

Roxanne grinned proudly, “thanks guys.” She was then released from Freddy’s embrace and tilted her head to look at Chica. “So, how was I?” She asked softly.

“Amazing. I told you that it would all come to you the moment you got on stage. You also kept amazing banter with Helen. Definitely the most charming person to grace that stage.”

“Thank you,” Roxanne said, bringing into a strong hug. “Your support means the world to me.”

Once the show was finished filming, Helen invited them all out to eat, paying for them all. It was a delightful dinner and when it was time for everyone to go their separate ways, they left with wide smiles. It wasn’t till Chica got home and watched the interview play on her tv later that night that she remembered the newest fact she learnt about Roxy. Roxy had said that she was an exception to how quickly she opens up to people, but was that a lie. She went to sleep with the question of why they never met sooner playing on her mind along with why the two of them hid the other from her. 

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Roxanne was pissed. More than pissed she was furious. She loved Freddy, the big guy had been a great friend to her and always took his time guiding her through the process of working for a big name studio instead of her amateur recording booth that she used to have. He was a nice guy and she really did love his support even though she would never say it to his face, but that did not stop the wave of pure anger that rolled through her when he entered the dressing room at the tv studio. 

Even though a couple days had passed since the interview, it was all she could think about, but that was no surprise really since Chica pretty much is the only thing on her mind these days anyways. The whole time Chica was doing her makeup all she was thinking was how soft her hands were, how adorable her concentration face was. She thought about the fact that Chica would very slightly stick out her tongue when she was purely focused on something and how much she wanted to put that tongue back to its proper place with her own. She thought of the way Chica’s blue eyes had sparkled when she told her that she loved her addition of makeup to her stage look. She wants to keep making those eyes sparkle. That’s when she was finally hit with a wave of pure unbridled confidence and went for a kiss, telling Chica that her own would be better placed on Roxy’s lips than the purple lipstick. 

Then Freddy Fucking Fazbear had to swing that stupid door open and ruin the moment completely. He was lucky he had a kid at home otherwise she would have destroyed him on the spot. She honestly should have expected it considering the amount of times he entered her studio room unannounced back at the company. Not to mention her luck couldn’t let her have anything good going for such a longtime. She was so close to those pretty pink lips of Chica’s, the gentle breaths practically were on hers. At least it confirmed to her that Chica was into her and that’s truly what made her heart sail. This beautiful, hardworking angel was interested in being with her and it was confirmed before her eyes. 

Then there was the hand holding before she went on the stage. It was so relaxing to her to feel the warmth of the shorter woman next to her before going on stage, it was almost like a drug. She already knew that she was addicted to Chica and she wanted so much more. She was also very glad for the question on her relationship status. She wanted to make it very abundantly clear to Chica that she was available completely for her. But she had to still play up her persona of a playgirl to her fans, especially since she knew a good portion of them thirted for her. She didn’t mind but her attention wasn’t on them, only on a certain guitarist sitting in the front row.

Her confidence stayed at that high until the mention of her brother. It had upset her greatly, especially since it was supposed to be her moment to shine, show that she was amazing without his influence and let it still lingered. She wasn’t mad at Helen, she really was a sweet lady, especially after getting to know her at the dinner after the shoot, but him being brought up made her feel like she needed to do everything for the audience to see her as herself instead of Foxy’s sister. She wanted to be Roxanne Wolf, an amazing racer, great singer, the best keyboard player, not Roxy Wolf, the younger sister of talented drummer, Foxy Wolf. She had performed with the Make Believe Band some impromptu songs, even getting Helen to sing one of her old broadway songs, which made the live audience very fond of her. But one pair of eyes wasn’t in the moment and those were the only pair that Roxy could focus on.

Chica had seemed shell shocked from the news that Foxy was her brother and Roxy didn’t blame her. She was likely very confused as to why they didn’t meet sooner but seeing as how her relationship with her brother was, she wasn’t surprised that she didn’t get to meet this woman until fate brought her to the garage. But she wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t damage her confidence.

The dinner was delightful but she could feel Chica’s eyes flick to her every once in a while and study her in a different way from what she was used to. She wanted those warm glitters back again, not the cold calculating confusion.

She hates you. She knows. She knows how much of a monster you are. How you are the lesser sibling. Nothing like him.

She did her best to ignore the voice and instead invited Chica to her next race which was going to be that Thursday, which would thankfully mean no late drinking for her. Chica politely declined saying she had to work. She’s ignoring you. Why be near a replacement for her friend that left so long ago. But she had said that she had made plans to be there for the release date at the studio and the small celebration that would take place.

It relieved Roxy, but she still felt that burning. She had been so close to being with the girl of her dreams only for it to come crashing down on her. Maybe if she had gotten that kiss, things would be different now. Maybe she could have been asking Chica for a date before her opinion on Roxy had changed. Chica’s support didn’t change, which Roxanne was grateful for, she didn’t know what she would do. She doesn’t even think Chica realized she was looking at her slightly differently, but that would be a problem for when they would get a moment alone to speak to one another.

Now here she was, helping to set up a room for the small celebration for her first ever release. The studio had agreed to let her use one of the larger practice rooms that they would use for live bands for concerts or more specifically when the Glamrock Animatronics would practice there. Freddy had told her when he came to assist her, along with Gregory since it was a Saturday and he convinced his dad to let him come celebrate with them. Roxy had been hesitant to let Gregory join because she also invited Mediocre Melodies to join along with Monty and some of them had a mouth on them. Sure, she taught the kid some swears but they were all extremely mild and in spanish so his father wouldn’t get mad at him, but she knew that her friends wouldn’t have the same courtesy. But the damn kid had to look up at her with those stupid eyes and beg, “I need to be there for my big sister’s first album release!” And it melted her heart.

She hated going soft but she honestly didn’t mind it. She also hated that he knew how to weaponize compliments against her but that was something she would worry about another day.

“Where do you want this?” Gregory came up to her, holding a tripod.

“Give me that,” she said, taking the tripod from him gently. “We’ll set it up over here by the seats.”

“Why do we need it? I thought this was supposed to be like a party or something,” Gregory questioned, sitting on one of the seats.

Roxanne shrugged, “Not gonna lie, punk, I have no clue. Vanessa and Freddy said I should need one so I’m just gonna follow what they say.”

“It because when the music video goes live off the studios youtube, we want to have you livestream the event a bit on the studios social media. It will give you a bit more engagement with the community and get more traffic going to your stuff,” Vanessa said, walking in to check on the progress.

Roxanne turns to Gregory, “Looks like we got our answer, kid.” He nodded in understanding.

They continued to set up little stuff and a couple of tables so refreshments could be served when everyone came to the studio. She wouldn’t lie but the excitement was burning in her. The response that she got from the interview was huge and she was seeing growth on all the platforms she was on. It was exciting to say the least and now was her first steps at carving her place in fame. She could not wait for her song to be out and for the people to see her music video. She wanted to see her hard work make people happy through the lyrics and melodies that she created. She wanted to see people enjoy her music and see her as the star she was always meant to be.

“Aunt Chica!” Gregory suddenly got up from the seat that he had been on, running to the door and into the open arms of Chica.

“Hey, sweetpea!” She said and Roxanne turned to see Chica. She also saw Freddy standing next to her, a big smile on his face. 

Roxanne then walked over to where Chica was so she could greet her as well. Chica looked up at her after she put Gregory down from the hug. She didn’t seem as dazed as she did on the day of the interview, so Roxy took that as a great sign.

“Hey Roxstar, you excited?” Chica said, the glimmer back in her eyes for the most part and Roxy’s heart soared.

“Extremely!” She couldn’t help but answer excitedly, despite trying her best to seem level headed and cool. Chica then opened her arms up and Roxy leaned down into the hug, doing her best to squish the shorter woman into her larger frame. “I hope everyone will love it.”

“They will,” Chica said in certainty. “You have an amazing voice after all, so what's not to love?”

Roxy felt her face grow warm at the words. She finally released Chica from the hug and went back to getting everything set up with renewed vigor. She wanted to get as much of the prep work out of the way before the song released in another 3 hours. She was nearly finished before Chica came in and now she had even more reason to finish, especially since she wanted to talk with Chica about that near kiss and hopefully get the chance to try again. She finished and went over to the seats that Freddy, Gregory and Chica were at, where Gregory was expressively telling the other two a story from school. She came up once he was done.

Chica looked over to her first, “I have something for you by the way. To celebrate!”

“Then please do show me,” Roxy said, unable to contain her excitement. Maybe it is a kiss, I would not mind that as a way to celebrate.  

“Sure, I have it right here,” Chica said, pulling something out of a bag that Roxanne didn’t notice when she first entered. She then pulled out a fully baked cake that was pretty much professionally decorated. It had a full keyboard curling the edges and the top had a frosted image of what looked like her doing a wheelie on a motorcycle, racing towards a golden record. “Sorry if it wasn’t what you were expecting but I always say you can’t celebrate without a cake. I uh made it myself and decorated it too.”

Roxanne was rendered speechless. She only stared at the craftsmanship of the cake and her heart was touched by the amount of time and planning that Chica had put into making this for her.

“Do you like it? You’re not saying anything,” Chica stated nervously.

“It's amazing,” Roxy finally breathed out. She turned to look at her complete glee in her eyes. “I kinda don’t want to eat it now. It’s too perfect.”

Chica smiled, “But the point of a cake is to eat it, silly. Just take a picture of it.”

“But all the work you put in?”

“It’s fine. I can always make you another cake in the future, we need this to celebrate you and your music today,” she grinned.

“Alright.” Roxanne then took it over to the refreshment table on the other side of the room and came back to the table. Gregory was giving her a shit-eating grin that neither Freddy nor Chica could see and made kissing faces at her, which made her face warm. She then took a seat right next to Chica. “Thank you, it means a lot to me,” she said, reaching out and holding Chica’s hand. “Um, there actually is something I want to ask you if we could go somewhere more private?”

Chica’s face started to glow, “Sure.”

They got up and Roxy took her hand to lead her to her studio, wanting as much privacy as possible to finally get the chance to feel heaven on her lips. That is until she ran into someone in the doorway as she exited the room.

She had assumed it was Vanessa, “Whoops, sorry about that Van–” but when she looked at who it was, she connected eyes that held no kindness for her. Her blood ran cold when she made eye contact with those brown eyes of none other than Bonnie Springer.

What’s that asshole doing here? My exact question.

He looked down to the conjoined hands and the gleam in his eyes told her that she would not be getting her chance. He still did not approve of her even though she didn’t need his approval to date Chica. Chica could make her own decisions and he knew that too, but he wasn’t above distraction that leads to prevention. It was underhanded but neither of them were known to go easy against their opponents in their respective sports and this would be no different.

“Hey Chicky. Roxanne.” He said, a relaxed energy in his voice despite all the malice that was in his eyes.

“Bon-bon! Why are you here?” Chica asked.

“Oh, I invited him.” Freddy supplied from behind them. Freddy Fazbear! It is now official. Gregory is my favorite Fazbear and Freddy is now permanently my enemy. “He said that he knew you and wanted to come celebrate your first official song with us all, so I thought the more the merrier.” Why are you so gullible, Fazbear? 

“Exactly,” Bonnie grinned. He pushed into the room, swinging an arm over Chica’s shoulder, steering her back into the room. He let out a low whistle once he got to the center of it. “Man, I haven’t been in here in ages. Feels strange but also very nostalgic. Oh the memories in here.”

Freddy smiled wide along with Chica. “Yup! So many good times in here. I miss them,” Freddy said with a hint of sadness, Chica nodding solemnly with him.

Roxanne begrudgingly reentered the room and went over to where Gregory was, the only other person who wasn’t excited to see Bonnie. “You don’t like him either, hotshot?”

He shook his head with a frown. She quirked an eyebrow at him in lieu of asking why. “He doesn’t stay around long. He also made dad sad for a long time.”

“Yeah, he did.” She decided she might as well do some digging and see if Gregory liked Monty at least. “Do you like Monty then?”

He took a second to think about it. “He makes dad smile, so kinda. He seems very stupid though.”

“He is,” she smiled, howling with laughter on the inside. “He doesn’t get any better, trust me.”

They both continue to watch the other three catch up, their eyes all flicking over to the two of them periodically. Chica always looked over with a small, gentle smile, which was enough for Roxy to let this pass. Freddy also looked over and would always have a wide grin and a gesture inviting them over which was declined each time. Bonnie, however, would only look over to them with a glare to her and slight indifference to him.

“Does Bonnie hate you?” Gregory asked, being the observant little child he was.

“Mm-hm.” She told him. “He does not like me at all.”

“I don’t like him even more now. You’re super cool and bowling is kinda lame,” he said, not hiding the fact that he wanted to make her feel liked.

She giggled and pulled him into a side hug which quickly turned into her shaking him around playfully. “I know. I’m the best so of course I need to be cool. You’re gonna be the coolest too once I get you riding a motorcycle like a pro. Maybe I’ll even teach you some mechanics.”

His eyes shined at the thought of mechanics. “Yeah!”

Eventually the others began to come to the room as the hour for the song release came closer. She was getting nervous but everyone was super excited to watch. She had set up a projector earlier to watch the music video for when it came out. As the minutes ticked down, everyone settled down to watch the song drop. Vanessa had taken it upon herself to see how the public reacted on social media when it was time for Roxy to go live on one of her social media accounts. 

The moment the video dropped, everyone watched with great enthusiasm, even Bonnie. She may not have liked him but she could acknowledge that he did have musical prowess and would judge her song as separate from her. Hopefully. The song finally finished playing and everyone cheered for her. Mediocre Melodies and Monty making as much noise as possible and shaking her around with their congratulations and compliments. Freddy and Gregory pulled her into a great big hug with Freddy saying how proud he was and Gregory calling her the coolest. Bonnie even gave her a small nod of acknowledgement which she knew was the best she would get from him. Chica’s eyes gleamed with joy and pride at her, she grabbed both of Roxanne’s hands and squeezed tight.

She then went to her live, which consisted of most of her older fans cheering her on through the live text and newer fans saying how they found their new favorite artist. She smirked with pride at the camera, showing off her egotistical persona to all her fans and they ate it up. There was also a heavy helping of people calling her the hottest thing to ever grace the earth and even though she only cared about what Chica had to say about her, she did not mind the compliments on her good looks. She knows that she’s attractive and that ego boost from the public always puts her in a gloating mood.

Once she finished she returned to the room and the small celebration continued. They all listened to the other three songs on the EP and everyone was happy. It wasn’t until she reached for Chica’s hand once more to try and talk with her once more while she was still on a confidence high.

Bonnie noticed and did his best to sound nonchalant, but Roxy knew better when he started speaking. “Man, imagine how proud Foxy would be.”

The energy of the room pretty much froze. All of her friends knew that she wasn’t on the best terms with him so they never mentioned him so as to not upset their friend. Roxy could see both Monty and Freddy giving Bonnie a look that only asked why he would do that. Chica had also froze next to her before looking at her with the same glazed look she had at the studio. Roxy couldn’t stand the look of confusion in those blue eyes and she honestly think that that look hurt more than the mention of her brother.

“Who’s that?” Gregory asked innocently. “Tonight’s about Roxy isn’t it, so why talk about some random guy? Roxy is the coolest rockstar and I’m proud of her.”

Pigpatch smiled at the kid. “Fuck yeah, the kid’s right. Roxy killed it with her first EP!”

“Language!” Freddy exclaimed, looking over to Gregroy whose mouth was wide open from the blatant swear.

“Pig, ya idiot,” Monty smacked him in the back of the head which led to the others of Mediocre Melodies following suit.

“Shit, my bad.” Pigpatch said.

“You did it again, you dumbass,” Nedd shouted out.

“So did you idiot,” Happy told him, amused by the situation.

Soon the room was alight with chaos again and everything had settled back into celebration. But Roxy’s confidence was gone once more. Bonnie knew that he had won based on the smug look he had whenever he connected eyes with Roxanne. Chica had gotten the glow back in her eyes but Roxanne didn’t think she would be able to go through any moves for their relationship now after her brother was mentioned again.

Why can’t I ever do anything when he gets mentioned? Why do I always freeze? It’s because you’re awful. A monster. A loser. Do you even deserve this celebration? Yes. Are you sure?

Gregory came up to her and Chica and asked if they could show him one of the moves from the music video while his father and Monty vehemently chastised Nedd and Pigpatch on swearing in front of a child while the rest of their band watched, tears of laughter in their eyes. Vanessa eventually came in with some members of the social media team to celebrate as well for a successful debut. It helped to lighten her mood but she still wished that she could have kissed Chica, but after the mention of Foxy, Chica had become hesitant, like it was too big a secret that she couldn’t wrap her head around. She knew that she would have to clear the air on everything with Foxy since Chica was so stumped on it, but she wouldn’t be able to do it any time soon and she didn’t know when she would feel ready. Instead she focused on the moment and celebrating with everyone. She was happy but couldn’t help the longing that pulled at her heart to be with Chica.

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It had been a month since the release of the EP for Roxanne and Chica couldn’t be more proud of her. It was a big hit and the public absolutely loved it. Roxy’s already small following of fans had grown almost double in size so the company and her knew that she was a successful choice. Chica was so proud of her and was glad that Roxy was getting the recognition she so rightly deserved. But in that whole month, her and Roxy had been in this strange state.

The both of them had become more affectionate, especially Roxy, towards each other. All the awkwardness that Roxy had with physical affection had become natural to her, like the confidence had fueled her into being more bold with Chica. Chica didn’t mind it one bit, loving every single hug, every arm slung over her shoulders, every hand hold. To anyone looking at them it would seem like they were dating, but they still weren’t, even though they both felt the change in their relationship.

Every time they went out to eat together, the air was charged with a different energy from the times before Roxanne’s interview. Or maybe it was there all along and they were both now only aware of it? Whatever the case, they could both feel the attraction they felt for one another. And yet neither had said a thing about their near kiss.

Chica knew why she didn’t talk about it with Roxy at first. She had been confused as to why she had never met Roxanne when she was in the band with Foxy. She wanted to know why he had hid his younger sister from her. It had seemed that something must have happened between the two of them that led to them not wanting to even interact with each other. She decided to drop the issue after a few days, she trusted that Roxy would tell her when she was ready. She actually was more concerned about the grudge that Bonnie had against Roxy.

She wasn’t dumb. She knew that Bonnie was doing his best to prevent her from getting a lone moment with Roxy. He wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was. What made it worse for her is that the two of them knew how to hold a grudge and she didn’t see them getting along anytime soon. When she brought the issue up with Bonnie, all he told her was that he did not trust Roxanne to date her. He said that she was a “selfish bitch who doesn’t know how to care for others and only knows how to get into trouble.” She had gotten mad at him of course. She knew that people made mistakes and that they could change and grow out of them. He just needed to give Roxy a chance to show she’s better than the person she was. Besides, he doesn’t have a say over her love life and he finally decided to back off. But when she went to ask Roxy what her beef was with Bonnie, she said he probably had something to do with her brother. She had said it in a way that seemed nonchalant but Chica could read the hardness in her eyes that said she knew exactly why.

She let it go and instead thought about how the rest of the month went. When the two of them went out on their dates, she called them so because at this point that was exactly what they were, they always stayed close together. They no longer went out together for just food, they went for walks at the park, they went to the movies together, Roxy had even taken them to a local music festival that her friends had played at. Chica had to admit they were pretty good. But it made something pull at her heart watching them perform on stage together. It had reminded her of when she was on the stage and felt that energy. She missed it badly.

She assumed that Roxy had probably saw the sadness in her eyes that day when she asked Chica to come by the studio to help her with some songs. Chica was overjoyed to join Roxy in her studio. The same studio she was in right now.

Roxy was seated at her workstation, her back to where Chica sat on the small couch with her laptop open. At the moment, she was smushed to one side of the sofa since Gregory had taken up the other half of it. Gregory was playing on Roxy’s switch console that he begged her to use while she worked on one of her songs. Chica smiled at the interaction of Roxy’s genuine annoyance about Gregory using her stuff and spending his time in her studio room instead of his dad’s.

“Yours is more cozy,” was all he said before playing a game that Chica knew Roxy bought specifically for him after he talked about it the second time they babysat him. Chica agreed. She had been in Freddy’s studio a few times before and it always felt too large for him by himself. She knew why he didn’t move from the room though. It used to be the room where they would brainstorm and make their songs in after all. In Roxy’s, it was a little cramped but it felt lively and she kind of felt bad that Freddy was alone in his room but he also began to invite Monty and their flirting got intolerable at times.

“Hey,” Roxy said, spinning around in her seat. “I need some help on this progression if you don’t mind giving it a listen. Sorry for disturbing your homework.”

Chica smiled and placed her laptop safely on an end table before getting up to stand next to Roxy’s mixing station. “It’s alright. Hand me those headphones?” Roxanne hands her the pair and then plays the song once Chica had them on. “Hmm it sounds pretty good but that final line doesn’t really fit.”

“I know,” Roxy said frustrated, running a hand down her face. “I don’t know how to fix it without having to change the lead up.”

Chica thought for a second, “How about distorting the notes?”

Roxy’s eyes lit up, “that could work! Let me go get a distortion pedal from the supply room.” she then left her studio quickly, leaving only Gregory and Chica.

“Where’s Roxy going?” Gregory asked, finally looking up from his game.

Chica smiled, “Aww it’s sweet that you care about her.” She pinched his cheek when his face began to heat up.

“That’s not it,” he replied embarrassed. “I just need her help on this level.” Chica smiled at his embarrassment. Both of them still fought and argued but it was clear that they cared about each other but did their best to refuse it anyways. 

“Sure,” she said sarcastically, going back to her work before Roxy returned. Finally Roxy came back but she was empty handed, no distortion pedal with her.

“Freddy’s using it.” Was all she told Chica grumpily. Chica nodded to her in understanding. “Would you like to come with me to get one?”

“I would!” Gregory said before Chica could even get out a word.

“Not you,” Roxy said, narrowing her eyes at the boy, “I was asking Chica.”

“I would love to join you, for the record,” Chica was able to say.

Gregory pouted, “Not fair. What am I supposed to do then?”

“I don’t know. Go with your dad and Monty? Give me back my switch? Go bug Vanessa?” Roxy offered him.

“But dad and Monty keep being gross and don’t stop flirting. And I’m stuck on a level right now.”

All Roxy did was hold out a hand to Gregory before sitting on the couch where Chica was earlier. Gregory handed the switch over to her and leaned over her shoulder to watch her beat the level for him. Chica watched them with great fondness from where she stood, putting on Roxy’s custom jacket since she assumed that they would be taking her bike to the music shop. She already knew that Roxy would force the jacket on her if she didn’t put on herself first. Finally she heard the system produce a small noise of victory for the completion of the level.

“There,” Roxy said, handing the console back to Gregory. “You can take it with you to your dad’s studio and play there.” She went to her drawers and pulled out some cheap headphones, handing them to him. “I know how annoying Monty’s voice can get so you can use these till we get back.” He gladly took the before leaving the room and heading off to Freddy’s room. She let out a sigh before turning to Chica.

“You two are so cute,” Chica teased.

“Seriously? I can hardly stand the kid,” Roxy said, fighting down a smile.

“Mm-hm,” Chica said, knowing the truth. “You two adore each other but whatever you say. Come on, let's get you that pedal so we can come back before I go to work with Monty.”

They get down to the garage and go to sit on Roxy’s bike. Roxy, as always, gave Chica her better helmet before putting her own on along with her spare jacket. They then exit the garage and head to the nearest music shop. Chica loved riding behind Roxy, her hands wrapped around her middle and now thanks to their progressing relationship, at every stoplight, Roxy would place one hand onto Chica’s conjoined ones while they would wait for the light to change. Chica thought it was sweet everytime.

They finally made it to the shop and enter to the sound of classic rock playing over the speakers and customers milling about for items. Chica loved when she would enter the music shop almost every month to help Foxy buy new drumsticks or when she would come with Bonnie to buy new strings for her guitar or his bass. All those were just memories now, the last time she bought strings being nearly a year ago since she didn’t touch her guitar as much as she wished. She watched as kids and other beginner musicians went around the place picking up instruments and testing them out. Then there were the more experienced musicians who she could tell were looking for specific things. Her and Roxanne walked past some drummers tapping drumsticks to the side of their heads, likely looking for balanced pairs. They finally made it to the tech counter.

“Hi, how can I help you two today?” The attendant asked them.

“Yes, I’m looking for a distortion pedal for my keyboard,” Roxy told them. Chica had begun to stop paying attention while Roxy went over the specifics with the attendant. They spoke and Chica’s attention was drawn to the guitar that was plugged into the amp. It was a beautiful guitar but definitely not the most extravagant, she then picked it up and held it in her hands, absolute joy flowing through her at holding the guitar in hand. Over the speakers she could hear Van Halen’s “Why can’t this be love” playing and she reflexively began to strum along to it. The guitar was slightly out of tune so she quickly tuned it and began to strum along again.

The pure joy that flowed through her veins when she strummed along to the song. Her mind flickered over to Roxy as she played the song. She looked over to where Roxy stood, still talking to the attendant before her eyes flickered over to Chica, sending her a smile. Chica could soon feel herself feel the urge to sing while she looked at Roxy, her fears from the past being overshadowed by the support she felt from the latina.

“ It's got what it takes~” she began to quietly sing along, feeling it pulse through her veins at the care she saw in Roxy’s eyes. “ So tell me why can’t this be love?”

She felt eyes on her now, other people from other parts of the store looked at her, but most importantly a golden pair was solely focused on her. She locked eyes with that pair, ignoring all others in the room and played for them. She wanted her heart to be free through the music just for her.

“ You want it straight from the heart~” She sang a little bolder. “ Oh tell me why can’t this be love?” 

She continued playing the notes to the song during the guitar break. When she looked at Roxy, her eyes shone in her direction, a goofy smile on her face. Chica was sure that if Roxy were a dog, her tail would be wagging rapidly. She nodded for Chica to finish off the song.

“ Woo! It's got what it takes~So tell me why can't this be love?” The urge to perform was overwhelming in her. She wanted to sing this with full passion for Roxy, the only thing that held her back were the stares of the other patrons of the store. “Straight from my heart~Oh, tell me why can't this be love?” As she looked at Roxy, who slowly moved closer, she wished that she hadn’t quit performing. She loved this feeling and finally willed herself to look at some of the other patrons. The kids looking at her with pure admiration, the group of drummers shoving one another to the display drumset, urging one another to play with her, the store associates gently bobbing their heads to the notes she played.

“Baby why can't this be love~Got to know why can't this be love?~I wanna know why can't this be love?~~” She finally finished off the song and finally set the guitar down. One of the kids clapped for her while everyone else went back to their business. She locked eyes with Roxy’s, they shone with such a softness that Chica could feel warm her whole body. She blushed under the stare. She needed to deflect. “What’s that look for? I told you before that I love Van Halen, I know most of their songs.”

“Yeah, I remember Miss ‘I-can-play-eruption’. Your voice is beautiful by the way,” Roxy said, voice becoming the most comforting thing in the world for Chica. The attendant then came back at that moment with the distortion pedal Roxy needed, taking her attention away from Chica. Chica finally released the breath she was holding and bit the inside of her lip to keep from lunging onto Roxy.

“Thank you,” she squeaked out after Roxy turned to her again.

“Only telling the truth.” Roxy said with a gentle smile. “By the way, which guitar would you like?”

That surprised Chica. “That’s kinda out of nowhere,” she said, slightly confused. “I already have a guitar, remember? My Cupcake.”

“I know that but I mean one to leave at the studio in my room.” Chica’s confusion must have shown on her face since Roxy began to nervously explain herself. “Well, I mean, you obviously know guitar, it’s your instrument, so I guess I just thought if you wanted to explain progressions to me it would be easier. Or if, I don’t know, you just wanted to play it in your breaks between homework. You’re amazing at it but I doubt you practice much thanks to your workaholism.” 

“Watch it there, kettle.”

Roxy only stuck her tongue out in response. “So yeah. Choose a guitar? Freddy or Vanessa can pick it up later if you want it custom made to put in my room. And maybe I just want to see you perform,” Roxy said, a soft glow darkening her cheeks as she looked away from Chica.

“You’re adorable,” Chica said. “But, seriously I don’t need one, I’ll just bring Cupcake with me next time.”

“Fine, then choose one for me to keep for myself to learn on. Or y’know for days you forget Cupcake on.”

Chica rolled her eyes, “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope!”

Chica let out a sigh and grabbed Roxanne’s hand, dragging her over to the guitars. She ended up getting a custom one because of Roxy’s insistence. It was a pastel pink Fender acoustic-electric mix and Roxy seemed extremely proud while purchasing it. They wouldn’t have it in till a couple of days but since Roxy had put it on the company card, someone would be sent to pick it up when the time came, especially since the expected delivery was on a race day.

They rode back to the studio with the pedal once they finished. As they walked in, Chica could feel a question burn at the back of her throat. She thought that she knew what the question would be especially after the looks that she shared with Roxy, but what came out instead surprised her. “Why were you so insistent on the guitar?”

Roxy had just pushed the button for the studio floor in the elevator before she turned to look at Chica. “Because you deserve it,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Let me ask, why don’t you perform when you’re obviously amazing at it?”

Chica gulped, her hand that was holding Roxy’s began to feel clammy. “I don’t know,” she answered, not really wanting to remember the sadness that came with her attempt at going solo. “Guess it wasn’t for me.”

“Pft sure,” Roxy said, annoyed. “You’re the best. I’m pretty sure if you continued to perform, I would be battling for ‘most popular artist’ with you instead of Freddy. You know what, my newest goal is now to make sure you are back on your rightful place on stage,” she said to Chica in full confidence, her wolfish grin plastered across her face and that determined gleam in her eyes. It actually melted her heart.

“Okay,” she breathed out. Their elevator dinged and they walked back together to Roxy’s studio.

“There y’all are!” They heard once they rounded the corner to the hallway for Roxy’s room. Monty walked over to them, pushing his star-shaped sunglasses up on his head. “It’s almost time for our shift, Chickadee.”

“Wait, really?” She pulled out her phone to check the time and see that it was a little less than 30 minutes until their shift started. “Oh shoot, you’re right.”

“Yeah, figured I gotta find ya before leaving but ya weren’t answerin my texts. You either Rox.” They said to them.

“Whoops sorry, kinda didn’t want to swerve off the road checking my phone, y’know,” Roxy told him cheekily.

Monty only let out an unimpressed huff and rolled his eyes. “Sure,” they said sarcastically, eyes flickering between herself and Roxanne. “Anyways, just wanted to let you know ya got some time to grab your stuff ‘fore we leave, Chica. I needa say bye to Fred anyways.” He then left, heading in the direction of Freddy’s studio.

Roxy then moved to unlock her door to let herself and Chica in. Roxy moved to set up the pedal while Chica packed up her laptop and homework so she would be ready for when Monty would swing by to pick her up so they could head to work together. Lucky for them, the restaurant was close to the studio.

“Oh, I forgot to ask, but for Monty’s birthday party this weekend, you wanna head over to it together in your car so if one of us gets absolutely shitfaced the other can drive it?”

Before Chica could answer, Gregory swung the door open in excitement, “Monty is throwing a party this weekend, can I come?”

“No.” They both responded with no hesitation. “And don’t repeat the bad word Roxy said,” Chica added, while Roxy had the decency to look embarrassed. 

“I won’t. She’s already told me not to repeat any bad words she says in English,” he says.

“Really?” Chica shoots a glare at Roxy, who was pointedly looking away now. “Anyways, what brings you over here sweetpea?” 

“Came to hug you before you leave.” Which is what he did the next second, Chica returning it, of course. Once he was released from the embrace, he ran off back towards Freddy’s room, “I’m coming back Roxy so I can play my game in your room, I just need to grab it!”

Chica turned to see Roxy grumble a bit at Gregory, making Chica giggle. “Oh you love it,” Chica teased, earning her a good natured eye roll. “And to answer your previous question, that sounds like a great idea. Do you already know what you’re getting for Monty?”

“I figured we could just offer to babysit Gregory for the whole day again, give him some time alone with Freddy if you know what I mean,” she said to Chica with a suggestive wiggle in her eyebrows paired with a mischievous grin.

“As much as I’m sure he’d appreciate that, get him a real gift,” she said fighting the smile from her lips. Definitely be a gift for both Freddy and Monty.

“Fine,” Roxy groaned. “I’ll go shopping once I’m done here today.”

“Good.” Chica could hear Monty coming from down the hall, likely being walked by Freddy. “Alright, time for me to go.”

Roxy stopped what she was doing and went over to Chica pulling her in for a hug. “ Beuno, I’ll see you later then. Text me later.” She released the hug. “And keep that voice perfect, I’m gonna make sure you’re under those stage lights again someday.”

“I trust that you will,” Chica said, believing it herself. “Bye.” She left the room joining up with Monty. Freddy waved them off before entering Roxy’s studio room, without permission as always. 

They made their way down to the garage where Monty had parked and made their way to work, both of them talking about how nice their days were with their respective person. They also talked about Monty’s party a bit, him mentioning a crazy drink that he wanted to try making for it and asking if Chica would be willing to try. She agreed, excited to see what he could make, and ready to party the night away with them and all their friends, not to mention Roxy. He mentioned inviting Bonnie since the two of them were friends and asked if she could help him keep the peace between Bonnie and Roxy. She agreed to that as well, hoping it could also be a chance for the two of them to get along, or at least tolerate one another. Whatever would happen, she hoped that everything would go fine and so she instead thought about the spotlights that Roxy had promised her. She wanted to believe those words and hoped for her to return and went with that enthusiasm into her work, her and Monty flying in the kitchen.

Chapter Text

Roxanne was excited to party for Monty. Now the two of them had known each other for almost 14 years. She always loved to remember how they first met, when they were both still little kids and still being identified by their birth genders. That didn’t stop them from fighting each other after Monty had hit a volleyball directly into her face. The surprising part was that Roxy hadn’t even started the fight that time, she only stomped over to the kid that hit the ball and demanded they apologize. When the kid said no, saying she got in the way of his shot, she got mad and tried to tower of her them, even though they were the same height, and intimidate him into apologizing. The punk refused and said they would give her something that he would apologize for and promptly kicked Roxy in the shin. They both got sent home from school that day after giving each other bruises that would take a few days to fade away.

She remembered her dad saying not to pick fights with anyone, unless the fight was for a good reason. She did her best to listen but she figured she was in the right anyways since her honor was attacked. She would teach that kid a lesson some other time. For one whole year, the two of them fought, learning each other's tricks and moves and avoiding all but two other suspensions for their fighting. When she thinks back to it now, she doesn’t really think there were any tricks since they were little kids that barely knew how to throw a punch or kick. Then one day, she saw a kid picking on Monty, telling them to stop pretending to be a boy, that he wasn’t one and boy was she fucking pissed. She only remembers cursing the kids out with all the Spanish words she heard from her dad when he would work on a particularly hard car at home and lunging at them. That day was the first time only she was sent home from a fight that involved Monty.

After that, they began to spend time with one another, becoming friends instead of enemies. They still fought but it was closer to the play fighting one would do with a sibling. And that was exactly what Monty was becoming to her, a brother, especially since her real one was starting to distance himself from her. It had bugged her a little at first that her brother Felix was doing that and turning into Foxy instead but at least she now had Monty by her side. He stood by her side even when she was making the worst choices of her life and helped pull her out of it. She would never say it out loud, but she loved him, and she knows that he knows.

Now here she was getting ready to celebrate his 24th birthday at Music Man’s bar. Monty had somehow been able to convince him to shut down the bar for the night in order to throw said party. Roxy was pretty sure that Freddy had something to do with getting the bar privately. Apparently, Music Man and Freddy had a friendship and Freddy’s deep pocket helped as well. She didn’t care much because that meant that Monty wouldn’t be creating the toxic sludge he calls his personal specialty, Monty’s Mystery Mix. She didn’t remember which birthday he had concocted his first mix, but she does remember how badly it messed her up. After that, she kept away from it and made sure no one took more than one cup of it at his parties. She asked him why he did it and all he said was “I don’t know, I think it’s hilarious,” and kept making a new one each year. She was pretty sure he had no clue what mixed drinks he put into it and that’s why it would change. Well, at least Freddy was with Monty now, so hopefully he can reign him in.

She then got a text from Chica, letting her know that she just got to her apartment and is waiting in a parking spot in the garage. She grabbed her jacket and bag before stopping in front of a mirror to give herself a once over. Damn, I look good. Her halter crop top fit nice and snug, her black jeans hung low on her hips, combat boots strapped at the bottom. She had her spiked jewelry on and dark, bold makeup on her face. Hopefully this’ll make Chica’s jaw drop. She finally headed downstairs.

She walked up to the car and could hear some of Chica’s more electro pop music playing from the car. She could see the girl smiling down at her phone, her glittery eyeshadow gleaming from the light. She slinked up to the driver’s side window and knocked, Chica’s eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Chica immediately opened the door and went directly into Roxy’s open arms.

She took a step back after the embrace went on long enough to not be platonic. Chica looked her up and down at the same time she did her. Roxy really loved the outfit she wore, her neon style 80s windbreaker over a neon tank top that was tucked into high waisted shorts with fishnet stockings and fashionable sneakers. Roxy had to do her best not to be completely mesmerized by Chica’s strong legs. She finally made eye contact with Chica and could see the same hunger she felt in those eyes as well.

“You look amazing,” Chica said. “You really chose tonight to show off all those muscles, huh?”

Roxy smirked and couldn’t resist flexing for Chica. She already knew that Chica loves how strong her arms are. “I already know that Monty is going to be showing off his muscles so I figured that I should as well. And you look ready to dance.”

Chica winked at her, “You know it! Now come on, let’s go! I wanna party!” She said excitedly to Roxy, opening her door to get back inside the car.

Roxy smiled and went to the other side of the car, entering in the passengers side. As soon as she was buckled in they took of to Music Man’s, excited to party and celebrate their friend.

“You did get him a real gift right?” Chica asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yes,” Roxanne responded, holding up a small gift bag. “I got him some new picks for his bass since he complained about losing his old ones. I also got him a dumb little golfing hat too, he’ll love it.”

Chica smiled, “Good, I got him some different colored star-shaped sunglasses so he can coordinate them with outfits now.”

“Oh god,” Roxy playfully groaned. “Why must you feed into his obsession with those dumb shades?”

Chica giggled and rolled her eyes, “they’re adorable. Are you jealous of them?”

“Hardly, those things are real tacky, but he somehow makes them work.”

“Yeah, he does, Freddy said that Monty lets him wear them sometimes,” Chica said fondly. They fell back into comfortable silence, Chica’s playlist the only thing making sound until Chica gasps like she remembered something. “Hey, so Monty told you that Bon-bon was going to be there, right?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Roxanne huffed out. “I promise to behave and not pick any fights with him, he needs to promise the same.”

“I’ll be sure to get him to, don’t worry your pretty little face about that. Besides, tonight's about having fun,” Chica said optimistically.

“Yeah, I know,” Roxy responded fondly.

~~~~~~~~~

They had already arrived to Music Man’s and parked in a spot that was nicely marked off for them. The place was already packed and they had only opened doors almost an hour ago. They both immediately headed inside and went on the hunt for Monty and Freddy, thankfully both of them were tall so it was quite easy to find them.

“Roxy!” They heard Monty shout. “Chica! Come ova here!”

They both went to where he stood with Freddy. They both looked ready to party and were grinning wide.

“It’s so good to see the two of you!” Freddy said. He then held his hand out to Chica to which she placed her car keys in. Both Monty and Roxy had questioned the exchange.

“Freddy doesn’t drink anymore so I give him my keys just in case. Besides, who says we both won’t go a little crazy tonight, Rox?” Chica said, bumping her hip into Roxy’s side with a wink.

“Better safe than sorry,” Freddy added cheerfully.

“Well, ya know the drill, have fun, drink, party! MM is gonna dj tonight but he also set up karaoke so go an sing if ya want. And Rox, rememb–” Monty had said.

“If it ain’t the birthday boy!” A voice that grated on Roxy’s nerves spoke. Bonnie walked up to their little group, promptly ignoring her but giving a hug to the others.

“Bon! How ya been? Thanks for coming but I do need to make sure,” Monty lowered their sunglasses to look at both Bonnie and her, “No fightin and no arguments between ya two, alright?”

They both side eyed each other and nodded at him. They squint their eyes at them.

Roxanne sighs in frustration first, “Fine, I won’t pick any fights with him.”

“And I won’t pick any with her even though I doubt that I would start it anyways.”

Right as Roxy was about to say something in return to Bonnie, Chica grabbed her hand to distract her mind.

“Come on you two, tonight’s about Monty, can we all try getting along to celebrate him! Besides, I wanna get to drinking already,” Chica said, keeping a firm grip on Roxy’s hand.

Bonnie sighed out even though he glared at the hand holding, “You’re right. No fights.”

“Oh, ‘fore I forget Chica, your friends are already here. Think I saw em by the bar earlier, wanna head over there?” Monty asked, pleased by the truce that was set into place. “Watch these two troublemakers, hun?”

“Of course!” Freddy exclaimed, grinning wide, accepting the small kiss Monty left on his temple.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Chica says to Roxanne, which she nods to.

As soon as they left, Roxanne turned to the other two still with her. “So who’s taking care of Gregory tonight?”

“Oh I left him with Vanessa, she said she didn’t mind. Monty actually invited her to come but she didn’t seem too enthusiastic about a party of this size,” Freddy responded.

“And she can handle that kid?” Bonnie asks skeptically, which Roxy actually agrees to despite it being said by him. She already knew the kind of headaches Gregory and her would induce on the poor manager.

“Of course, she has had to babysit him before. She only has trouble with reigning him in when there is another troublemaker egging him on,” Freddy said, sending her a specific look that she avoided looking at. She pretended not to see it. She could, however, feel Bonnie’s eyes boring heavily into her. She felt it was time to make her escape.

“I’m gonna go look for my friends now,” Roxy said jokingly, escaping the conversation.

She went and found Mediocre Melodies and began to talk with them. She was eventually able to find Chica and share a few drinks with her. They danced a bit, cheered on people that made attempts at karaoke and could feel a bit of the alcohol start to flow in her system. Chica was still going strong even though she was drinking a bit more than Roxy. Roxy knew that her metabolism was insane but this felt like a step above all the other people she knew that had a great alcohol tolerance. As it got later, Roxanne knew that the Mystery Mix would be brought out soon. She doubted that even though Monty was throwing the party at a bar this time that they would go without his treasured tradition. Besides she just finished convincing Nedd to take a cup.

At that moment, she saw Monty proudly walk in with a large bottle filled with something that could’ve passed as battery acid. He went to place it on the counter and called for anyone brave enough to take a drink. She watched as Nedd took a small shot of the stuff and cringe at it the whole way down his throat. She turned to look down at Chica, who was looking closely at the bottle.

“I’d avoid that stuff if I were you,” Roxy said into her ear since they were closer to the dance floor at the moment. “Shit’ll mess you up.”

“Alright,” Chica said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go find Baby and Ballora then to let them know.”

She then left and Roxy went back to partying with her friends. She eventually went looking for Monty to take some shots with them. But as she went on the search for him, someone grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face them. She already got pissed by someone touching her without permission but she was truly enraged when she saw who it was.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed out, pushing Bonnie’s hand off her shoulder. “What do you want, cabrón ?”

“Where’s Chica?”

“What?”

“Where’s Chica?” He repeated.

“She said she was heading over to Baby and Ballora to let them know not to drink Monty’s poison. Why you asking?”

“I just finished talking to them and they haven’t seen Chica. They said that she went with you, so where is she?” Bonnie said annoyed.

“Why you hovering over her like some overprotective parent?” Now she was getting more annoyed by Bonnie.

“Because I just heard that some girl had taken a second cup of that jungle juice on steroids and the description of her sounded extremely close to Chica.”

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s just the volume but did you just fucking say a second cup?!” Roxanne could feel worry flood her system.

“Yeah, I said a fucking second cup, not a second shot, not a first sip. A second. Fucking. Cup!” Bonnie himself was angry, but Roxy could see all the worry in his eyes now.

“I am going to beat Monty’s ass after I find Chica,” Roxy said dead serious. She was worried now. She needed to find Chica and fast. Chica’s tolerance may be good but she did not think it could handle a second cup let alone the first of the Mystery Mix.

“I’ll help you,” Bonnie grumbled in fury. “As much as I hate you and don’t trust you, we need to find Chica, she can kinda get too crazy with that much alcohol in her. So,” he struggled with the next words, extending a hand out to her, “truce? For Chica?”

She took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Truce. Let’s find our girl. I’ll check by the bar, you check by the stage.”

He nodded at her and took off towards the karaoke stage where a huge mass of people were at. She went to the bar and it was chaos. She could see Freddy standing next to Monty who was in the middle of shotgunning with a small group of people. She went up next to Freddy.

“Hey, you seen Chica?” she asked Freddy.

“Not recently, why?”

“Your boyfriend there might have given her alcohol poisoning. Me and Bonnie are looking for her. Also do me a favor and get Monty’s Mystery Mix away from everyone,” she demanded of him before continuing on her search.

She continued to struggle through the crowd of people that was around the bar. She was finally able to catch a glimpse of the neon jacket that Chica had. She made her way towards Chica to see some asshole trying to flirt with her. She was obviously not interested in the guy, but the prick made to grab at her with his hand. Roxanne lunged forward and grabbed the hand instead.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” She snarled at him. “You think you can do what you want without regard. Well listen up, you touch her, I break this hand, you touch any other person here without permission, I break your fucking arms.” Her grip on him was tight and she could see the fear in his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

“I-I’m uh I’m I’m I’m a friend of Monty’s?” He said, unsure of the answer himself.

“Funny,” she said, tightening the grip, “never seen you before, maybe we keep it that way and you get out of here.”

She let him go and watched as he went towards the exit.

Someone jumped on her back. “Ohhhh Roxypoo, you’re my hero,” Chica sang into her ear from on Roxy’s back. “That was so hot.~”

Roxy swallowed thickly at the tone Chica had in her voice. “You alright?” She asked.

“Mmm much better,” Chica nuzzled into her back. “Let's go dance.” She hopped off Roxy’s back and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

“Umm I don’t know about that Chica, you drank so much of Monty’s stupid drink, I want to make sure you didn’t get any poisoning.”

Chica didn’t pay attention though, she instead focused on Woman by Doja Cat playing over the speakers. "Yeah, that drink tasted like pizza somehow. I had to get a second cup just to try it again. I wanna know what he put in it to taste like that?” She then began to dance to the music, “Oh I love this song, dance with me.” Chica bounced to the beat and Roxy could feel herself hypnotized by each movement. Every body roll and touch on her arm, lighting her up like she had been repeatedly struck by lightning. Chica’s fingers tickled Roxanne as the moved over each slope of her muscles and she was slowly being pulled closer to siren call that was Chica. Chica sang along to the lyrics of the song gently and had a hooded look in her eyes whenever they connected with Roxy’s.

“Why’re you so stiff~” Chica said playfully. “Let me loosen you up, pup~” She then started to dance on Roxy, practically grinding on her and Roxanne froze, biting the inside of her lip to keep from making any embarrassing sounds. “ I can be your woman~ woman~ woman~” Chica sang to her.

“Chica–” Roxanne started.

“Come on, Roxy~” Chica grabbed Roxy’s hands, placing them on her lower back. She then moved one of her hands onto Roxy’s shoulder, the other went to her exposed abs, lightly dancing on them. Roxanne swallowed down a gulp. The hand on her shoulder slowly reached up to the side of her head pulling it down to Chica. Chica’s lips ghosted by her cheek and she could instead feel her breathe on the shell of her ear. “I’m not going to walk you through the whole way. I’m sure you could place those hands lower~”

“Ch-Chica,” Roxanne sighed out.

“Mmm?” Chica replied, licking her lips up at Roxy.

“Chica, we should get you some water.” We need some water. “You’ve had a lot to drink.” Roxanne was doing her best with her dwindling self control.

“Nah, I’m not thirsty.” Chica said cooly before her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Well at least not for water~” She giggled, the hand on her head tickling the back of Roxy’s neck. “I’ve got a tall glass right here.”

Roxanne’s hands unconsciously squeezed Chica at the words, making the shorter woman smirk. “Chica, I’m serious. This is the alcohol talking and I need to make sure that you are safe.”

“Oh come on Roxanne,” she pulled Roxy’s head down again, fingers curled in the hair on the back of her neck, and whispered, “why don’t you be a good girl and take me somewhere private and finally fuck me~”

Roxanne gulped, hard. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. She wouldn’t lie but that was definitely something she wanted for a long time but not like this. She immediately sobered up when Chica began to pull her head down to kiss her.

Roxy gently grabbed both of Chica’s hands, taking them into hers, and pulled away from Chica’s lips even though her heart screamed simultaneously against and for the decision. Chica gave her a confused and almost hurt look. “Chica, let me start this off as that this isn’t a rejection b–”

“Then what is it?” Chica whined.

“Let me get to that,” Roxy said gently. “Firstly, you are extremely drunk right now, and I do not want to take advantage of that in any way. I wanna do things right with you which means full consent and you can’t give me that while drunk. And secondly, I want to make sure that you remember every moment of us together, from the first kiss to the best sex of your life.”

Chica looked at her in bewilderment, Roxy’s heart beating hard in her chest. Then Chica’s eyes started to gleam, tears starting to build in the corners of them. It immediately sent Roxy into a panic.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Roxanne asked as soon as the first tear fell. She gently cupped Chica’s face, brushing off the tear with her thumbs.

“You care so much,” Chica whispered out. “You have so much respect for me.”

Roxanne would not lie, she was extremely confused. “Of course I do. Why are you crying?”

“You respect me so much,” Chica repeated, a couple more tears falling.

Roxanne was at a loss for words. Quit standing around doing nothing, puta. “Hey,” she started gently, Chica looking at her, “I don’t understand what you mean by that, but do you wanna go?”

Chica nodded.

“Alright, come on, let's find Freddy and get the keys.” Chica pushed into her side as they walked, Roxy’s arm wrapped protectively around her. “You said Bonnie was staying at your place tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” Chica said, barely loud enough for Roxanne to hear.

“Alright, good. We can get you home safely and he can keep an eye on you through the night.” She then felt Chica’s phone buzzing in her pocket. Chica pulled it out and held it in front of them, showing a goofy picture of Bonnie, ‘Bon-Bon’ plastered proudly on top. “Well, speak of the devil.”

Chica answered it before handing it over to Roxy, “He wants to speak to you?”

Roxanne's confusion rose even more. “Hello?”

“Did you find her?”

“Yeah, I have her right here. She started crying so I was going to take her to her apartment, you’ll be there right?”

“Actually, no. Whitley just called me saying he needs me to come to my family home quick or he’ll come looking for me. I don’t want him to crash Monty’s party so I need to leave to take care of it.”

Roxanne huffed, “Yeah, I know how he can get.” She hated the truth of it.

“Yeah, so can you, ugh I can’t believe I’m about to ask this, but can you take Chica with you to your place. Keep her safe?” Bonnie’s disgust was very present in his voice.

“Of course I can,” shock the only thing present in her voice.

“I know, weird of me to ask, but we called truce. I would ask Freddy but I think his hands are already going to be full. I’m trusting you to take care of her and if you do so much as one thing wrong, I will make sure that you don’t see the light of day again, am I clear.”

“Loudly, I will take care of her.”

“Good.” The line then went dead.

They finally found Freddy and grabbed the keys from him. Roxy quickly explained what happened to him and took off with Chica.

~~~~~~~~~

The drive to Roxanne’s apartment was very quiet. Tears kept trickling down Chica’s face and it put so much pain in Roxy’s heart that she couldn’t hold and comfort her. She was at least able to hold her hand. And when they arrived to her apartment building, she gave Chica a piggy back ride up since a lot of her energy was now wasted.

She placed Chica gently on the couch while she went to get some water for Chica. Once she got back Chica wiped at her eyes before reaching out for the glass. Roxanne sat down next to her, still not understanding why Chica got so emotional so she figured it was just because of the alcohol.

Chica took the glass and slowly sipped it, snuggling into Roxy’s side on the couch. “Your apartment is very cozy,” she mumbled.

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For crying and making you leave the party earlier. It’s your best friend's birthday and I made you leave to take care of me,” she sniffled.

Roxanne took the glass from her hands and placed it on her coffee table then pulled her into her arms. “Hey it’s ok. I left because I wanted to take care of you. The only reason I was going to take you to your own apartment if Bonnie was there was so I wouldn’t make you cry again or make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable. I feel safe and respected. Not many people do that,” she mumbled out reaching for the water again. She immediately stood up after a few gulps. “Toilet!”

Roxy understood immediately and led her to her bathroom. Chica leaned over the toilet and emptied some of her stomach of the Mystery Mix. Even though Chica had short hair, Roxy did her best to keep it out of her face. When she finally seemed finished, Roxanne helped her stand up and led her to the sink to rinse her mouth out. Roxy figured that she might as well wipe off her makeup along with Chica’s since they were in the bathroom anyways.

“Thank you,” Chica said.

“Of course. Do you want to take a shower or bath or something? I’ll lend you some of my clothes,” Roxanne asked her.

“No. I’m tired. I will take the change of clothes though.”

“Okay.” Roxy went to her bedroom. She went to the drawers that had sweatpants in them and pulled out a pair for herself and a smaller pair for Chica. She then went to another drawer to grab herself a tank top and an old mario kart t-shirt that she never wore outside her apartment. She went back to the living room where had gone to sit, nursing her glass of water again.

“Here,” Roxy said, placing the smaller sweatpants and t-shirt down next to Chica. “Take my room to change, I’ll take the bathroom. Let me know if you need any help.”

Chica nodded and grabbed the clothes, heading straight to the bedroom and closing the door behind her. Roxy went to the bathroom and began to change. At least she’s ok now. Yeah, now try not to fuck up and make her uncomfortable. I won’t, she said I don’t make her uncomfortable, I make her feel safe. Are you sure? She needed to throw up right after she said that. She’s drunk, asshole. Still.

She exited after she finished changing and brushing her teeth, wondering if what Chica said was true about feeling safe. She went to her bedroom door and knocked.

“Come in,” Chica said from behind the door. Roxy entered and saw her lying on her bed and a part of Roxy’s heart screamed at the sight, wishing that it would be a normal occurrence. Roxanne’s clothes seemed to hang loosely off of Chica’s smaller body, but she looked cozy in the blanket. 

“You need anything else?”

“Can you get me a glass of water?” Chica asked embarrassed. 

Roxanne only smiled and left the room, heading to her kitchen. She filled up a new cup of water and brought it back to her room. She placed it on the bedside table next to Chica. She then moved to head to her living room to sleep on the couch to give Chica space to herself to only feel a hand pull her back. 

“Where are you going? I left enough space for you on the bed,” Chica pouted, looking up at Roxy in confusion. “Can you please stay?”

She felt her face heat up and walked around her bed to the empty side in a trance. As soon as she lied down, Chica immediately snuggled up to her.

“I wasn’t kidding about saying you make me feel safe,” Chica whispered to Roxy.

“Do I really?”

“Yeah. A lot of people used to never respect me. I still think a good portion of people don’t. That’s why I don’t get recognized nearly as much as Freddy or Bonnie do as an original member of the GA,” Chica began to ramble. “Heh, it actually has a lot to do with why I don’t perform anymore. It’s why I want to believe you so bad when you say that you’ll get me back on stage. The first time I attempted going solo was such a shitshow, I think it kept me from actually wanting to try again.”

Roxanne stayed silent for a moment, wanting to know more and understand why Chica loved her respect for her so much. After a second, Chica decided to continue.

“My first try was awful. The band had already lost a member since Foxy decided he wanted to go to the navy, so that left only me, Bon, and Freddy. We were good with just the three of us performing without a drummer for a couple years but then Freddy started to get noticed more than us. I was happy for him but it started to hurt seeing his career get furthered while ours were limited to just the band, y’know. Then Bonnie was getting bored with the band, he won’t admit it but that was exactly what happened. He began to bowl more as a side hobby but then he started to make money for it and I guess he was slowly transitioning to it for a career instead of rock stardom.

“That put a strain on his relationship with Freddy, especially since Freddy wanted to adopt a child that he had seen homeless and start a family with Bonnie. Then I got news about my father. I was already stressed about it all. I was everywhere. He apparently had gotten sick with some disease that I don’t remember right now. All the money I earned as lead guitar went straight to saving my Otōsan. I was so scared, Roxy. I didn’t want to lose my dad.” Chica started to get choked up.

“Hey, hey,” Roxanne began to comfort. “Come here,” she pulled Chica closer to her. “You don’t have to go on if it hurts. You can just cry right here.”

Chica cried for a moment, a choked sob escaping her as she buried herself into Roxy. She eventually calmed down enough. “No, no. I want to tell you this. I want to tell someone how much I felt. How much I still feel. Anyways, where was I?”

“Your dad.”

“Ah my dad. Anyways, that put so much stress on me that I ended up picking up smoking to cope. The company would never give me a chance to branch out as a soloist so I didn’t care if it would fuck me up a bit. It wasn’t a lot at first, only a cigarette when my anxiety would peak, it took off the edge. Then, to my surprise, some local bar offered for me to perform as a soloist for them. I was so excited and I thought finally something would go my way during all that time. I was wrong. I got there, ready to sing some covers and maybe one or two original songs but some figlio di puttana started to put me down while I set up. He kept asking where my bandmates were, if I should be allowed there by myself, if I was even any good. I’ve dealt with haters before him but this was my first time facing them alone."

Chica took a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. “It started to get to me. Everything started to get to me at that moment. I did my best to ignore him but I could help but start to doubt myself. I was able to get a good start but one of my tuning keys must have been loose because my guitar was suddenly out of tune for one of the songs. That asshole called it out and came up to stage, taking my guitar from my hands. He shoved me out of the way and said he would tune it himself and ended up snapping the string. Once that happened, he threw Carl to the side and broke the guitar neck. Carl was my oldest guitar, ruined. The club didn’t even try to kick him out, it was only later that I found out he was one of the employees there getting drunk on his night off.”

“I’ll fucking kill him,” was the first thing out of Roxy’s mouth, all powerful rage consuming her. “If I was there, I would’ve beat the everloving shit out of him. He would be nothing but the dirt crushed under my wheels.” She practically growled out. She immediately softened when she felt Chica stare up at her. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Chica smiled sadly at her. “I wish you were there too. I wish I could’ve been able to meet you sooner because I think if I did, I wouldn’t have spiraled. After that, I turned to alcohol, nicotine and food to numb the shame I felt. All of them became such bad addictions. Then Bonnie was officially signed for a pro bowling career and left. My dad’s disease then recessed but he and my mom moved to another city near a better hospital just in case anything happened again. I know they would’ve stayed if they knew what I was going through but I didn’t let them know. I felt like everything and everyone leaving was my fault for being a disrespected failure. That’s all I was ever going to be since I doubt that anyone actually respected or cared about me. Then I was told I was an aunt by Freddy and the first time I met Gregory, I knew I needed to change for the better since this kid deserves some good role models. So I pulled myself out and went to get a degree and open up my dance studio, hopefully. I was confident enough in my dancing and felt that would be the closest thing to the thrill of performing I would get.”

Roxy did her best to make Chica look her directly in the eyes. When they finally locked onto blue, she spoke, “None of that was your fault. You are so strong for pulling yourself out of your spiral but I still wish I was there to help. You deserve to have respect, especially when you perform. And I made a promise, didn't I? I was going to make sure you see the lights of a stage again.”

Chica smiled softly at her before laying her head down on Roxy’s arm. “I know. That’s probably why I feel so safe around you,” she yawned out. “I do miss Carl though, he was the guitar I played at my first gig.”

“I want to keep making you feel safe, Chica.” Roxy replied.

The only response she got was gentle snores. She must’ve finally worn herself out emotionally. Roxanne settled herself more comfortably in the bed and wrapped her own arms around Chica, bringing her close.

“I’m sorry for all that happening to you,” she whispered out. “You are so kind, you deserve so much more. I will be there for you now and I wish we had been allowed to meet much earlier.”

Roxanne soon felt herself drift off. She already planned the next day in her head to take extra care of Chica, starting with a homemade breakfast that she knew that she would be able to make. And to kiss her to let her know that she is deeply loved. Roxy didn’t want her to leave until Chica knew that Roxy wanted her as much as she wanted Roxy. And Roxy finally fell asleep holding someone who could outshine the sun, outsing the birds and who made her truly feel like she was the best person to exist.

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Chica woke up on a bed that wasn’t hers. And clothes that she didn’t remember owning. But the scent that surrounded her was something that she did know. It was the soft smell that she associated with Roxanne.

She began to blush while snuggled into the blanket on the bed. Her mind was flooded with all the memories of the previous night. From taking that first cup of Mystery Mix to Roxy finding her in the bar and scaring that guy away from her to dancing with Roxy. Her blush deepened when she remembered how strongly she came onto Roxy and how she told her to fuck her at the party. She groaned in embarrassment and slammed herself back into the sheets of the bed. It was a good thing that Roxy stopped her when she did because everything immediately after that was a blur, she only started to remember the night after she got the change of clothes from Roxy. Even though she couldn’t remember what exactly she told Roxy during her slight breakdown about the dumpster fire that was her life three years ago, she does remember explaining it. And she still felt the lightness of finally telling someone the gist of what she went through.

But the bed was now starting to feel cold since there was no other body there to be wrapped around her and keep her warm. Just before she got out of the bed, however, she saw the glass that she had asked for last night was replaced, a new glass in its place along with a small aspirin on top of a note. She decided to take the aspirin since her head was slightly throbbing and opened the note. It read, “If you don't see me, went to store. Take aspirin to help, be back soon! :)” in Roxy’s rushed handwriting. Chica giggled since they had each others numbers and yet Roxy still decided to go with a handwritten note for her. She decided to finally stand up and stretch. She decided that she would snoop around and get a look at Roxy’s apartment since this was the first time she was in it for longer than a couple minutes while Roxy grabbed something within it.

She stood from the bed and finally got a good look of Roxy’s bedroom. It wasn’t extremely spacious but there was plenty of room to move around. It was definitely larger than Chica’s own apartment bedroom, especially since Roxy’s bed was slightly larger than her own. The room was also tastefully decorated with some racing memorabilia lining a shelf. The bedside tables had one picture of her, Monty and an older man who was likely her father. They all smiled while Roxy held a trophy in one hand and her racing helmet in the other. Behind that one was a very recent picture of the afterparty of her EP release. It looked like it was a selfie taken by her which had Gregory hanging onto her neck, Chica herself being pulled into a side hug, Monty behind them raising a fist and Freddy with his mouth wide open mid-laugh. She smiled at the photo and placed it down. 

She finally left the bedroom, not really wanting to go through any of Roxy’s wardrobe since it would have felt like a breach of privacy. She came to the hallway that created the intersection between Roxy’s bathroom and bedroom. She then turned to the other direction of the small closet that divided the two doors and saw the living room to her left and a small dining table to the right. She entered the living room and saw her neon jacket there along with the spare jacket that Roxy had taken with her to the party. She turned towards the living room and saw the small counter that overlooked the living room and behind that counter she could see Roxy’s back. She was facing the stove and holding her phone up to her ear.

“Sí papá ,” she said into the phone. “Vamos a comer mas tarde. Gracias. Si, si. Te amo, papá. Hasta luego.”

She then hung up the phone and went back to focusing on the task in front of her. From what Chica could see from behind the counter, it looked like Roxy was trying to make omelets for them. There was also a bowl next to her which Chica assumed was pancakes with what looked like chocolate chips. Chica slowly creeped closer to where Roxanne was working and finally decided to take a seat on one of the stools by the large countertop.

Chica waited until Roxy had turned off the heat before letting Roxy know she was there. “I thought your uncle said you couldn’t cook.”

Roxy jumped slightly and spun to look at Chica. “You’re up! And you scared me, how did you move so quietly.” 

“I can be pretty light on my feet when I want.” Chica winked.

Roxy only shook her head at her, “I was supposed to bring you breakfast in bed, y’know.” She turned back to the stove and took the freshly made omelet and placed it on a plate. “Here you go. I’d serve you pancakes but they didn’t come out good,” she said, embarrassed. “Want anything to drink? Coffee? I have a little bit of apple juice left.”

Chica giggled at Roxy’s eagerness. “I’ll take that apple juice then. And how did you mess up the pancakes, I can see the batter right there.”

Roxy went to her fridge and poured out the apple juice into a glass and placed it in front of Chica. She then grabbed another plate that had another omelet on it for herself and went to sit next to Chica. “I messed up the batter,” she grumbled, eyebrows creasing in annoyance. They quickly softened when she turned to look at Chica. “How do you feel?”

Chica slowly ate her food before answering. “I feel fine, some throbbing to my head. Thank you for the aspirin by the way.” She continued to eat.

Roxy nodded, food in her own mouth. She swallowed before speaking again. “And how do you feel? ”

Chica took a sip of juice, she knew exactly what Roxy was asking, she just wondered about how truthful she should be. When she made eye contact with golden eyes which bore so heavily into her with care, she knew her choice. She sighed. “Honestly, I feel drained emotionally. I haven’t really told anyone all that.” She felt herself growing shy. “I don’t really remember everything I said but I do remember feeling lighter about finally sharing my past to someone.”

“You never shared any of that with anyone? Not even Bonnie.”

Chica was running out of food to eat to help give her time to mull over her words. “No. He knew the general stuff like my dad and the addictions but the performance he doesn’t know about, only that Carl got damaged. I think I didn’t tell him because I felt like he already abandoned me to pursue his own passions, which I’m not against at all, but I already felt like I was on my own. They all were a few years older than me and more established in their lives, I wasn’t and my foundation was crumbling. And it was honestly a lot worse than I said it was last night. I was practically pumping my body with garbage due to my addictions and it didn’t help that my metabolism processes things quick so the highs were always short.” She felt herself start to smile in shame and disgust. “Heh, I actually even thought about switching to heavy drugs for a bit just so I could be numbed for just a bit longer. Thankfully, I pulled myself out of it before that happened…” She could feel some tears starting to burn at the corners of her eyes. She finally looked up at Roxy and was met with concern. Chica also noticed that Roxy had finished eating while she spoke. “I’m sorry, I’m just rambling now.”

Roxy placed her hand on Chica’s that was resting on the counter. “I don’t mind. I love your voice and you deserve to be listened to,” Roxanne smiled gently at her. 

Chica flipped her hand around and threaded their fingers together. “Yeah, but it’s a bit of a bummer topic. I mean why would you want to listen to me rant about my past?”

“Because I want to know all that I can about you,” Roxy replied simply.

Chica felt her face heat up under the intense gaze and got nervous. “Looks like we finished eating, I can do the dishes for you since you cooked.” She scrambled up, grabbing both of their plates.

“Hey, wait no,” Roxy stood up annoyed. “You’re my guest, you shouldn’t be doing any dishes.” She came up behind Chica at the sink, placing a hand on either side of Chica on the counter. Chica’s face was completely flushed now as Roxy leaned over her. Suddenly the memory at the dance floor was at the forefront of her mind, echoes of Roxy saying “first kiss to the best sex of her mind”. At least she knew that they likely wasn’t a bluff now. Roxy then leaned close to her ear, “Go to the couch, watch some tv, I’ll be over in a sec.”

Roxanne leaned onto one hand, giving Chica a side to escape from under her. Chica immediately shuffled over to the couch, trying her best to hide her flushed face. Once she sat down her eyes flicked over to Roxy who was now washing the dishes, a large cocky grin on her face. Chica turned on the tv to some random movie, giving herself time to cool off. Eventually, Roxanne came to the couch and sat with her. They both sat in silence for a moment before Roxy spoke up.

“Do you wanna keep talking about it?”

“No, not really. I’m honestly exhausted from talking about it. I also could use a shower,” Chica said, leaning back into the couch.

“Well, other than showering, I hope you don’t have much plans for the day.”

Chica smiled. “I don’t. I took the day off from work and completed all my assignments before the party. I honestly figured I would get a bit messed up but would actually be taking care of you or Bon. Why? Do you have plans for us?”

Roxanne smiled, “Matter a fact, I do. I called my dad earlier and he said he’ll make his homemade caldo for us. We just need to go to my childhood home and eat there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chica agreed.

“So do you want to borrow some clothes and shower here?” Chica watched Roxy’s eyes widen slightly at the suggestion. “Or um I could uh I could take you to your place so you can shower.”

Chica thought it over for a second. She wouldn’t mind the comfort of some of her clothes but the allure of wearing more of Roxy’s was all too tempting. “I wouldn’t mind having a hoodie to wear instead when we head to my place. I want to drop off my clothes from last night anyways.”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get you one and when you’re ready we can head out. We’ll take your car since I don’t want to give you a headache with the rumble of my bike.”

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It was a few hours later when Chica and Roxy parked in the driveway of a house. Chica was still wearing the hoodie that Roxy had given her earlier, not wanting to really change from it after her shower. Roxanne’s scent was very strong in it and Chica wanted to stay in it for as long as possible. When they parked Chica recognized the house from the few times she actually came to the house with Bonnie to pick Foxy up. This was going to be her first time actually going in it, however.

“Alright, you ready?” Roxy asked her from the driver's seat.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get real hungry.”

“Great,” Roxy said. “My dad cooks much better than I ever could. He’s also really nice, so let’s head in.”

Roxy exited the vehicle and went to Chica’s side. They both walked towards the front door of the house and Roxy pulled on the handle letting them in.

“Papá, estamos aquí,” she shouted into the house.

“Con tu novia,” she heard a man ask as he exited the kitchen into the living room they stood in.

Chica could see the relation he had with both Roxanne and Foxy. He had the same piercing gold eyes as his daughter along with the sharpness in his face. His skin was lighter, matching more of what Chica could remember Foxy having and his smile was closer to Foxy’s as well.

“Not yet, but Papá, meet Chica. Chica, this is my dad.” Roxy introduced them to each other.

“Pues date prisa y pregúntale, mija,” he said to his daughter before turning to look at her. “Nice to meet you Chica, Roxy always talks about you. Nice to finally have a face to who was distracting my daughter when she was working more at the garage.” He shook her hand. “Food will be done soon, give her a tour while you wait.”

“Sure come on,” Roxy said, grabbing Chica’s hand and showing her around the house. There wasn’t much for her to show. Roxy showed her where the master bedroom was and led her to the hall that had her room and Foxy’s room, a bathroom between them to share when they were younger. There were also many family photos lining the walls. She saw a picture of two children playing in the yard. Pictures of who she assumed was their mom dancing with their father. A picture of what looked like a young Foxy in a mariachi outfit, accordion next to him while Roxy stood next to him with a tiny motocross helmet next to her. There was one picture that showed what looked like a little girl holding a baby boy and she was confused.

“I thought Foxy was older,” Chica questioned.

“He is, this was before either of us transitioned.” Roxy said looking at the photo, nostalgia and sadness in her eyes. “I’m sure Foxy told you he’s trans,” Chica nodded. “And I am as well. Our parents supported us the whole way. We both knew since we were children that we had the wrong bodies. I don’t even remember the names we had back then but after we told our parents our names we liked better that’s what we used. Roxanna and Felix. Those are technically our legal names that we chose on the name change documents. I remember, Felix used to call me Anna when we played,” Chica could hear Roxy start to choke up a little. “It was nice knowing that I had someone by my side, struggling with their own identity as we grew up.” She started to look at another picture, one of their mom squeezed between them. “After mama passed he was different, went from Felix to Foxy. I still had trouble with kids invalidating me and I always figured that older siblings protected you from bullies,” tears were now starting to flow down her face. Chica grabbed her hand. 

“Hey, you don’t have to keep going on,” Chica tried to comfort.

“I know. I don’t even know why I started rambling,” Roxy cried, pushing her hair back. “Seeing these photos just reminds me of the past. And you shared some of yours, I want this to be a two way street.”

Chica pulled her down into a hug. “Take the time you need to speak about it though. You don’t need to tell me everything right now.”

Roxy nuzzled into her shoulder, tears slowing in their flow. “Yeah, I know. I said this would be a light hearted day and here I am crying.”

They stood in the hallway for a moment before Roxy’s father shouted, “ Comida!”

They went to the kitchen and served themselves food. They all ate, the mood elevating thanks to all the teasing Roxy’s dad did. It was almost like he could tell how badly affected she had been moments ago and found that getting her riled up would pull her out of the mood quickly. They spoke about music and Chica bonded with him over guitar playing and told each other about their own musical journeys in guitar playing. Eventually, Chica was sharing stories about some of the goofy things she had seen Roxy do, making the man burst out laughing and embarrassing Roxy who only playfully scowled at her each time. As it was getting later, they knew that they would be leaving soon.

“Bueno , it was nice getting to know you Chica. I hope my daughter continues to treat you right and I hope you learned your lesson about trying any drink made by Montgomery,” he chuckled, picking up their bowls. “But I’m guessing that you two still have more plans por el dia , so I won’t keep you.”

“Oh we don’t mind sir, it was wonderful getting to meet you,” Chica responded cheerily, watching Roxy nod.

“No need to call me that, just call me Cesar,” he smiled. “Oh and mija a package came in for you to the shop, I brought it and put it on your old bed. I’ll get washing started while you get it then I’ll see you off.”

“Wanna go get that package then we can go watch movies at my place?” Roxy asked.

Chica nodded. She also wanted to see Roxy’s childhood bedroom. They walked back down the hallway towards Roxy’s old room. They pushed open the door and Chica had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

“I fucking forgot I had that,” Chica heard Roxy moan.

There pushed up to the corner of a wall was a racecar bed. Chica thought it was adorable, the thought of a much younger Roxy sleeping in such an adorable bed. That was the only thing that look like it hadn’t been updated. The rest of the room looked slick and dark, different band posters on the walls. Some memorabilia of some video games placed on shelves. A small pile of plushies on what she guessed was a beanbag. Different books on mechanics on a shelf along with piano books, placed conveniently close to a small keyboard still hooked up to an outlet. Chica decided to look back on the bed after taking the rest of the room in and saw a pretty, pink helmet that looked almost exactly like the helmet that Roxy would use for her own bike.

“I wish he told me it was the helmet,” Chica heard Roxanne grumble from next to her. Roxy moved to sit on the bed, pulling the helmet to her lap. Chica then knew it was definitely for her after seeing her name line the bottom of it on one side. Roxy patted the spot next to her for Chica to sit.

“Is that for me?” Chica asked, heart beating at the kind gift.

“Yeah,” Roxy spun it in her hands, smiling. “I got it for you as a graduation gift along with your own custom jacket. You kept complaining that I kept giving you my best safety equipment when we went on rides together so I figured I could get us some matching stuff.”

Chica lunged at Roxy, pulling her into a close hug, making her drop the helmet in surprise. “You are such a dork! First the mario kart t-shirt, then this bed and now this. You are positively adorable Roxanne Wolf. What would your fans say at the badass wolf being such a puppy dog?”

“It’s a good thing they’re not allowed to see it. And what’s with all the teasing today?” Roxy joked back.

“I don’t think you get grounds to speak about teasing,” Chica grumbled. Immediately she was flipped out of the hug and laid on the bed, Roxanne hovering over her.

“I think I do, especially after last night. I didn’t ask earlier but do you remember how you were at the bar?” Roxy whispered into her ear.

Chica immediately blushed knowing what exactly she was referring to. The same sexual tension that had been lingering in the air since that moment came back at full force. Her face completely flushed under Roxy’s gaze. “Yeah, well I was dealing with months of teasing before that,” Chica sighed out.

“Maybe we should finally fix that then,” Roxy said, eyes looking at Chica’s lips now.

“I agree,” Chica said, placing her hands around the back of Roxy’s head and pulling her down.

The moment their lips connected, Chica felt like she was on fire. The lips that she dreamed about feeling on hers for months were much better than she imagined. She felt like she could melt on the spot. It didn’t last long, if anything Chica knew that it was just a peck but she had wanted it for so long that it felt like finally getting that first drop of water after tracking a desert. 

Roxy pulled away and looked at her. She seemed speechless and looked ready to lunge in for more. Chica felt the same way until she remembered where they were.

“I feel like we could continue this elsewhere,” using all her self control to speak instead of kissing Roxanne again.

Roxy’s eyes cleared of their daze, also remembering where they were. She looked at the racecar bed she pinned Chica to and blushed. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said embarrassed. She immediately got off of her and grabbed the dropped helmet from earlier. She then grabbed Chica’s hand and led her to the entrance of the house.

Cesar saw the two of them at the door from his spot on the couch and went to see them off. He invited them to come eat at his place again and gave both of them a hug before they entered Chica’s car. Roxy drove them back to her apartment as quickly as she could while keeping them safe. Both of them rushed to the elevator and Chica knew her heart was beating at the promise of tasting the heaven that was Roxy’s lips. 

As soon as they entered the apartment, Roxy dived right back on her lips again. When they broke that kiss she spoke. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

Chica started laughing and pulled Roxy close, ghosting her lips over hers before saying a very clear, “Of course.” And pressed forward in another kiss.

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Roxanne was on cloud nine. She finally got a taste of heaven in the form of an angel named Chica. Her weekend had been absolutely wonderful with Chica. Monty’s party had been on Friday night so her whole Saturday was spent with Chica and finally kissing her. Sure, she was somewhat embarrassed that their first kiss together was on her dorky racecar bed, but she was happy about it nonetheless. 

She remembered taking Chica back to her home and spending the whole evening making up for lost time. Each kiss made Roxy feel like she was riding a motorcycle for the first time again. The soft feel of Chica’s full lips on hers had melded oh so perfectly. The glide of their lips that got hungrier each time they pulled away had made Roxy see stars. She could almost still feel the fingers that danced at the back of her head. The heat that Chica had put on her, mumbling about how long and how badly she wanted Roxy, it made Roxy feel like such an idiot for not accepting it sooner.

“Yo Roxy!”

Then their date the next day was absolutely wonderful. It honestly felt no different from when they went out before, the only difference was that this time it was official. They were now officially dating. She could now genuinely in full confidence call Chica her girlfriend. She honestly had never felt this excited to be in a relationship before.

“Rox! Get yer head outta ya ass! Come fucking spot me!” Monty shouted.

She finally snapped out of her Chica induced daze from the weekend. She had been running on the treadmill for a while now. It was her cardio day and his weights day, but she apparently was running for much longer than usual. To be fair, she felt like she had been hooked up to a generator the whole weekend and none of that energy had been burnt away yet. 

“Give me a sec! Let me do a cool down,” she shouted back to him. She slowly dropped the speed of her treadmill down to a moderate walking pace. Monty scrunched their face at her before a wicked grin spread across their mouth. He began to walk over to her as she cooled off.

“So ya finally kissed her, huh,” he teased, a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Took ya fucking long enough. She literally drooled every time she saw you and it took you only now to finally kiss her. You're welcome by the way.”

She suddenly remembered what had caused Chica’s drunkenness from the weekend which led to them spending their whole Saturday together. Her head snapped to him, “That’s right, thanks for reminding me by the way. Do you have Bonnie’s number?”

Their face immediately dropped to one of pure confusion, “Uh yeah. Why? Don’t you two hate each other?”

“Send me his number,” she asked, pointedly ignoring his questions.

“Uh okay…” He sends a message to her phone.

“Great,” she says uncharacteristically cheerful. Her eyes quickly narrow at him, “Now we can beat your ass together for poisoning Chica with your jungle juice on steroids. And we came to a truce.”

“What the hell? A 2-v-1 is unfair,” he pouted.

She finally finished with her cool down and stepped off the treadmill. “I think it’s completely fair. We’ll make a day out of it and everything. We’ll invite Freddy and Chica to come watch, they’ll be happy to see me and Bonnie bond.”

“At the expense of me!”

“That’s a price I’m willing to take,” she teases. “Now come on, weren’t you whining earlier about needing a spot.” She slaps his shoulder while passing them on the way to the weights.

Monty grumbles the entire way to the benchpress and lies down while Roxy stands behind him. “Why not just drop the dumbbell on me instead and end my suffering sooner.”

“Aww now where’s the fun in that,” she teased. 

Monty lies down on the bench and gets ready to lift. They set him up and safely make sure he can lift the bar. They begin to do their reps while Roxy stands close by. They went on like this for a while so Monty could get his reps in. Once they finished, they finished stretching out and headed to the showers before going out for lunch together.

They agreed to meet at the lobby and head to the sandwich shop that they enjoyed that was extremely close by. They kept on shoving one another and teasing each other the entire time. They walked in and placed their orders, getting a couple of smoothies to go along with it as well, before sitting down in their usual corner of the shop.

“So,” Monty takes a loud annoying slurp of his smoothie before placing it on the table. “How’s it feel to be off the market again?”

She smirks, “Could ask you the same thing?” They smirk back at her, shoving his star-shaped sunglasses up on his nose, quirking an eyebrow up in amusement. “But it feels amazing since it’s Chica I’m with. Never thought that I would ever want to get into anything serious with anybody but here we are.” She raised her smoothie up to toast with his.

“I hear ya,” they raise their cup and clinking the cardboard to hers. They both take drinks from their smoothies to commemorate the toast. “Ya know, I’m proud of us. I’m proud a you.”

“Now you wanna be soft,” she said, trying to keep the teasing tone but struggling. She wasn’t expecting this kind of softness from Monty, at least not at the moment. “That’s not gonna get you out of me beating your ass with bunny boy.” She took another sip of her smoothie, hiding behind it.

“Nah, I mean it. You’ve grown. Still a punk ass bitch who would beat someone’s ass for looking at her wrong, but also being vulnerable, gentle.” They lower their glasses to show how genuine the statement was. He smiles at her, “I mean I always knew that shit but look at how ya are with Chica and Freddy’s little shit, Gregory. Maybe you aren’t as emotionally constipated as we thought.”

“Shut up,” her face darkened in embarrassment. Luckily, their food came at that moment which was enough to distract Monty for a moment.

“Hell,” they start, some food still in his mouth before swallowing it, “you’re even making attempts to get along with Bonnie.”

“Yeah, what about all your issues, puta ?” She sneers at him, face fully darkened now at the fact stated since even she felt it would take some miracle for her to even not feel disgust at the thought of interacting with Bonnie. Chica truly is a miracle though.

Their smirk grows once more, becoming the most shit-eating grin Roxy had ever seen, “I go to therapy, unlike you, who thinks hopping on your bike and winning a race counts as counseling.”

She glared at him. “Oh shut up,” and throws one of her fries at him, making him bark out in laughter. “So what if I’m going soft?”

“Oh did I hear that right? You’re going soft?” a voice that Roxy hadn’t heard from in over a month spoke from the side of their table. Monty’s laughter immediately halts, dying in their throat and his head snaps in anger at the people walking up to their table. There Whitley Springer walked up with two of the other members of his band behind him. The drummer, Franklin “Dreadbear” Munz, and bass player, Philip “Nightmare” Grimm.

“What do ya assholes want?” Monty growled out at them.

“Oh hi Gator, you can talk to Dread for a bit, I wanna chat with Twisted for a second,” Whitley says, good-naturedly but the annoyance still prevalent in his voice.

“I don’t go by that anymore, Whitley. And I don’t feel like talking to any of you Springers,” she glared at him. “Ever.”

He smiled, unimpressed before leaning closer to her, “Now, I know that’s a lie. What was it that Gator said earlier?”

“Believe he said she was attempting to get along with your stick-in-the-ass cousin, Wit,” Nightmare supplied him, Dread nodding along to the statement.

“Ah yes,” Whitley snapped his fingers in glee, “That’s right. You’re going soft and becoming friends with my cousin. The cousin I was sure hated our whole band. ”

“Well, Rox ain’t in your band anymore. People change, maybe you should too,” Monty spat out.

“Oh but Montgomery,” he starts, venom sounding as sweet as sugar. “People like us never change,” he said, placing one hand onto Roxy’s shoulder. “I know you don’t get it since you’re an only child but Roxanne and me? We got the legacies of our older brothers to live up to. That fighting instinct will never leave us.” His grip started to tighten. “We’ll do anything to be the better sibling, even if it means getting our hands dirty. How else will we get their attention?”

He’s right. You don’t change. You’ll always be a loser. The second choice. The monster. You don’t deserve Chica. She’s too good for a pathetic loser like you.

She tried her best to fight the thoughts away. She didn’t know what to say so she kept her face as stoic as possible only glaring at Whitley. In return, he only grinned at her with a wild fire blazing in his eyes.

“That’s why I decided to come over here, Twisted.” The hand he had on her shoulder loosened in grip and now only rested there gently, almost as if it were genuine kindness from a friend, but Roxy knew better. “I won’t lie, I was very upset that you decided to go through with your release. I thought you would love to be back in your proper place on stage with The Jumpscares. I know you love playing in a band, you do tend to shine brighter when there’s others to compare you to. And Mr. Afton was quite upset that you didn’t take his offer but I vouched for you to him once more, ain’t that right guys?” Dreadbear and Nightmare nod from behind him. “See, so we are giving you one more chance to join us. Just cancel your contract and boom! Over to Afton Industries with so much more success promised. It’s not like you have a lot going on with Fazbear Enterprises.”

She looked up at Monty, who stared hard into her eyes for a brief second before his entire posture went slack, a bemused smile playing on their lips. She herself smiled, confidence returned at Whitley implying she had nothing at Fazbear Enterprises Studios. Not after the whole past month of Chica helping her with songs in her tiny studio room. Not after spending time being trained by Freddy and Vanessa to be a proper celebrity. Not after building bonds with some of the other staff. She grew to love the studio and everyone in it, even if she wouldn’t admit it vocally. Besides, her success was already blossoming there. And from the desperation in Whitley’s tone, she knew that he needed her for his success.

“I think I’ll pass on that again, Springer. You obviously need me for your success, not the other way around. You’re nothing without me, aren’t you?” His grin finally left his face, the glare that was hidden in his eyes were forefront now. “I have a lot going for me right now. My success is pretty much already guaranteed. I’m in an amazing relationship. I’m the favorite for the track racing championships. I’m already winning, Withered. What a suiting name for you, it matches your rate of talent.”

Whitley was now fuming, all air of nonchalance gone. “You really want to cross me like that, huh Roxanne? You know what I do to people that cross me. And I’m sure Afton won’t be pleased to hear about this either. I’d watch my back if I were you, especially since I doubt Toy will still be fond of you after saying you weren’t in an amazing relationship when you were together.”

“I’d hardly call what we had a full relationship when it was much closer to friends with benefits,” Roxy replied in annoyance.

“Regardless, we were friends once Roxanne and I hate when a friend double crosses me so I’d be careful if I were you. There’s more than one way to destroy your life after all.” He immediately shoves off after that, the other two guys following after him as they leave the store.

“Jeez,” Monty groaned, “will that prick ever grow up?”

Roxy chuckles and took a bite of her sandwich. “Doubt it.” They both ate in silence for a moment. In the back of Roxy’s mind, all the stuff Whitley said about never changing burned. A part of her believed it heavily. Believed that as hard as she tried to be good now, especially for Chica, that it would never be enough. Monty noticed her silence and watched her face fall slightly with each bite as she battled in her mind.

“So, championship races are this weekend, right?” He asked.

Her head shot up, “Yeah.”

They smiled, “You totally ready to kick some ass and win it for the second year in a row?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” she said, grinning finally finding a place on her face.

“Good, cause a lot of us already planned to take over a section to cheer ya on. Me and your old man already know where we wanna have e’ryone sit. I’ll be sure to give Chickadee and the little shit the best spots in the house.”

“Great. You can invite Bonnie along too, I’ll show him was an intense sport actually looks like,” she said smugly before finishing off her sandwich.

“Rock on,” Monty exclaimed in return. “It’ll be great! We’ll invite the Mediocre Melodies, DJMM, Vanessa, Maple, the guys at the garage, everyone to watch ya kick ass!”

She only smiled in return, pride burning her. She was extremely excited for the championship race coming that weekend. She was even more excited to win than ever since she already felt like she won the jackpot with Chica. The title of championship racer would be icing on the cake, especially since she can spend the night celebrating with Chica at her apartment now. She couldn’t wait.

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Chica was the happiest she had ever been. She had finally gotten to taste the lips of the gorgeous women that had so thoroughly impressed her from the start. She normally loved dancing but all the dancing they both had done about their feelings grated on her emotions. But now, she was properly in a relationship with Roxanne.

They had gone on a date the day after they kissed and spent the whole rest of the day at Roxy’s place making up for all the time they missed out by sabotaging themselves. Chica knew she should have worked up the confidence but her confidence had always been a shaky thing since her attempt at going solo. Then she told Roxy all about that experience, finally getting it off of her chest and she felt like she had all the confidence in the world, especially when under Roxy’s gaze. 

Now here she was sitting in a cafe with Bonnie, who had called her the previous day, asking if they could meet up since he was worried about her after  Monty’s party.

“She treated you well, right?” He asked.

Chica smirked and took a sip of the milkshake she was drinking. “More than well actually. Though I think I was the one treating her extremely well if you know what I mean.”

Bonnie scrunched his face up in disgust and glared at her. “Gross. That is not what I meant and you know it.”

Chica chuckles, “Hey, I know that but you and Freddy were awful to deal with all those years, I think it's my turn to be insufferable. And she was very kind to me. She was so gentle to me even when I was,” her face immediately flushed, “Oh god, even when I was throwing myself at her.”

“Yeah, I remember that,” Bonnie says off-handedly while taking a bite of his burger. “I didn’t know you were that horny for her, think I needed to bleach my eyes after that.”

“You saw that?!” Chica exclaims, red taking over her face in embarrassment. She then raised her hands to hide behind them, groaning. She heard him chuckle from the other side of the table and peaked up from behind her hands to shoot him a glare. Then it hit her. “Wait, Roxy said you called her to say you had to leave and for her to take care of me.” She then exaggerated a gasp. “Did you actually trust to leave me in her care?”

He then started to choke on the food in his mouth in shock. He eventually was able to clear his throat before sucking on teeth a bit to mull over his words. “...Maybe.”

Chica lit up, “You’re warming up to her! I knew it. You know, I always thought you two would get along quite well. Both of you are professional athletes, hot heads that are actually huge softies, hate your cousin, care about me–”

“Oh god, please stop,” Bonnie said, cringing visibly at the thought of being similar to Roxanne. It made Chica giggle a little internally. She felt like the two of them would be great frenemies if they got over their past. “And it isn’t like that. We only called a truce for your safety and we split up at the bar to find you.” Chica grinned cheekily at him, making him much more defensive about proving he still didn’t like Roxy. “Look! When I saw you all over her and she declined you even though she very obviously wanted to take you somewhere private. I can respect someone who doesn’t take advantage of others while they’re intoxicated like she at least has some good morals! I can still hate her for other shit though. And Whitley was on his way to ruin the party so I did need to take care of that and Freddy was busy so Roxy made sense to take care of you.”

Chica still had a shit-eating grin looking at the frustrated bowler. “Yeah but you also met my college friends at the party.”

His face dropped immediately before face palming. “ Putagina, ” she heard him mumble. “She was already with you, so convenience sake. I couldn’t go looking for your friends,” he tried justifying.

She felt that he wouldn’t give up his stance on the matter so she decided to let it go. “Whatever you say, Bon~”

He huffs again and grabs his own milkshake to sip at to cool off. “How’s your classes going? It’s getting closer to the end of the semester, isn’t it?”

“They are! Finals are coming up soon so I’m going to need more time soon to study which kinda sucks since I barely went on one date with Roxy. I want more but our schedules don’t line up much right now,” she pouted. “But I’m not too worried about my classes, I’ve been doing amazing at them all semester but can’t help that finals stress.”

“I can imagine. Just be sure to talk to someone if the stress becomes too much alright,” he told her gently.

“Of course, I’ve got you here and all our other friends now.” She says appreciatively. “Besides, I also have Roxy and there’s some activities I can do with her that are great stress relievers.”

He glares at her again. “Gross.”

She feigns innocence. “Aren’t you a pervert! I was implying rides on the back of her bike, she did get me my own personalized helmet so I could ride with her after all.”

“Uh huh,” he nods his head sarcastically at her, “that’s totally what you meant by that.”

Right before Chica could say a comeback to him, a random lady walked up to their table. She looked to be a couple years younger than herself. She had a very curvaceous body and tight clothing on with a very pretty face to add on to the attractiveness. Chica could feel attracted to this woman, but it was nowhere near the same amount of attraction she felt when she met Roxy for the first time. Though she doubts that anyone could ever reach the magnitude of attractiveness that Roxy had at that first meeting in that garage, seeing her hard at work in such a messy way. Chica was distracted now. She looked to Bonnie who also watched the woman but with intense apprehensiveness and annoyance in his features. 

“Oh my god, Honeybun,” the woman said to Bonnie as soon as she reached the table, making him scowl at her.

“Don’t call me that.”

It then finally clicked who this was in Chica’s mind. She remembered seeing her hang around Whitley every once in a while. “Are you Catrina?”

Catrina raises an eyebrow at her, finally taking notice of Chica before smirking. “Sure am but everybody calls me Toy. What’s your name cutie?”

“I’m Chica,” Chica tells her politely.

Catrina’s eyes gleam and her smirk grows even wider. “Now I remember you. You were the GA’s guitarist. Oh man you were probably my biggest celebrity crush back then, you look so different now.” Catrina paused for a moment, enough for Chica to feel self conscious about herself. Did she look that different? Catrina then snaps her fingers as another train of thought entered her head. “Wait, so you're the Chica Withy talked about? You’re Roxy’s new fling? I just thought he was trying to speak Spanish again. Ehh, whatever,” she shrugged the thought then looked at Chica mischievously. “So what’d you think of her. Those piano fingers are no joke, am I right?”

Chica’s face lit up in both anger and embarrassment. “Um miscusi?”

“Oh no need to be shy, Roxy’s a great fuck buddy.” Catrina said in an almost reminiscing tone. It created a deep anger and possessiveness bubble in Chica.

She grit her teeth, “Firstly, I’m her girlfriend, not a fuck buddy. Secondly, it’s none of your business, you don’t even know me,” Chica spat out furiously. She could see Bonnie from across the table, too stunned to say anything and only watching the exchange with eyes as wide as saucers. 

It didn’t seem to deter Catrina much though, instead it seemed like she was trying to get a reaction out of Chica. “Ah so you don’t kiss and tell. Shame, I was hoping for some girl chat but whatever. And girlfriend?” She let out a single sharp laugh at the word like it was unbelievable. “Didn’t know she actually was committing herself to a relationship now, you sure youre not just a fuck buddy. She never called her exes more than that when she was with them and I should know since I was one of them. She even took us on dates and stuff but still refused to say we were girlfriends herself.”

Chica narrowed her eyes at Catrina, to see if she was telling the truth while simultaneously trying to remember if Roxy had asked her to be her girlfriend. She was sure she had. “Yes, girlfriend.” Or did she? 

Catrina looked like she could feel the hesitation off of Chica. “Whatever you say,” she sang. “Good luck with getting through her emotional walls if that’s the case.”

Now Chica felt the need to be defensive of Roxanne or more specifically the fact that it seems like Roxy has lowered those walls. “Maybe that’s why she never called you or any of her other exes her girlfriends because she has been quite vulnerable with me.”

Chica watched Catrina closely for a response only to have her still smugly grin at her and let out only a small huff. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that. If I know Twisty Roxy, she only shows you what she wants you to see. Just some food for thought, you know.” She shrugged.

Chica bit the inside of her lip at that. She was trying to think of a rebuttal until Bonnie finally spoke up for the first time in the entire conversation. “Well Rina, you definitely haven’t seen how Roxanne is around Chica then. She’s making an effort to even have a positive relationship with me for the sake of Chica, so I’m sure she sees Chica as a girlfriend, too bad she never saw you that way,” he said cheekily.

Catrina finally looked slightly pissed off. “Don’t call me Rina. It’s either Toy or Catrina, nothing else, asshole.” Her phone then started to go off. She looked down at it before lowering her arm again. “You’re lucky I need to take this so I guess I’ll be leaving.” She turned to look back at Chica, the coy smirk back on her face again. “Just keep what I said in mind.” Then she left, answering the phone and bringing it to her ear as she left.

Chica glared at her the whole way out of the diner until Bonnie snapped her out of it by attempting to steal a fry from her plate. She promptly smacked his hand away while he sat back in his seat calmly, studying her.

“Ignore her, she’s just trying to get under your skin,” Bonnie said after taking a slurp of his slightly melted milkshake.

“I know but ughhhh,” she groaned in frustration. “I still can’t help but feel doubt about being with Roxy now, it did take us forever to get together even though the attraction was there from the start.”

“Yeah but Roxanne is also stupid. She thinks that us having a truce means I’m completely cool with her now, look.” He then pulled out his phone and turned it face her. At the top of the screen was Roxanne’s number and a few messages. The first said it was her, then the next was reminding Bonnie that they still needed to beat Monty’s ass. The final message was saying that their whole group should just go bowling then go-karting and beat Monty at each activity to embarrass him in front of Freddy. Chica thought it was kind of cute that Roxy was trying to extend an olive branch to Bonnie in the form of taking down her best friend. How her. 

As she read the messages, a new message dinged on Bonnie’s phone from a ‘O Cap’n My Cap’n’ that she didn’t read to respect his privacy. “Hey you got a message.”

“Oh really?” Bonnie then turned the phone towards himself to check the message. His eyes lit up the second he read it and he placed the phone down immediately, larger grin plastered across his face. “Guess who’s gonna be back in town.”

Chica was taken aback for a second before realizing who would get this kind of gleeful reaction out of Bonnie. It clicked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Is he really coming back?”

Bonnie’s grin grew much wider, tooth gap prominent, nodding his head up and down in excitement. “Foxy, our pirate captain is finally returning from the sea!”

“Oh god, it’s been so long!” Chica was ecstatic, she would finally get to see one of her best friends in the world after years of not seeing him. She was excited until she remembered his relationship with her girlfriend. It brought something burning to the forefront of her mind.

“Yeah! It has been. Man, it’ll be great for us all to be together again. He says hopefully he’ll be here in the next week,” Bonnie said enthusiastically, not noticing the inner turmoil Chica was in until he looked up and saw her enthusiasm wasn’t as great anymore. “Hey, you alright?”

“Do you know why Roxanne doesn’t like Foxy?”

He was taken aback for a second, thinking over his words. “I don’t really know. I think it might have something to do with why none of us met her when we were all younger since he was the one to keep her from meeting us. I only happened to meet her about 3 times and that last one was not a pretty meeting.” His brow was furrowed at the memory.

“What happened?”

“I uh wasn’t there for the whole thing but all I know is both of them were real beat up, especially Foxy. I think Monty was there for the whole fight but I doubt they’d tell you since it's something between Foxy and Roxy.”

Chica’s brow furrowed at this, piecing together that the two of them had some type of fight. “Is that why you don’t like her?”

“Yeah.” He was playing with his straw, avoiding eye contact.

“That doesn’t seem like a good enough reason to me…”

“Well it was a build up of stuff, that was the final straw, I guess. Besides, she does seem a lot better now. Maybe we can become,” he paused to search for the right word, “acquaintances? Eh good enough. Maybe she’ll even try to get along with him now.”

That got her a little hopeful. She wanted Roxy to have a good relationship with her brother since everytime Roxy mentioned him, her eyes always filled with anger and sadness. She didn’t want Roxy to feel like that over her brother. “Yeah, hopefully. Foxy will also get an earful from me about not introducing me or Freddy to Roxy when we were all in the band.”

Bonnie chuckled. “Yeah, Foxy wasn’t the smartest back then. Maybe Roxy has a point in hating him back then, I know I did.”

“That’s cause the two of you had that prank war going on for three years, made both of you awful to deal with,” Chica teased.

“I still feel bad for the time Freddy was taped to the ceiling, but also insanely impressed with Foxy actually getting him up there.”

Right before Chica could reply, her phone started to ring, ‘I wanna be your slave’ playing from it with a picture of Roxy plastered over the screen. She looked up to Bonnie, who smirked at the song choice, and gave her a small nod to answer.

“Hey!” Roxy said brightly over the phone.

“Hi!” Chica returned enthusiastically. “What’s up?”

“Eh finished working out with Monty and dealt with some assholes. Figured calling my girlfriend would cheer me up a little,” Roxy tried to say nonchalantly, but Chica could still hear all the giddiness in her voice. Chica also smiled wider at being called girlfriend. Take that, bitch.

“Ignore them. They’re probably jealous of how amazing you are.”

“Oh they most definitely are. So, what you up to?”

“Having some lunch with Bonnie. He keeps trying to steal my fries.”

Roxanne gasps, making Chica giggle, "How dare he. Also did he see my texts?”

“Yup!”

“Good. Tell him to respond,” She says annoyed.

“I will. Don’t worry.”

“Great. Oh also, tell him that he’s welcome to come to my championship race this weekend.”

That shocked Chica a tiny bit. “Really? You won’t get upset with him there.”

“Nah, Monty says I should try being chill with Bonnie. Told me that me and Bonnie are ‘quite similar’ to each other and that we should try being nicer to each other. So I guess I’ll be the one to extend the olive branch since I’m better than him,” Roxy said smugly.

Chica rolls her eyes and moves the phone away from her ear. “She’s inviting you to her championship race this Friday.”

He checks his phone real quick, most likely texting Foxy, and gives her a thumbs up. “Not like I got much going on right now anyways.”

She shoots him a slight glare before returning the phone to her ear. “He says he’ll come.”

“Great. Make sure he watches his language though, he and Monty egg each other on and I don’t want Gregory to leave since Freddy doesn’t like him hearing curse words.”

“Of course. Wouldn't want your little speedster to miss seeing the master at work, right?”

“You know it, Chi! But I gotta go now, Monty’s bugging me to buy him another sandwich. I’ll talk to you when you get out of work and you're welcome to come to my apartment. We can watch some movies or something.”

“Alright. I’ll probably bring my laptop to work on some stuff while we watch, if that’s fine.”

“Of course. I’ll see you later then. Bye,” Roxy says sweetly.

“See ya.” Chica says back before the line goes dead.

Bonnie finally catches her eye and mimes gagging. She rolls her eyes and throws a small fry at him which makes him laugh. She felt happy. Her best friend was going to be coming back after almost 6 years. She has the best girlfriend she could ever hope for that makes her feel safe and loved. But all the stuff about Roxy’s emotional walls that Catrina spoke about stuck in the back of her mind. Chica tried to ignore it and guessed that it was just jealousy that she couldn’t get Roxy to stay in a relationship with her. She shook off the thought and went back to thinking about all her friends and girlfriend and how much had changed since meeting her and how happy she had been. 

Hopefully after this race and finals, her and Roxy could go out much more. She was excited about that. And maybe, just maybe, Roxy will continue to help build her up so she can feel the burn of spotlights on stage again.

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The morning started nice and bright for Roxanne. She had woken up in her apartment to half of her bed empty. It had already been a week since Monty’s birthday party and the day that Roxanne had taken care of Chica. It was strange to her how easily the two of them fell into the relationship but it was also the most natural thing in the world. And Chica had stayed at her place pretty much every other day since Saturday, not that Roxy really minded. It felt nice to share her space with someone.

She finally stretched and got out of the bed. She headed to the kitchen to see Chica eating her breakfast, another plate waiting for Roxy on the counter next to her stove. A small stack of fluffy pancakes, some eggs and fruit right next to it. Chica’s back was to her while she sat at the counter, eating the last bits of her own pancakes and reading something off of her laptop. Roxanne snuck up behind her, wrapping her hands around her middle.

“ Ay pollita, why didn’t you come wake me up?” Roxy whined in Chica’s ear, making her giggle.

Chica spun on her stool to face Roxy, “I knew you would be up soon enough, you’re too much of a cuddler to not notice when I leave. Besides, I would have come to wake you up before I left for my classes.” 

“You’re just so cuddly, can you blame me,” Roxy teases. “And I wanted to eat with you, it’s a big day for me afterall.”

Chica smiles at her, before pushing Roxy away from her softly. She stands and walks to where Roxy’s plate was. “I know,” she says, grabbing the plate, “that’s why I made you a yummy and healthy breakfast. It’s a good thing I went and got you actual groceries earlier this week to make you this.”

She places the plate down in front of the seat next to where she was sitting before going back to her seat. Roxy immediately takes the seat behind the plate. “Thank you for that by the way. You truly are a blessing,” she says as she leans over to plant a kiss on Chica’s cheek. She then grabs the syrup in front of Chica and pours some on her pancakes before digging in.

Roxy eats in silence, watching Chica read some article off of her laptop. The breakfast was delicious and she could honestly get used to this kind of domestic life with Chica. They might have honestly been rushing this a bit but they couldn’t help it. The magnetism between the two of them was nothing like Roxy had ever known before. But fear still ate at the back of her mind. The same fear that always lay waiting. The fear that she wasn’t good enough.

After dealing with Whitley that past Monday, she had been thinking about what he said. She wasn’t too worried about what he would do to enact revenge. She was sure she could take anything he threw at her. He knew how to fight, but she knew how to fight better. He had money, but now she was growing those numbers too. Not to mention she was slowly becoming acquaintances with Bonnie, who also had money, and friends with Freddy, who definitely had riches. What stuck with her was that she would never change.

The damage that had done to her mentally was enough to know that he still knew how to get under her skin. She had been his friend before, so he definitely was going to use that information now that she apparently “betrayed” him. 

She looked over to Chica after trying to shake the thoughts out of her head. Looking over at the woman sitting on her counter, working hard for a degree but still taking the time to make her breakfast for the day of her championship race, it made her happy. It made her feel like what Monty had said was right. She was changing. She was becoming better. She finally was starting to feel like she was good enough everytime she spent time with Chica. That was why she called Chica immediately after the encounter with Whitley. Just hearing her voice calmed her. 

“Quit staring,” Chica said nowhere near serious.

Roxy smirked, fully snapped out of her head. “ Porque? I was told to always admire art.”

Chica rolled her eyes as a blush lit her face up. “Where was all this dorky flirting earlier? I would’ve made a move sooner if I knew that this intimidating, badass, hot woman was such a cute dork inside. Besides, if you stare any harder, I’m sure my laptop will burst into flames and I need that for school, y’know.”

Roxy’s face darkened a tiny bit. “Don’t tell anyone how much of a dork I am.”

Chica shut her laptop before turning in her seat to face Roxy. “Wouldn’t dream of it, I’m greedy so all that cuteness is just for me.” She then pulled Roxy’s face close to hers for a soft peck on the cheek.

“Stop,” Roxy complained half-heartedly, a shy smile gracing her features. “When do you have to leave for class?”

Chica stood and grabbed her plate to take it to the sink on the other side of the counter. “In a few minutes.” She walked back to the other side of the counter where Roxy was sitting to grab her laptop.

Roxanne immediately stood up and placed an arm on either side of Chica as soon as she made a grab for the laptop. “Really? I think you can be a little late,” she whispered into the shell of Chica’s ear, draping herself over Chica’s back.

Chica shivered under her, making Roxy smirk, before putting the laptop down on the counter and turning around in Roxy’s arms. She looped her arms around Roxy’s neck, teasing the hairs at the back of her head. “Oh but I can’t be late.”

Roxanne leaned forward and started a slow but hungry kiss. They both battled for dominance, their tongues dancing with one another leisurely. Chica started to pull away from the kiss and Roxy chased her lips, lightly pulling the lower one as they parted. “Then don’t go,” she whispered against the lips hovering millimeters away from hers.

Chica pulled away just a bit more in order to properly look Roxy in the eyes. Her blue eyes had a small flame of desire burning in them as she looked at Roxy. “Oh Rox, you know I would love to but my finals are right around the corner.” She unwrapped her arms from around Roxy’s shoulders and turned back around to grab the laptop and place it in her bag. Roxy turned and leaned on the counter in order to let Chica out from under her. Chica then turned back to her to see her pouting and rolled her eyes. “Besides, you said you were heading to the garage today to make sure your racing bike is in tip top condition for tonight.”

Roxy crossed her arms before sighing out a “Yeah.”

Chica smiled at her and tilted Roxy down to place another kiss on her cheek before turning towards Roxy’s ear. “Besides we can have more fun after you win,” she whispered.

Roxy smiled giddily at the statement. “You’re right. A nice celebration just for us two to keep us up all night long,” she said, grabbing Chica’s hips and pulling her flush against her body. “Alright, but do you need a ride to your classes?” She asked once she looked down at Chica.

“Nope, I brought my car last night, remember? Besides, I need to pick up Bonnie before we head to the track.”

“Right.” Roxanne pulled the shorter woman in for a long, sweet kiss. “Guess I’ll see you later then. Stay safe.”

Chica pulled away and grabbed her bag. She headed towards the front door of the apartment and smiled at Roxy. “Yeah, bye Roxy. Don’t get into too much trouble.” And left.

“No promises,” Roxy said jokingly to the open air. She turned back around, her heart full. She washed the dishes and then went back to her bedroom to change and head to the garage.

~~~~~~~~~

She parked in her special spot next to the Lone Wolf’s Automotive and Body Shop. She had only been coming in once or twice a week to work since her EP had been released. As much as she loved making music and was proud of it, nothing would beat the memories of the smell of motor oil and hearing engines run. She walked into the office and saw Maple sitting at her desk.

“Good to see you around again,” Maple said, typing away at her screen.

“Looks like you missed me,” Roxanne shot back sarcastically.

She watched as Maple smiled and spun in her chair to look at her. Roxy placed her jacket on the hook and her helmet on what was her old desk. She pulled a pair of coveralls from one of the drawers and put it on, waiting for Maple to start speaking again.

“Of course I did, who else can I rope into doing paperwork with me,” Maple teased. “How are things going with Miss Chica?”

“How’d you know about that?” Roxy asked while zipping up the coveralls.

“Your father. He said you brought her to the house this weekend to eat,” Maple says, smiling before turning to get back to paperwork on her computer.

“Yeah. She’s amazing. And uh,” she started bashfully, “thanks at the beginning for giving us space to, you know, get to know each other.”

“Oh that first time was purely coincidence, I just wanted to leave early and assumed you had it handled, but those other times were on purpose. She seemed like a good match for you, glad I was right,” Maple says proudly.

“Yeah, uh huh, sure. My dad here?”

“Yes, he’s working on your racing bike for tonight. I’m excited to come watch our champion win.”

Roxy smirks and starts to head towards the door of the garage. “And you won’t be disappointed. Alright, I’m gonna go join him then. See ya Maple.”

She exited the office and headed where she figured her father would be working on the bike, which was the small section of the shop that specializes in motorcycle repairs. That portion of the shop wasn’t used often since not many motorcyclists came to the shop but she still knew it perfectly regardless. That was where she would fix up her personal bike and would repair her racing bike. Being in there was truly when she was most in her element at the garage.

She saw her father standing over her racing motorcycle that she had named Funtime. It had originally been pink and white when she had first started racing. They had eventually colored it black and red to match her racing suit, but she was starting to feel a little nostalgic for the pink and white. It didn’t help that pink was now associated with Chica in her mind.

“There you are. He quierdo hacer unos diagnósticos.” Her father grumbled as soon as he saw her enter the garage.

“ Lo siento, Papá. I was taking my time this morning. Had a good, hearty breakfast.” She told him as she prepped for running diagnostics.

“ Buena, tienes un gran día. ¿Cocinaste o ordenaste?” He asked, placing his tools on a rolling workbench.

Roxanne felt her face grow a little warm. “Actually Chica cooked for us.”

His head snapped up, a large grin curling his lips. “Your novia cooked for you? Ay que linda, she’s a keeper then.”

“Ay Papá. She’s been a keeper since the beginning,” Roxy said, a goofy grin breaking out on her face.

They both settled into steady conversation and worked on the bike, making sure that it was in perfect condition. Usually, the bike would be with her racing crew and they would be the ones to run diagnostics before and after races but she always got special permission to take the bike on the day of championships to go over it herself with another trusted mechanic. It was her tradition to always work on the bike with her dad before a championship race. They would do all the tests that the racing pit crew would do themselves. Roxy always felt that it was good luck to do the final checks of the season with her father and this year would be no different. She loved her dad and loved this world that they shared that was machinery and motors.

Once they finished they loaded the bike back into the trailer it was brought over in. Her father would drive it over to the track after closing up the shop for the day. She was ready to race.

~~~~~~~~~

Roxy smiled after getting a kiss from Chica. She watched as Bonnie and Gregory made gagging faces from behind Chica. Monty threw her a thumbs up and a crooked grin. He had just finished yelling their pep talk to her and moved to stand next to his boyfriend. Her father had already cheered her on and gave his pep talk which consisted of how proud he was of her, no matter how well she did, and left for his seat in the stands. 

Monty had decided to bring Freddy, Gregory, Chica and Bonnie to the bag to wish her luck. She was a little surprised that Bonnie joined them to come visit her but she was happy that he was making efforts to become more civil.

Chica had given her another boost of confidence by giving her the good luck kiss and went to the rest of the group so they could have enough time to get to their seats before the race started. Roxy watched them leave as she started to do the checks for her outfit safety.

She had double checked all of her equipment before the race began. Her racing suit had all the armor in place. Her helmet was shined and didn’t have a single crack in it. Her gloves still fit perfectly snug. She made sure that her sport knee sliders were in the proper place and were not at risk of falling off.

“So our Wolf of the Raceway, finally got a girlfriend,” said a teasing high pitched gravelly voice. A person decked in a black racing suit with yellow and blue highlights slowly walked their white and red motorcycle up to her.

Roxy smirked. She turned to see one of her competitors that she had a slight friendship with, Moon Drop. They were quick on the track and definitely could give Roxy a run for her money if they really wanted. The two of them always spent their time together when their respective pit crews ran tests on their bikes and judged their competitors together. It also helped that they were only a year apart in age.

“Yup, and she’s amazing,” Roxy replied. She then sat on her motorcycle and moved it to wait next to Moon.

“Oh all the hearts you’ll be breaking,” cackled Moon. They began to slowly ride next to Roxy as they both made their way towards the track.

“None of them are Chica anyways, so hearts would’ve been broken regardless. So is that all you came over to chat about, my blooming love life?” Roxy quipped.

They both moved further away from the crowds of the pits and got closer to the open track so they could take their positions. “Nah, came to tell you to watch out for some of the competition. Heard a few of them say they were going to be aggressive for this last race, decided to warn you.”

Roxy looked around at some of the other racers, all seemed to be going through their usual pre-race rituals. A few did look like they opted for additional padding in certain areas but no one seemed to look too aggressive yet. “Alright, I’ll be sure to be careful during the race then.”

“Good, I can’t lose the only bearable person here with talent,” they said, sneering at most the other competition.

They both got to their spots which were relatively close to one another due to their high rankings. Other racers started to filter onto the track as the clock ticked closer to the start. They both chatted to each other until most of the racers were on the track and gave each other a final nod of respect. “Have a good race, Moon.”

“You too Roxanne.” And they pulled their blue helmet on. Roxy followed suit with her red and black one.

All the racers waited as the clock ticked closer to the green flag that would wave to start the race. Roxy had taken to looking at the stands and saw all the people that were cheering for her. Lots of casual fans that usually made it out to the races, faces of the fans that were more dedicated to following her racing career as opposed to her musical one, and the people that knew her personally. She saw the large group of her friends all crowded near one another. From what she could see was Monty in a heated argument with Nedd and Hippo. Freddy was busy distributing snacks to everyone sitting there with the help of Vanessa. Bonnie was busy laughing at the argument Monty was in and was trying to egg him on. Then her eyes finally fell on her girlfriend. Chica was politely listening to Gregory who was in the middle of vibrantly explaining something to her. Gregory looked over to her and waved, making Chica turn to look at her as well and give a wave of her own. Roxy smiled under her helmet and gave them a wave, blowing a kiss to Chica as well.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the track marshal get into position to wave the flag to begin the race. She immediately got in her zone, settling herself into the seat of her bike and revved her engine. The sound around her was thunderous as all the other racers got themselves ready in the moments of tension before the flag would drop. Her heart was pounding and she knew she was ready to prove herself as she always did on the track, ready to win and destroy the competition.

She watched as the race marshal got into position and her hand tightened on the throttle. She was going to win this easily, she was the best racer on this track afterall. She watched as the marshal raised the flag and the second it dropped she was off like a rocket.

She already had the one of the positions towards the front due to her performance at previous races, having the greatest total of points compared to the other racers, so it was quite easy to lead the pack. As she sped around the corners, leaning her body close to the floor to keep her momentum, she truly felt the thrill of the race. She could feel the wind push against her as she cut through it like a knife. She continued the pace, feeling others come close to her from behind, but none of them having the skill or experience to overtake her. Eventually the round was over, her winning it of course, and she headed to her pit crew to make sure everything was in order for the next rounds.

The pattern continued for the next four rounds and the race was halfway over and she was still at the top of the leaderboards. She looked at the scores and saw Moon bouncing around in the top 3 positions while she stayed steady. As the crew checked her bike out, she continued to look at the point distribution of each round and saw that one racer was gaining with each passing round. Someone named Vanny. She shrugged it off for the moment and decided to try and pay attention to her if she got any closer to the top 5 spots.

The sixth round was about to start and she could feel everyone roar for her. If there was one place that her mind knew definitively that she was the best, it was on the track. She looked over to where her friends were, her father and Maple moving from their usual spots to sit by them, and saw them all enjoying each other's company and waving at her and whooping loudly. She also noticed that Bonnie was no longer there with them but he was probably getting food or something seeing as Monty kept throwing his popcorn around. She rolled her eyes under the helmet and gave them a joking bow to which they responded with applause, ready to see her in action again. 

As she got into position, she looked behind her to see if she could find that Vanny who was climbing rank. She noticed her around the 8th position starting point and saw that she was in an all white racing outfit, red helmet already on. Her bike was yellow with lines of black and blue over it and she sat over it and looked to be staring directly at Roxy, which threw her off slightly before she decided to turn back around.

The round soon started after that and Roxy could already feel a different energy from the racers around her. Normally people would start getting more tired the more rounds that they went but in this race everyone only seemed to get more fired up as the race progressed. Moon wasn’t wrong about the others getting more aggressive, especially towards her. They began to play with more fire as each round happened, cutting closer into her space and leaning further down on the corners to try and gain one her.

What truly started to throw her off in this round was the fact that there were still many other racers around her and Moon at this part of the race. The two of them were usually able to break off from the others at this point but they all kept close to them, not giving them that chance to break through. As they all fought for a lead she was finally able to get her chance after rounding a corner, but she could still feel one bike close to her. She had just assumed it was Moon until she saw white in her peripheral. Vanny was gaining on her and almost over taking her! She couldn’t allow that to happen, on the track is where she was the best and she wouldn’t let someone like this unknown take that from her.

The two of them battled for dominance as they sped down the track, cutting corners and Vanny encroaching on Roxy’s space more and more at each stretch. Roxy knew that this aggression was becoming too much and that she should back away to form some plan to overtake Vanny but she couldn’t. She would not be bested on the raceway. So she kept playing the dangerous game of speed and balance.

It then happened in an instant. One second, her and Vanny were neck and neck, the next, Vanny had overtaken her. Vanny then did an illegal move on the part of the raceway that all the racers knew was always hard to read in the recordings due to the cameras being placed too far from each other for anything to be read correctly. It was a strong enough nudge done by Vanny on Roxy’s front tire that sent her flying off the bike. Now, Roxy had gotten in crashes on the track before and knew how to get to her bike safely in order to jump back in the race again. This time was different. Vanny slowed her bike and caught Roxy’s left leg that flailed in mid-air, tugging Roxy along with her on the track, hooking her pant leg onto her foot peg.

Roxy was being dragged down the stretch, her head bouncing up and down off the pavement and she could hear nothing but the rumble of Vanny’s engine in her ears, meaning she was unaware of her bike bouncing right next to them the whole way. As they neared the corner that got back into a readable range of the cameras, Vanny whipped the bike enough to lead Roxy’s momentum in the direction of her rolling motorbike. Her entire left side launched into it and she felt all the air leave her lungs. She was off the track and in the gravel trap placed next to it.

She finally opened her eyes after the tumble and felt her whole vision shift and zoom in and out as she stared up. Get up. She traced the line of a crack with her eyes on the outer part of her helmet's visor and came to the conclusion that she had a concussion since there shouldn’t be a crack there at all. Get up. No one likes a loser. She grit her teeth and pushed herself up to sit. The whole world kept shifting and tears blurred her vision more due to the pain she felt from her left side feeling like it’s on fire. They’re all watching you. Every breath of air burned her chest. She could hear bikes zoom behind her, still continuing with the race. You’re losing.

A medic came over to her but she pushed them away from her. She needed to get back in the race, she can’t lose. She will not lose. Not when everyone was watching. Her fans, her friends, her family. Chica. She was not going to disappoint. You already are the longer you take. Her head throbbed as she pushed up the motorcycle, pain shooting up her entire left side from the movement. Something must have been broken or fractured in her left hand. And you’re letting that stop you. Pathetic. The bike thankfully still ran even with the tumble. She pushed off and got back into the race, even though her whole body told her to stop. She did not listen. Don’t be a loser. Nobody likes a loser.

She ended up losing that round even though she was still able to climb back to the top 5 with her whole body on fire and her vision shifting each way. Everytime she leaned down on her left side, she couldn’t get low enough in order to keep her speed so every left curve was taken slower than she would’ve liked. She went back to her pit crew and they all worried about her and the bike. One tried to come up to her to pull off the helmet, likely wanting to check if she got a concussion but she wouldn’t allow it. If they see you’re injured, you’re done with the race. You’ll disappoint everyone here watching you. If that happens, you will never be good enough. So she continued racing through the injuries.

She ended up coming in second for the next two rounds, thankfully it was Moon who beat her and not some nobody. It still upset her greatly, making her head throb more from the frustration. Her head felt like it was going to explode the second she would take off the helmet. Her eyes burned every way she looked. Then it was on to the final round, which she fought hard for and got first place. But it wasn’t a perfect score. It wasn’t a perfect race. You lost 3 out of 10 rounds. How disappointing. Her eyes still burnt from the injuries, but the insults made the tears finally flow from under her helmet. She was better than this, she can’t show weakness now.

She made it back to her pit crew and went to the back portion of it, to see her dad, Chica, Monty, Freddy, Gregory and Vanessa, for some reason, waiting there for her, concerned looks deep in all their faces. They pity you. It stung. They had her gently sit on something and Chica went to gently remove the helmet off of her. As soon as she felt the open air hit her face, she was overcome with nausea, the whole world making her eyes throb. Chica let out a small gasp at seeing her face and said something about blood, before getting up to grab a first aid kit. Roxy licked her lips now understanding why she kept tasting copper the whole race. Her dad came forward and immediately checked her for a concussion, telling someone from the crew to go get a medic after seeing her blown pupils.

She was very thankful to be sitting down at that moment because she was sure she would have fallen over by now. The others were trying to say things to her but it was all muddled in her head. She watched as Vanessa shooed off some of the hordes of media personnel from interviewing her, Monty assisting her. Chica came back and began to clean her face. Every breath of air still burned her chest with every inhale and her left side, especially her arm, was buzzing with pain now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

She wanted to cry. You lost. Not once, not twice but three times. How fucking pathetic. And you want to cry? This is why you are not enough and will never be the best. Nothing less than perfect should be tolerated. Nothing less than perfect. Exactly. It stung her. The crowd of interviewers were soon distracted by something else so it finally allowed for Monty and Vanessa to join all the others around her. Monty said some things and took off his star sunglasses to show the concern in their eyes. It didn’t register for her.

It’s not my fault, Vanny was the one to make me crash. Pawning your failures on others? Take responsibility. I still won. Chica had finally finished cleaning her face. The medic still hadn’t come by yet but she heard the announcement for winners to get to the pedestal for the award ceremony. She moved to get up and walk over to hear her friends object to that. Chica grabbed her hand and made Roxy look at her, pleading with her eyes to get medical attention instead of going to the stage. Roxy fought internally knowing what she should do but needing to keep the image of her pride.

The crowd of media began to move closer to their group again and Roxy knew that she needed to go on stage now with all the cameras on her. All eyes on you. Do not disappoint. Do not be a loser. It hurt her heart to gently pull her hand out of Chica’s grip but she had to be up there. Roxanne Wolf had to show her strength, her worth, that she was the best. That she was incomparable to anyone else. Then, she caught sight of the purple hair of Bonnie, making his way through the media teams. He could help her convince the others of the duties of an athlete.

She moved towards him, Monty staying close on one side, Chica on the other. They seemed to believe she was moving to sit again until they caught sight of Bonnie as well . Roxanne moved towards him and saw his pace looked downcast as well. He looked her in the eyes, but they weren’t for her injuries but seemed to be guilty for something else. She was able to read his lips saying sorry before moving to the side.

“ Mijo ,” she was able to hear her father say, just as shocked as everyone else was with the exception of Gregory.

Her mouth went fully dry and all the pain cleared up for a moment. There in front of her was her brother, one arm in a sling and wearing an eyepatch over an eye. The first time in years that she has finally seen her brother and they meet the same way they left, injured on a racetrack. She felt like sobbing and throwing up on the spot, nausea taking full control of her. Her head throbbed even harder than before, the aches all over her body more apparent.

Even when he’s injured, you aren’t as good as him. All the cameras care more about seeing him than you.

Her mouth went dry. No one said a word, only watching the staredown between the two Wolf siblings. All she was able to say was a soft, “Felix,” before she felt herself falling forward, the world going black.

Chapter Text

Chica sat next to Roxy’s bedside, next to her father while Monty stood in the corner of the small room. Freddy had taken Gregory home after they all watched Roxy fall and rushed her to the nearest hospital. She thinks that Bonnie and Foxy are likely still in the waiting room, but she doesn't know. Maybe they just went back home as well. Vanessa also dealt with Roxy’s racetrack situation along with Roxy’s crew chief, kicking into manager mode the moment they saw Roxanne pass out. Chica knew that Nessa was worried about the woman too but had to take care of her public image, especially after the accident.

Chica had been distraught the moment she watched Roxanne’s motorcycle flip over her in the middle of her race. She remembers feeling nothing but rage towards the racer that was trying so hard to overcome her girlfriend in the race and it only grew when she dragged Roxy along. Chica was horrified at watching her girlfriend be dragged against the hard asphalt, head bouncing most of the way. Even remembering it brought a burning sensation to her already tired eyes.

But she wasn’t going to fall asleep. Not yet. Not till the doctor returned with news or Roxy woke up, whichever would come first.

The image still burned in her eyes, watching Roxy flip and get dragged. Her anxiety spiked as all she could do was sit and watch. Then she saw her girlfriend get up but Chica had spent a lot of their time together watching Roxanne. Studying her movements, her body language, her habits. When Chica wanted to know everything about something, or in this case someone, she took her time to study it. She especially paid closer attention ever since her encounter with Catrina. So when Roxanne stood up without any of her usual bravado, Chica started to worry immediately.

Roxanne’s movements were sluggish when she had first lifted her motorcycle. Chica watched from afar that every movement that used her left side always looked like it took more effort. It pained Chica to see Roxy like that. All she had wanted to do was run on the track and get Roxy to rest right away, screw the rest of the race. But, of course, that proud idiot got back on her bike and kept racing, never removing her helmet like she usually would between rounds. That had definitely tipped Chica off as bad. 

She had still won and Chica was simultaneously happy for her and desperate to get to the pit area to check on Roxanne. As soon as the last flag began to wave, Chica was up and out of her seat, making a beeline to the pit area. She was sure that Monty and Roxy’s father were hot on her heels. The walk, which was more of a jog, was quick and apparently had gained a few members by the time they got to the back of the pit. They were just in time too. Roxy had just begun to stumble in.

She had stood there for a moment, only her visor reflecting the worried faces of those who cared about her. Chica had instinctively moved forward and got Roxy to sit down. She pulled off the helmet as gently as she could, and her heart was not prepared for it at all. Chica couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her.

Roxy had blood trailing down from a slightly crooked nose, most of it dried by now. Her cheeks had faint trails of dried tears. Her eyes were still glossy and very scared to look at anyone, a dazed look being constant in the golden pools. Her face was moderately bruised around her cheeks. Chica gently cupped Roxy’s face with featherlight fingers and it still didn’t stop the wince that flashed across her girlfriends face, crushing her heart.

“I’ll be back,” Chica said, voice cracking, choking back the tears she wanted to cry. “Your nose was bleeding, so I’m going to grab something to clean it up.” She stood up and walked towards the part of the pit that she knew had the first aid kit.

She grabbed the kit, tears burning the corners of her vision, but she was not going to let them flow, not yet. She needed to take care of her girlfriend first.

She returned to see Monty and Vanessa shooing off the media teams trying to swarm on Roxanne. Could the media at least be respectful to the racer that got in an accident in the race? Chica thought angrily before placing the kit next to where Roxanne was sitting. She opened it up and grabbed a small alcohol wipe to clean the blood and small scratches on Roxy’s face. When she finally looked Roxy in the eyes again, she only saw an unfocused gaze. She wasn’t used to seeing Roxy have such an unfocused look. The gorgeous golden eyes that Chica loved so much barely had any glow in them, and that was like a knife to her heart.

She cleaned up the blood and heard the media hoard move elsewhere, their buzz of noise going with them. Good. She focused on her task and had began to put cream on the bruises, hoping to ease the sting of them, when an announcement came over the speaker system.

“ALL RACERS PLEASE RETURN TO THE PODIUM FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY! REPEAT ALL RACERS PLEASE RETURN TO THE PODIUM!”

Roxanne began to stand up, trying to go to the podium. Chica immediately tried to stop her, needing Roxy to stay put until she got medical attention, and grabbed her hand. Chica held it like a lifeline, seeing Roxy’s eyes clear up from their haze ever so slightly and burn into her own blue ones. She pleaded silently with the taller woman and only saw a battle in her eyes on what to do. Then she felt Roxy’s hand be pulled out from her own, sorrow filling gold and her heart shattering at Roxy choosing pride over her health.

Something then caught Roxy’s eye, Chica could tell, and she walked towards the media storm. Chica shared a look with Monty, who looked beyond pissed at the poor choices of his best friend and gave Chica a nod. The two of them both took a side of Roxy and were going to try and get her to sit still till a medic came by.

Roxanne then paused in her walk and Chica looked in the direction that she was staring at. She could see the bright purple hair of Bonnie but it wasn’t him that made her feel like she was breathless. No, it was the injured man who looked like a younger version of Roxanne’s father.

Foxy.

The air was still, a silence so loud that it drowned out all the noise from the media, from the pit, from the crowds. She knew that if she looked at any of her friends, they likely had the same look of disbelief as her. Foxy was back, but was missing his right arm and right eye, and her mind buzzed with questions on her old friend.

She then heard a whispered, “Felix” from beside her, snapping her head back to her girlfriend. In time to watch her fall forward. Monty thankfully reacted much quicker than Chica, and caught Roxy before her body would make harsh contact with the ground for the second time that day.

Chica’s mind went into turmoil at that moment. One of her best friends finally came back, all four of the Glamrock Animatronics were in the same place again! But, she could care less about that, only wanting to make sure her girlfriend was safe. She watched as Roxy’s father looked at his son then at his daughter, stuck in between holding his son again or helping his injured daughter. The choice was made for him when Foxy made to rush towards Roxy, only to be held back by Bonnie, and had Mr. Wolf choose to find a medic to help his daughter.

Chica heard all the shutter of cameras and different media teams try to rush forward with their microphones towards the group. Monty ignored them and took Roxy deeper into the pit to lie her down until a damn medic came to finally help her! But Chica, she got annoyed, she got upset. These assholes just watched her dear Roxanne pass out and tried to chase them for a story! Saw the Wolf siblings reunion and how badly it went, is going, and invaded the situation. She watched Vanessa try to fend off the hoards of cameras by herself, protecting her client as best as she could. Bonnie did his best to get Foxy out of there, regret deeply etched in his face while plowing through the crowd, back to the car. She watched as Freddy and Gregory moved over to where Monty laid Roxy, all three of them standing protectively over her as Roxy’s dad finally had an EMT assess Roxanne.

Chica didn’t know how long she stood there and watched everything happen, but when she finally snapped out of it, she did know that she had found her voice again.

She grabbed the nearest mic out of an interviewer's hands and called attention from all the cameras to herself. The ravenous news teams focused on her in an instant, multiple voices calling out questions to her that she ignored. When they realized that she wouldn’t answer anything they asked, they waited curiously for her to speak.

She leaned in close to the mic, shooting her scariest glare at them all and harshly said, “Fuck off.” She then turned heel to see that they just loaded Roxy into an ambulance and ran towards it. 

She could hear the media teams try to roar into action again, but Vanessa was now more successful in fending them off, thanks to the pit crew chief joining her.

Once she made it to Monty’s side, she could see Roxy’s dad sitting next to his daughter. The medics told them which hospital they were heading to and Roxy’s dad threw the keys to his truck to Monty. Monty caught them effortlessly and laid a hand on Chica’s shoulder. The two turned heel and said their goodbyes to Freddy and Gregory, promising updates, before wordlessly heading to the truck and the hospital.

Chica had broken down during the ride.

She was shaken from her thoughts when a doctor finally entered the room they were in. Chica felt immense discomfort then, fully registering where exactly she was. She hated hospitals, they always reminded her of when she almost lost her own dad.

The doctor stepped closer to the bed Roxy lay in. Monty moved closer to the bed as well to hear any news about their best friend.

“Hello to you all. I am Doctor Smith. I assume you are all here for Miss Roxanne Wolf. Which of you is a relative?” The doctor spoke, flipping through the pages of her clipboard.

“I’m her father,” Roxy’s dad said. “This is my daughter’s girlfriend and best friend,” he said, gesturing to Chica and Monty respectively.

“Good. Well I am happy to say that Roxanne is not in any life threatening danger.” Chica felt a weight come off her chest. It was a thought that burned at the back of her head the entire time, especially after seeing the bloody nose. She knew how serious head trauma could be and how bad a sign a bloody nose was after it. She just did her best to suffocate those thoughts at the moment. 

“But,” the doctor began again, “I do regret to inform you that she broke her nose and has a concussion. We already ran a neurological test on her and we plan on running an MRI and CT scan on her as soon as we can. I do wish to ask, how did she receive such injuries?”

“She does motorcycle track racing, today was her championship, and she got into an accident with her bike and flipped,” Mr. Wolf says in worry.

“She was also dragged for a bit by anotha racer, believe most of the concussion came from that,'' Monty adds in a low voice, arms crossed and looking sadly at his friend.

“I see,” Dr. Smith makes a note of it on her clipboard. “We should run some full body x-rays as well then. There is no telling what other internal damage there is. I’ll see to it for the other tests. Now there is also the matter of visitations. I apologize but even though Miss Wolf is technically in our emergency care unit despite having a room to herself, we still cannot break policy by allowing all three of you to stay. One of you may stay overnight till 6 am when the others may join you once more but the other two must leave the room at the very least.” Chica felt her heart plummet to her stomach. She knew that all three of them in the room wanted to stay desperately by Roxy’s side for the night. She bit her lip, wanting to be selfish and say she wanted to stay or give that right up to her father or the person who knew Roxanne longest.

“I shall give you three another 30 minutes for the night then I’ll return to ensure that the other two have left. Any other questions before I leave to arrange Miss Wolf’s other tests.” Dr. Smith says.

“Do you know when she will wake?” Chica found herself saying.

“I can’t say for certain but in the next few hours, her vitals are stable and it seems that stress and the concussion combined are what caused her to pass out. If that is all, I shall take my leave then,” she says and exits.

Chica saddens at the mention of stress. She was smart enough to be able to see the connection of Foxy being the final stressor to Roxy’s weakened state. The three of them sat in silence, all watching Roxy breathe shallowly, the heart monitor providing a steady metronome in the room. Every few seconds, a wince of pain would flash across Roxy’s face, jabbing Chica’s heart more and more as the time ticked away.

Chica finally stood, unable to take the environment anymore. “I’m going to grab a coffee, would either of you like one as well? Or something from the vending machines?”

“A black coffee, por favor,” Roxanne’s father says tiredly.

Monty then locks eyes with hers. She knows that the look she sees in them are the exact same as the one looking at him. “I’ll have the same.”

She nods silently, and decides that she won’t be selfish. She will let them choose who stays in the room overnight. She’ll just call Bonnie to bring her a blanket anyways and she’ll rest in the waiting room till 6 am.

She turns the hall and heads towards the closet waiting room where she remembered seeing a vending machine at. Then she freezes in her stride, seeing Bonnie and Foxy sitting with their backs to her in the waiting room. She wants to speak to them, especially Bonnie. She doesn’t know how she would even speak to Foxy. Sure they exchanged text messages but she didn’t know if he was still the same corny goofball drummer she remembered, especially after seeing how bad his relationship was with his sister. She wanted answers but she doesn’t think she had the emotional capacity for them.

She walked over to the coffee vending machine and she knew that eventually one of them would look up at her. She was right when she felt a presence to the side of her as she pressed the button for a black coffee.

“How ye been, girlie?” The gravelly voice of Foxy said to her side.

That caused Chica to break. She turned away from the machine filling the small disposable cup and threw her arms around the man. “Honestly, I’ve never been simultaneously happier and more scared.”

He returned the hug and that’s when she was reminded of the missing weight of his right hand. Another burning question she wanted to ask.

“I’m sorry to hear. And my sister? How is she?” Foxy asked as he pulled away.

Chica knew that he was asking about her well being at the moment but she couldn’t help the first thoughts that came to mind when thinking of the girl. “She’s amazing. She’s so charming and strong and comforting.” She then felt her eyes brim with tears once more. “Seeing her how she looks now hurts. All the life in her, in her eyes, they’re so dull. And this stupid hospital won’t let all three of us stay to be there for her.”

Foxy stands there awkwardly for a second, about to reach out with his left hand to comfort Chica when Bonnie comes and places a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go find your dad, Foxy? I’ll take care of Chica,” Bonnie reassures Foxy, a light smile on his face.

Foxy looks at them with his good eye, before nodding and walking down the hallway Chica just came from. Bonnie watches him leave before turning to Chica, smile dropping and sadness filling his eyes. He opens his arms and she immediately runs into them, tears streaming down her face. She was definitely going to be dehydrated.

“She could’ve died, Bon. The girl I love and I never would’ve been able to tell her.” She paused, realizing the weight of her words. The tears got stronger. “Oh god, onne unlucky hit to her head and–” she choked up.

He rubs small circles on her back. “Shhh. I know, I know. What did the doctor say?”

“He said she should wake up soon,” she sniffles. “That she is in no life threatening danger. And that she passed out from a combination of a concussion and stress.” She paused for a moment. “You weren’t trying to ruin anything for her, were you?” She asked in fear, knowing their relationship with one another. And she was so sure that they were becoming friends…

“Not at all,” he says, distraught at Chica even thinking that. “Look, I know me and her don’t really see eye to eye but this was a huge event for her, a huge sports event. I respect all my fellow athletes and that includes her so I wouldn’t bring the person she,” he paused struggling on a word, “the person she dislikes most.”

“As much as I love Foxy, why did you bring him then?” Chica whispered.

Bonnie swallowed, mulling his words. “I tried not to. I tried dropping him off at his house first but I had the radio on to listen to the race while I got him. Then the report of the accident came on and they mentioned Roxy’s name. He refused to get out of the car and said to go to the track immediately. I tried to get him inside his house but he wouldn’t budge. Even without an eye or hand, he puts up a good fight,” Bonnie chuckled trying to joke. “He just said he needed to go see his sister. They weren’t close before but I wanted to come check on you. On her. So I brought him along and just hoped he would keep his distance, not walk through the media teams to see her.”

She finally pulled away from the hug when she heard the coffee machine finish filling the cup. She started the second before turning to look at Bonnie. “So you knew she would be upset by him being there?”

“Yes.”

“Did he know that?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did he go?”

Bonnie hesitated, “I don’t know. Like I said, before he left for the navy, they weren’t that close. Got into a nasty fight even.”

Chica paused at that. Maybe she could finally find out what caused the bad blood between the two siblings. “What happened betw–”

“Chica! Chica,” she was cut off by Monty, who was dragging Foxy behind him. “Come on.”

“Monty?”

They stopped in front of Chica and Bonnie. Monty’s hand shot out to the cup that just finished being filled and chugged the hot liquid in one go. He then grabbed a hold of the second black cup of coffee and grabbed Chica’s free hand with the other. “She’s up.”

That was enough for Chica to practically rush down the hall, leaving Bonnie and Foxy by the vending machine. Roxy’s up. Roxy’s up. Roxy’s up.

She practically burst through the door, Monty almost trampling her at her sudden stop. Both of the heads of father and daughter Wolf snapped to the doorway. Roxy gave Chica a weak smile which was enough to have Chica fly across the room into her arms. She only paused a second before throwing herself on the poor injured girl.

Roxy noticed the hesitation and stared at Chica for a second, fear flashing in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed Chica’s hand, bringing the girl closer to the bed. She squeezed the hand once Chica was much closer to Roxy than before and brought it up to her lips, planting a gentle kiss on it.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing out of Roxanne’s mouth.

Chica was confused. “What are you sorry for?”

Roxy didn’t elaborate, only releasing her hand, breaking Chica’s heart. Roxy stared forward for a moment before shutting her eyes and lying back, releasing a shallow breath as she went.

The doctor reentered the room at that moment, eyes glued to her clipboard. “Did you three choose who will be staying with the patient?” That caused Roxy to open her eyes. “Ah Miss Wolf, you are awake I see. Will you allow me to run some checks?”

Roxy nodded and did her best to sit up. The doctor began to run her checks and Roxy stared at the three people who loved her most.

“Papa, you should go help Foxy settle in,” Roxy spoke after her breathing was checked. “He could probably use the hand,” she tried joking, the half smile not reaching her eyes.

Mr. Wolf seemed to debate what she said for a second. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed and face set in steel. “If that’s what you want, mija. Monty or Chica can stay with you then.”

“They both should probably go home. I’m up now so I can make choices. Right, doc?” 

“Yes,” Roxy smiled,” but I still would not recommend it.” The smile dropped. “You did suffer enough trauma for a concussion but we do not know if that is the full depth of your injuries. We plan on running a CT and MRI soon and it would be best to have someone here with you after those procedures.”

“Alright, Chica can stay ‘ere in the room then. I’ll jus’ be in the waitin’ room till morning. You should be back by then, right sir?” Monty offered, addressing Mr. Wolf at the end.

“Actually, Monts,” Roxy started, pointedly avoiding eye contact with Chica. “How bout you stay here? Chica should head home and rest in an actual bed.”

“What?” Both Monty and Chica asked in shock. Mr. Wolf’s eyebrows only furrowed deeper in concern.

“Yeah, she has finals coming up. She should get proper rest.”

As sweet as Chica thought it was for Roxy to think of her finals, it also pissed her off. “Those aren’t for another week, besides next week is no classes so all students can study.”

“Still, you should go home, pollita.” Roxanne said before shutting her eyes again and lying back down. 

Monty stared at Roxy for a moment before releasing a low sigh. He turned to look at Chica then. “I don’t think she’s gonna budge. Look, I know you don’t wanna but go home. Go to her place, I know you practically live there by now, and rest there. Pick up some clothes for her in case she can be released tomorrow. I’ll text ya if anything happens, alright?”

Chica didn’t like that idea. In fact, she hated it with all her heart. As much as she hated hospitals, she hated the idea of being far from Roxy much more. But she agreed. She could run back to Roxy’s and grab her some clothes then come back and rest in the wait room. She wouldn’t have to know. “Fine,” she finally said.

Monty offered a small smile in relief, before pulling her into a hug. They released her before moving one of the empty chairs close to the bed.

Chica walked over to Roxy, whose eyes were still shut, and leaned over her as gently as she could and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be here tomorrow, dear. I promise.” Roxanne’s eyes scrunched even more, resolute to staying shut, not giving Chica any access to look into gold. She sighed and turned heel, following Roxy’s father out of the room.

As Chica left the room, she chanced a glance back. She saw Roxy bite her lip and heard her sniffle, a single tear escaping from her shut eyes. Chica wanted to run back in and offer comfort, but Roxy obviously didn’t want her comfort. That scared Chica more than anything else that day. 

Was-was Roxy shutting her out?

Chapter Text

“Yer an idiot,” Monty said to her after she was wheeled back into the room, complete with her scans.

After sending Chica and her dad home, she was whisked away by the doctor and some nurses to have her CT and MRI scans done. They also did an x-ray on her full body but she would be waiting for a bit for the results from all three tests so she was just moved back into her room for convenience sake. And now, she wished she pushed for Monty to have gone home even more now.

“Not a nice thing to say to someone in a hospital bed, Gator,” she sneered at him, closing her eyes. 

“Don’t care. Ya need someone to tell it to ya straight sometimes and an idiot is exactly what you're bein’.” They growled, arms crossed and he leaned back in his bedside chair.

She knew that. They didn’t have to spell it out for her but she couldn’t help her actions.

He was back after all.

She’s been hurt many times before, she could get through this shit easily. She always did before, this time would be no different.

But you’ve never disappointed this many people before. New territory, loser. 

“You’re allowed to let more people in than me, y’know,” Monty whispered into the air. She finally opened her eyes to look at him. “Ya don’t needa push anyone away, specially not Chica.”

Roxy frowns, looking away from Monty. She knows that they're right, but she can’t. She can’t look so weak to Chica. She’s supposed to be a safe haven for the blue-eyed beauty and she can’t do that when she looks so…broken. If she could scream without it making the throbbing in her head worse, she would. She would let the scream tear through her throat until her voice went hoarse. But she won’t. She can’t. Not now. So instead she sits in silence, thinking of what to say.

“She shouldn’t see me like this…” she finally says, staring straight ahead at the blank wall. “No one should see how weak I really am,” she could feel her eyes fogging up.

Roxy could hear Monty exhale sharply out of his nose, making her turn her head at them to glare. “Y’know vulnerability’s supposed to be a huge part of being in a relationship right? Trusting someone to not judge ya and care for ya,” They snap.

“Well, Montgomery, you should know better than most that I didn't really do relationships. Or have you forgotten with that thick head of yours?”

“No, I didn’t forget. That’s why I told you I was so proud of you growing up and actually trying to pursue one! And now you wanna go and fuck it up!” His volume rose before he released an angry sigh. They pushed their loose hair back and out of his eyes, slumping back in the chair again. “Look, you're my best friend so I ain’t goin nowhere, but for fucks sake, why did you tell her to leave? And I want honesty.”

She looked him in his eyes. She made the mental note that his star-shaped sunglasses were nowhere in sight, hinting his seriousness. She balled her right fist under the sheets of the hospital bed and licked her lips. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

Monty waited for her to elaborate, not speaking a word but staring intently.

“What-what if she leaves me? I’ve never felt more safe than with her, but this,” she gestures to herself, tears pricking the edges of her vision. “This isn’t what she deserves. And now Foxy is back and I was finally making a name for myself, a name separate from his but that’s all gone. Especially after how he left. How I left him? What if she finds out? How could I even look her in the eye…”

“Then tell her.”

“No.”

He huffed in anger, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, I know ya need to make mistakes, hell I’ve let ya make mistakes. Huge ones. But this time, I’m not going to let you, alright. I fear if I let ya make this one, it’ll destroy ya and you’ll never learn from it.”

“Why not let me make it? I’m already a huge fuck up,” self-depricatory smile on her face, feeling wetness running down her cheeks. “And besides, I don’t really think I’ve learned from the last one.” She looks down at her fists, staring at the faint scars on them.

“You regret what happened right?” Monty asks softly.

She doesn’t say a word, only a small nod.

“That proves you did learn from it. That you made effort to change. You stopped picking fights, stopped being friends with that prick Whitley, started writing music, went pro for racing. Be proud of yourself. Genuinely, not the fake shit ya show e’ryone else.”

She was getting annoyed. “That therapy really is helping you, huh?”

She knew she hit a nerve when she saw their face scrunch up for a second. “Yeah,” annoyance, “maybe you should fuckin try it.”

She scoffed. “I’m doing perfectly fine myself, thank you very much. I never had as bad of anger issues as you.”

He was starting to snarl now. She knew what she was saying was wrong but this was all she knew how to do. Push others away. You don’t deserve support anyways. You are a loser and losers don’t deserve anything. Foxy would be much better anyways, you were only a replacement. 

“Maybe not but your self esteem could sure use some work. And your trust. Ya can’t rely on just me to be the only one to see ya like this. It can’t just be me getting you to talk about how scared ya are.”

She felt tears of anger leave tracks now. “You never had a problem before, why now?”

“Cause it was just you and me against the world before. We got people in our corners now. People other than one another. Look yer my best friend and ya know I never say that sentimental shit often but god dammit Rox I need you to listen. I don’t want to see you ruin your happiness because you’re too damn scared to share your feelings with Chica. The girl adores the hell out of you and if you think anything about what happened in the past between you and Foxy will change that then maybe you don’t know your girlfriend that well.” He was huffing at the end.

He was right. She knew they were. But dammit, habits are hard to break. So they sat in silence till 6 am when her father and Chica returned, the doctor soon joining after that.

~~~~~~~~~

Roxanne stared at the screen in front of her. It had been 4 days since she was released from the hospital on Sunday. And everyday since, Chica had been staying with her. It made all her pain feel worth it just to be under her care.

You don’t deserve it.

She had been waking up before Chica, which was a strange occurrence, and stayed in the warm embrace for as long as she could before her fears would take control of her mind. She was usually able to fall asleep again by pulling Chica as close as possible but still woke again with Chica gone, busy making them breakfast usually. 

Then she would take a while to sit up in bed. Bruised ribs, hairline fracture in her arm and dislocated patella were the other things she was diagnosed with making the process all the much harder. Not to mention the concussion and broken nose. Thankfully the broken nose was easy to put back in place. And she wasn’t too surprised by the dislocated patella seeing as she had dislocated it when she was much younger, so it was to be expected after rolling on it again. She still wore a brace on it though. The bruised ribs, however, made it hard to breathe and pretty much do anything other than lie on her back. And the brace for her arm was annoying, which is why she always preferred the compression sleeve instead.

She doesn’t mind most of it though when Chica’s home. She gets to lie on her couch, head in Chica’s lap. Her wonderful girlfriend would run a hand through her messy hair, lulling her into another nap while using a side table to study on her laptop.

They had gotten into a small argument after Roxy was permitted to leave the hospital. Chica spoke about how hurt she was that Roxy made her stay away and Roxy didn’t say anything to it. Why would she verbalize her fears to the wonderful woman in front of her and make her worry more than necessary? So they came to the agreement of Chica caring for her while studying.

After that Chica practically moved in, even though she already pretty much had. Roxanne liked it. Sure, it was strange having someone be there with her constantly after she got beat up. It used to be Monty. After fights or times when she would fall off her bike, Monty would be there to make fun of her and patch up any cuts or bruises she had, but he never stayed for the whole process. She would do the same for him whenever it was needed. But, right now, she didn’t respond to any of their texts. They all said the same thing, anyways. Talk to her.

You don’t deserve her.

No matter. Chica would study most of the day then head for work. Roxanne hated that part the most. She hated how reliant she was on the comfort from Chica. She hated how all the thoughts she kept at bay would come back full force. She hated being on pain meds and not being able to ride her motorcycle to clear her mind, wind howling around her as she sped under a setting sun. She hated it all. 

Her best way to derail all the thoughts would be to play her switch, she did get it for herself after all. But then she would think about when she last saw the little troublemaker. After her race, beat to hell and back and passing out from seeing her brother for the first time in years. What kind of fucking role model was she to Gregory, showing how weak she was. Then there was the worry in Freddy’s face while in the pit. He looked at her with such sad eyes and dammit she didn’t know how to deal with that. And Vanessa fighting to keep away the media. She’ll need to a gift for all the hard work that woman is doing for her.

But playing the games would distract her for a while. Sure, she shouldn’t spend so much time looking at a screen after getting a concussion but there was only so much for her to do without getting bored. On Monday, she stayed engaged all the way until Chica came home and cooked them dinner. Roxy had felt bad seeing her girlfriend walk in after working and start cooking for them without sitting down to rest. Useless. Chica reassured her that it was fine and that she didn’t mind cooking her food, she was hurt afterall. The next day Roxy played for a while, guilt from the previous day nagging at her. She stopped and brought out the ingredients that time, Chica told her what she planned on making that morning over breakfast, and did her best cutting up the vegetables for her. It made her feel more useful and Chica smiled. But Roxy could tell that something was eating at Chica. It must have been something to do with her.

On Wednesday, she had been lying in Chica’s lap and felt Chica’s phone vibrate. Her girlfriend had thought she was still asleep and did her best to pull out the phone without disturbing Roxy. Roxy had only peaked her eyes open to see the time off of Chica’s phone, wanting to know if her girlfriend would be leaving for work soon. Instead she saw the name of a group chat with Bonnie’s nickname holding the newest message. Roxy genuinely didn’t mean to look and intrude but she couldn’t help it. The message was an invite for them to all hangout the next day. And Roxy watched as Chica hesitated to respond. She could then feel Chica’s eyes on her and a message was typed out.

id love to but need to take care of roxy >-<

maybe next time??

Roxy felt overjoyed about Chica wanting to stay with her. To take care of her. At least until the guilt settled in.

Selfish. I’m keeping her from her friends. Useless. I can’t even help her. Loser.

Chica then got back to studying and combing a hand through Roxanne’s hair. It did nothing to calm the guilt in her stomach. When she left that day, Roxy made up her mind to get Chica to hang out with her friends. Even if it meant Chica would be with her brother. Even if Roxy didn’t like him, she wouldn’t take Chica’s time from speaking to him. She wouldn’t be selfish even though she so desperately wanted to be. So she looked at the groceries in her kitchen, looked up an easy recipe that used what she had and did her best to make dinner while Chica was gone.

That will show her that she doesn’t need to worry about me. That she can go do other things.

When Chica came home, she was pleasantly surprised. All the extra exertion was worth it to Roxy to see the gentle sparkle in Chica’s eyes when she first walked in. Then Roxy offered as nonchalantly as she could that Chica go spend time with her friends the following day. Chica had studied her after she said that and Roxy had to break eye contact. She knew that Chica was smart enough to read her and know that she wanted to be selfish, so she avoided eye contact. Finally, Chica hesitantly agreed and Roxy released a sigh of relief internally.

When they went to bed that night, Chica offered Roxy to speak about anything on her mind. Speak about how she felt. And all Roxy said was cooking takes a lot of effort and fell asleep cuddled up to her girlfriend, immediately sleeping after all the extra effort that winded her.

That Thursday morning held a charged energy. Now there had been many times where the air between them felt like an electric current was passing but nothing like this. Never had it felt like walking a tightrope. Roxanne shook it off as the idea of her girlfriend spending time with Foxy later that day. It was fine. Everything was fine.

They ate their breakfast and shared their plans for the day. Roxy noticed the tired circles then under her dear angel’s eyes and declared that they would watch movies till it was time for Chica to meet with her best friends. They lied on the couch together till the clock got closer to noon. Luckily, the place they decided to meet up at was near their apartment since Chica had said she would only agree to going out if it was close enough to Roxy’s apartment. Then finally it was time for her to leave.

So Roxy had played games on her switch for a while until she felt a notification from her phone. It was from one of her social media apps and it was an alert for Freddy’s account. After she had gotten close to the big guy and followed him after her EP announcement, she decided to turn on notifications for him. It would help for her to engage with his posts and she liked the guy anyways. Besides, she liked the few times Freddy would post being on a date with an embarrassed Monty or taking care of a hyperactive, mischievous Gregory.

This time it was a reunion picture of the Glamrock Animatronics. She chuckled at the overenthusiastic face Freddy had and the amused grin of Bonnie. Her Chica always looked gorgeous, even when her cheeks were being squeezed into Freddy’s side in a half hug. Then Roxanne’s eyes fell on her brother.

When she first saw him after the race, she had been in rough shape and only caught a glimpse of him before his presence caused her to black out. Now she got a good look at him. His skin was still slightly lighter than her own, closer to honey than to almond. His eyes, or rather eye, wasn’t nearly as golden as hers were, something she prided having, but they still knew how to get the room mesmerized by their light brown shade that many described as bronze in the right light. And even with the scar marrying his own sharp features, he was still a handsome man. His natural brown hair was also short, likely due to standard hair length for the navy. Last she remembered before he left was a reddish brown haircut that had brushed the tops of his shoulders. And even without the photo, she knew that she was still much taller than him, his height being exactly between Bonnie and Chica. Despite that though, he still commanded the presence of any room he entered, almost stealing the spotlight with one grin. It made her sick.

She shook off the thoughts and clicked out of the post as quickly as she could, not wanting to look at her brother anymore. The one they all prefer. And instead decided to scroll through the things in her tag. She had always been a fan of edits that others made of her. But she knew her mistake the moment she opened the tag. Now there were still edits of her there that used her own thirst traps, the scenes of her recent music video and of her races. But, at the top of one of the update accounts that existed for her was her accident. 

Her hand hovered over the video. Watch it. She hoped that they wouldn’t have posted it so soon but she knew that she wasn’t that lucky. Watch your failure. But she wanted to see what happened from an outside perspective. 

So she clicked the video.

She watched herself battle against Vanny for the top spot. She watched as Vanny got directly in front of her, still keeping a legal distance. She watched the trick move that Vanny made that would make it seem like an issue in the road that caused her to bump Roxy’s tire, sending her flying. She watched herself get dragged and then flung onto gravel. She watched herself stand but felt all the phantom pains roar to life across her body. She could feel it now as she watched the video loop. She watched it again, tears stinging her eyes. She then noticed something very important. An Afton Industries logo on Vanny’s jacket.

That bastard.

She watched the video again to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. But there it was, Afton Industries plaster across the back of Vanny’s jacket. She felt sick.

She made a beeline to her bathroom and emptied her stomach, tears streaming down her face. That bastard could’ve killed me. For what? Some stupid petty revenge for not rejoing the fucking band? She finally stood up and flushed her toilet and walked to the sink, swishing water in her mouth. She then splashed water on her face. She could calm herself down, she didn’t need to call anyone.

She finally was able to quiet the blood pumping in her ears, focusing on only the running water of her faucet. She finally looked in her mirror.

She stared at her reflection. Haunted acidic yellow eyes staring back at her. Her hair was a mess and faint tear streaks were present on her face. She looked horrifying. She looked ugly. She looked broken.

You are broken.

The tears were building up again the longer she stared. Even when Foxy had a scar over the entire right side of his face, he didn’t look as ugly as Roxy does. He was perfect, he was what everyone wanted. She only knew how to find trouble. She only knew that people stayed away from those like her. That’s why Monty was leaving her, he was getting better, she wasn’t. She will never change. You will never change. I will never change.

She tried to peel her eyes away from the mirror, away from herself, but it felt futile. At least until she caught sight of the second toothbrush in her toothbrush holder. Chica. She still had Chica, but what if Chica wisened up. What if the only girl she felt safe with and had fallen in love with left her?

That made her pause for a second, staring at her reflection. Oh god. Oh god. Fuck! How could a loser like me fall in love with someone so kind, so beautiful, so smart? I’m imperfect. I’m second choice. I’m a loser.

She hated it. She hated it, hated it, hated it! She hated that she got hurt. She hated that she made enemies with a rich boy. She hated rich boys. She hated that she was pushing Monty away. She hated that her brother was who everyone preferred when they were growing up. She hated it all. She hated that she fell in love. And she hated the person that caused this all.

And she was staring right at her. Her grip on the sink tightened. Her teeth ground. The tears burned as they left her eyes. “I hate you!” And…

SMASH!

“ ¡Puta madre!”

She was no longer staring at the person she hated, only her right hand in the shattered glass of the mirror.

She stood there for a moment, shivering in the spot and only looked at her hand before breaking down into full sobs. Now cuts and bleeding wasn’t something new to her hands. She actually had lots of little scars scattered across the knuckles from when she used to get into fights. She had told Chica about them after their first night together and Chica had pressed a small kiss on each one, no matter how faint. Now there would be new ones to join the mix. And normally, she would’ve called Monty to come help her clean it up, but there was no way she would be calling them. She knew the lecture she would get. 

So she set to cleaning and dressing the wound herself. She rinsed under the convenient faucet and used some tweezers to pull out any pieces that may have gotten stuck. She then rifled through her cabinet for some hydrogen peroxide only to find a tiny amount left. It would have to do. She then tried to find some gauze and antibiotic cream to cover it, only to find none. And if she wanted to make it seem fine in front of Chica, she needed some fast.

So she instead grabbed some tissue paper and put it on her hand, getting the medical tape and wrapping it firmly. She then went back to her living room and picked up her phone. She searched up the nearest pharmacy which was luckily in walking distance. Her pain medicine was still in her system and she wouldn’t like to risk anything by getting on her bike. She already fucked up enough for one day.

The walk there was quick, she needed it to be. And she was pretty sure it wasn’t in the direction of the restaurant where Chica had met up with the other Glamrock Animatronics at. Her hoodie was pulled over her head anyways just to be safe.

She quickly found what she needed and paid as quickly as she could. She exited the store only to run into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” she said as she picked herself.

“Roxy, why are you out of the apartment,” the other person asked, making Roxanne’s blood run ice cold.

Oh no.

“Chica,” she breathed out, trying to hide the fear in her voice. “I thought you were with the boys?”

“I was but then I thought I spotted you walking into a pharmacy when you should be resting,” Chica said, looking her directly in the eyes, confusion painted deeply in them.

“I–I was um,” Roxanne struggles, “I just needed some stuff.” She tried hiding her right hand.

Chica’s eyes flickered to the movement. Her expression became more confused and hurt as the seconds passed.

“I’ll uh I’ll just be heading home then,” Roxy tried. “Have fun with your friends, see you later tonight.” Roxanne then attempted to walk past Chica until she caught her right hand, making Roxy’s full body wince.

Chica turned her around, holding the injured hand between soft palms. “What happened?”

“Oh, just a little accident, scratched my hand on the corner of the dresser.” Roxy tried brushing off.

“The truth Roxanne.” Roxy’s stomach plummeted. Roxy finally looked Chica in the eye. Misty blue eyes that held on hurt and fear were what stared at her. “What is wrong? Please talk to me. What happened?”

Roxy gulped.

She fucked up.

Chapter Text

Chica felt nervous. She was scared. Roxanne didn’t know it yet, but she had full control of Chica’s heart and with the way Roxy was acting, it felt like it would break.

Chica knew that Roxy most likely wasn’t acting the way she was on purpose, but doubt still ate at her from the back of her mind.

Chica had already known that Roxy was lashing out due to being injured. When she had arrived at the hospital room at 6 am sharp the morning after Roxy was admitted, the air between her and Monty was charged. It seemed like there was an argument since neither one of them was looking at each other and seemed annoyed by the other. Whatever they argued about was their business but it did worry Chica to see the two best friends so hostile to one another in a non playful way.

They all heard the news about the extent of Roxy’s injuries and Chica knew that even before the doctor spoke that she was going to spend all her time at Roxy’s to nurse her back to health. She didn’t mind it, in fact, she looked forward to it.

But then, Roxanne had to throw a fit about Chica taking care of her. The fight wasn’t even about Roxy saying she could take care of herself. No, it was about Chica needing to spend time studying for her finals instead of worrying about her girlfriend. Chica did find the gesture sweet that Roxy cared about her future just as much as she did, but being stupid and thinking that she wasn’t worth some of Chica’s time irked her. Too bad for Roxy that Chica knew how to multitask.

So after they got back to Roxy’s that Sunday evening, when Roxy was permitted to leave, Chica already made herself more at home than she already did. She brought more of her clothes from her apartment over, brought some of her shampoo and conditioner, brought some of her stuff for her nighttime skin routine. She was prepared to stay at Roxy’s for a while and planned times for herself to go to her actual apartment when she needed to get something from there. Besides clothes weren’t much of an issue for her since stealing Roxy’s hoodies suited her just fine.

And so the week went on with them being domestic. Chica had already planned out meals for Roxanne and herself. She luckily did some grocery shopping before the race so they were stocked up for the week, which meant keeping close to Roxy while she healed. She always made sure to watch all of Roxy’s movements to make sure that the latina wasn’t pushing herself more than she should. She watched when Roxy would do light exercises for her knee, put on compression braces for said knee and the hairline fracture. She also made sure that Roxy didn’t mess with her nose so that it could heal right. What Chica worried herself with most was the concussion however. She always kept a watchful eye on Roxy, making sure she avoided anything that would make it worse like moving her head quickly or looking at a screen for too long. Chica was honestly a little glad about the bruised ribs limiting Roxy’s movement to just lying down, she was sure if that wasn’t the case then Roxanne would be bouncing off the walls. Her girlfriend did love to be active.

So she should have known that her girlfriend would get antsy when she went off to work. The first wasn’t that bad when she got back to the apartment. From the looks of things, Roxy had distracted herself by playing games on her switch. Chica did get upset by that since she knew that staring at a screen would not help Roxy in her healing process for her concussion. But, there wasn’t much else for Roxy to entertain herself with other than reading a book. When Chica had first suggested it, Roxy immediately looked her dead in the eyes before blinking at her slowly. Chica got the hint and didn’t suggest it again.

So Chica cooked them a nice dinner after getting back home. Roxanne had apologized to her, which she had found foolish.

“Why?” she had asked.

“I didn’t help you with cooking. You just got back from work and all I did was lay around,” Roxy had moped.

Chica shook her head and kissed the top of Roxy’s forehead before putting the plate down. “I want to make dinner for us. Besides, you need to rest so you can heal. Maybe once you’re healed enough you can prep ingredients for me before I get home.”

Roxanne had nodded to her words before digging into their dinner.

Then that Tuesday, Chica came home to vegetables for dinner already cut. Roxy was sitting at the kitchen counter with the biggest and proudest grin on her face when Chica entered the apartment. That had worried Chica the slightest bit since she knew Roxy was not well enough to start helping her yet. It told her that her girlfriend had decided that resting wasn’t what she should be doing and she should push herself just to cut some carrots. Chica smiled at her in thanks still.

But, when they were both preparing for bed for the night, Chica could feel anxiety rear its ugly head. Is she trying to show that she’s capable without me? Does she not want me here? Why doesn’t she care about herself?

She festered in her head for a bit before whispering a soft “Roxy?” only to be met by no response that night. She only got a light snore from behind her. She sighed and decided that she’ll ask in the morning and fell asleep.

She woke up feeling like there was something she needed to talk with Roxy about but it was forgotten when Roxy kept snuggling up to her. Chica had told her not to overexert herself which included any activities that went further than kissing. Roxy had kept being flirtatious with her even when she was exiled to lie on the couch after Chica got upset with her overexerting herself. She kept being suggestive and it made Chica giggle so much that she marked the previous day as Roxy just wanting to help Chica out more for both of them due to all the playfulness coming from the recently moping girl. She probably just needed time to adjust to being taken care of instead of trying to foolheartedly power through the pain by herself. They soon fell back into their recent schedule of cuddling on the couch while Chica studied up for her finals. Chica loved running her hand through Roxy’s hair when they got to this part of the day. She especially loved to scratch at the nape of Roxanne’s neck where it made Roxy’s eyes more hazy when she wasn’t as tired as she was.

Then Chica felt a text from the Glamrock Animatronics group chat. It had been dead for years, usually only used when Bonnie was back in town so they could make plans with one another, but now with both Foxy and Bonnie back, it was finally reborn. The first few messages had been concerned for Roxanne and how badly the injuries extended. Chica had reassured them that she was as strong as she looked and that she should heal up nicely especially since Chica would ensure it herself. After that, it had turned to the boys catching up with one another but this time when Chica pulled up the chat, it was an invite for them all to go out together.

Chica wouldn’t lie, she wanted a break from all the studying. And most of the activities she wanted to do were too strenuous for her girlfriend who was napping most the day anyways. Which was a good thing in Chica’s book since it meant that she wouldn’t push herself too hard. And there was another thing that ate at Chica.

She wanted to know what happened between the Wolf siblings.

She wanted so badly to ask Roxy about it, but everytime she had, Roxy always shrunk in on herself. It always made Chica so sad to see the strong and charming girl become so meek at the mention of Foxy, so she would wait until she was ready to speak about it herself. But, she could always ask the other person involved. And if he didn’t want to answer, she wouldn’t force him to. But it would still eat her from the inside. She wanted to know so desperately why one of her best friends and her precious girlfriend had such a strained relationship as siblings.

She finally looked at the back of her sleeping girlfriend’s head on her lap and then looked back to the phone in her other hand. She began to type out a message, deciding that her curiosity could wait some more. Roxy needed care, at least until her breathing was easier for her.

id love to but need to take care of roxy >-<

maybe next time??

She knew that since Bonnie was the one planning, he would likely want to go to a diner or take them all to the bowling alley so they could all catch up and both those places were too far for Chica to think about being away from the apartment. She wanted to be close enough not just for Roxy, but for her own peace of mind. After texting in their group chat a little longer she finally went back to her studying. Then it was time for her to head to work.

But coming home to a decently fully cooked meal was not something she expected. She was grateful for it since Monty was in a mood, upset that he had to get updates on their best friend from Chica since Roxy refused to respond. She spent most of their free time telling him about her and that led to her worrying about Roxy even more. The fully cooked meal was just the icing on the cake made of unease. But it also warmed her heart to know that Roxy put so much effort for her.

They soon began to eat in a comfortable silence, exchanging a few words about their days. Chica tried to get Roxy to open up about her refusal to message Monty back which she had deflected back to Chica about ignoring her own friends.

“I know that he’s your friend,” Roxy said between bites, “even if I don’t get along with him. And this is the first time he’s been back in town for six years.” Chica watched as Roxanne’s face scrunched slightly, like she was straining herself to make the suggestion. “You should spend time with him and the rest of the Glamrock Animatronics. Have a little reunion, y’know?”

Chica sat in disbelief. She really is trying to push me away, isn’t she? The words from Catrina flooded her memory. “She only shows you what she wants you to see.” It ate at her with each bite.

“Are you sure?” She found herself hesitantly asking. 

She stared Roxy in her eyes, watching for any indication of what Roxy was trying to get at. She watched as one of Roxanne’s eyebrows twitched and her nostrils flare just ever so slightly, all in a half second, before her golden eyes broke contact with Chica’s own blue ones. That confirmed to Chica that her going out wasn’t what Roxy wanted.

“Are you sure?” She repeated, more firm this time. Roxy did a slight nod. “Because I know that you are not healed no matter how much you try to act it. And I don’t want to be somewhere too far if you need me since I know you haven’t been talking to Monty.” If Roxy wasn’t going to speak her mind, then she would.

Roxy continued to look away, now in shame, and bit her lip. And dammit, it was moments like this where Chica wished she was a little less attracted to Roxy since she wished she was the one biting that lip. Focus! 

“Look, I was able to make us dinner, pollita. I promise it was the only thing I did today, so at the very least I can make myself a sandwich while you go out with your friends. And if it would make you more comfortable choose a place near the apartment, if that will ease your mind,” Roxy said with a hesitant smile, placing a gentle hand on top of Chica’s. “Besides, you’re burning yourself out studying and taking care of me, take some time for yourself. I’ll be fine.”

Chica was still hesitant. But it sounded like Roxy also wanted some time to herself. Maybe she would actually take the time Chica was with her friends to call Monty over and make up. He did have the same shifts as her and she figured that Roxy wouldn’t want to have that serious of a talk with them while Chica was in the apartment. 

Finally Chica sighed. “Fine. I’ll text them about choosing a place within a ten minute walking distance from here.”

She sent the message and Roxy finally looked her in the eyes again. The smile she wore was bittersweet. They both continued to eat soon after that with Chica complimenting Roxy’s efforts. Eventually, they finished the meal and cleaned up. Chica watched all of Roxy’s sluggish movements carefully, her doubts starting to eat at her. She knew that she should say something to Roxy, anything. Ask why she was pushing Chica away. But Chica felt the words get choked up in her mouth.

Roxanne finally suggested they head to bed since she was more tired than usual. They did their whole nighttime routine and got settled in the bed. Roxanne immediately snuggled up to Chica, pulling her completely flush.

“Hey,” Chica suddenly found herself saying, “is there anything you want to talk about? How you’re feeling, maybe?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Roxanne yawned in her ear. Chica felt hope that Roxy was finally going to speak about what was bothering her and making her act so brash. “Cooking is so much harder than I remember, you always make it look easy with how you flow in the kitchen.” Those were the last words she heard from behind her until she began to hear soft snores and gentle breath tickle the nape of her neck.

That had upset Chica more than anything else that evening. It buzzed in her head, preventing her from falling asleep immediately like her girlfriend just had. Anxiety began to eat at her, building up. And another part of herself demanded to fight it by going to the kitchen and taking comfort in some of the snacks that were stocked in there. If she couldn’t use her mouth to make her voice heard, she might as well use it to eat something right? Or use it to hold a stick of nicotine between her lips.

She quickly shook the thought away, instead turning in the arms that were wrapped around her. She stared at Roxanne’s sleeping face for a while, studying it. The tension was gone from her beautiful face but Chica could still see faint traces of a frown marring the gorgeous face. 

“Why won’t you talk to me?” She whispered, cupping the face of the troubled girl she had fallen for. “I want to work through this with you but I’m scared.”

She finally fell into a fitful rest.

~~~~~~~~~

Chica was walking to the cafe that the boys had agreed to meet her at. And she was now heading to their meet up with a mission in mind.

The whole morning was cold between Roxy and herself. They both could feel it over breakfast. And Chica knew that most of it was coming off of her. Roxy had seemed clueless while they ate and suggested snuggling while watching some movies before it was time for Chica to leave. It was not at all what Chica wanted to do. She wanted to sit down and talk about what was happening with her girlfriend. Know why she wasn’t talking to her best friend. Know what happened between her and Foxy to make her so reactive to the mere mention of him. Know why she was being pushed away when before the race Roxanne seemed to be lowering the walls around herself.

But Chica didn’t deny the cuddling in the end, accepting to watch a movie. She was tired and upset from the fitful night and stress. And fighting off the cravings. And just because she was upset with Roxy’s behavior didn’t mean that just being held by her didn’t help to melt some of the stress away.

So her mission was to now instead ask the other side of this situation what happened to make his own sister so hostile towards him.

But when she entered the cafe, the only one she saw there on time was of course one Freddy Fazbear. It brought a gentle smile to her face. This is how it was when they were younger. Her and Freddy would usually be the first two to arrive then Bonnie and lastly a late Foxy. 

“Chica,” Freddy grinned at her before pulling her into a crushing hug. “How has Roxy been? Monty keeps complaining about her ignoring them.”

Chica squeezes back before being released. “She’s been… a handful. I think she’s getting antsy from all the injuries and,” her smile started to fade, “I fear she’s shutting me out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Freddy’s face dropped. He then pulled her into another hug. “I’m sure it’s just the restlessness. And she was adamant about not disturbing your studies. But enough of that, how have you been?”

“Well besides that I’ve been pretty good, just a little tired. And hungry. When are the other two coming?” She asked.

“Right now,” Bonnie’s voice rang out from behind her. She turned to see Bonnie walk in with a Foxy closely following.

Freddy shot up out of his seat and overenthusiastically grabbed all three of them and pulled them into his huge frame. For someone who didn’t really work out, he lifted all of them off the ground effortlessly. “All four of us are finally together!”

“Ay, big guy. Can you let us down before you suffocate us?” Foxy said with a slight grin, which Chica agreed to since she was the one being crushed the most.

“Oh gosh! Sorry,” Freddy loosened his grip. “Can I get one picture first? For my socials? Then I’ll let you go.”

“Why not before letting us go?” Bonnie asked.

“Because if I do, you and Foxy will likely turn it into a photoshoot like you used to and if I’m honest, I just want to capture this moment. Chica and myself are rather hungry so we wouldn't like to take 20 minutes for you to find the perfect lighting Bon,” Freddy teased.

Chica giggled since it was true that Bonnie never wanted to be ‘caught slipping’, his own words, and had to get his angles perfect for posts. The picture was soon quickly taken and they all finally took their seats. At that moment a waitress came by, taking their orders relatively quick before leaving to get the food made. And if Chica ordered more than she should, none of these guys would question it. Maybe Bonnie, but she would worry about that later.

Soon they all fell into talking like no time had passed and it definitely lightened Chica’s mood. They all traded stories of what they were doing with their lives. Their food came when it was Chica’s turn, so they all began to eat while they told her they all were happy and proud of her going to college. But then she started to think about when she met Roxy all those months ago. How much has changed for her and how her goal of opening up a dance studio was slowly fading away thanks to all the belief the kind woman poured into her to perform again. It also brought back the fact that said woman was closing up and what she planned to ask Foxy.

“How about you Foxy?” She chose to move the conversation to him, hoping to fluidly bring in her question.

Foxy began to share how much he enjoyed the navy and being on the sea. He called it his home and the others always told him that it was expected from all the times they went to the pool for him to swim the whole time. They asked what happened to cause him to leave since he loved it so much.

“Medical discharge,” was his response. He raised his right arm to show off his missing hand, raising the stub towards the eyepatch covering his face. “Mechanical incident, led to me losing my hand and eye, so they decided best to discharge me for the injuries.”

“Were you upset?” Freddy asked.

“Of course I was but I understood why. Not much for me to do on the ship when I’m missing half my sight. But that was a few months ago. And besides, it forced me to come back and face some stuff.”

“What stuff?” Chica asked, hoping it was the same topic on her mind.

He looked her dead in the eyes with his one good one, brows furrowing. “My sister. And our relationship.”

The table went silent. Chica began to sneak fries from Bonnie’s plate from the anxiety of it all. “I’ve been wondering about that myself,” she started to say, “what happened between you and her? And why did we never meet her when we were younger?”

He didn’t break eye contact for a bit, but soon turned his head away from her. The same way Roxy always did. He sighed. “I-I. Hmm. I don’t fully know when it went sour between us. We were close as little kids but–I definitely was the one to push her away. It’s my fault, I suppose. My brothers and sisters in the navy helped me realize that I needed to make things right.”

Bonnie frowned at that. “But it wasn’t all your fault. That last fight wasn’t started by you, it was started by her. And that was when you did try to make things right.”

Foxy seemed annoyed at Bonnie coming to his defense. “Yes that’s true but I went about it the wrong way. The way I did it insulted her, so I don’t blame her for throwing the first punch.”

Before Bonnie could say something, Chica cut in. “Wait, when was this? When did the two of you physically fight? Why did you two fight?”

Foxy turned to look back at her. “You remember when I looked beat to hell the day I left for training camp?” Chica nodded. “Well… all of those injuries were caused by her.”

“What?” Chica felt confusion take over. All the times Bonnie described them as fighting, she always assumed it was verbal. She remembered feeling so upset when she saw Foxy’s face the day he left. She told him that she hated the person who hurt one of her best friends. Bonnie said that it was one of Whitley’s friends who had made her friend look so badly bruised. She just never assumed that the person to do it was the person she had loved so much now.

“Yeah, and I doubt she would’ve stopped if I hadn’t stepped in. Whitley and his little gang were egging her on.” Bonnie sneered.

“What?” She repeated. She knew that Roxy had changed, had matured, but what had caused such a reaction. And why was she so scared of telling Chica. Did she think that Chica would hate her after all the gentleness that Roxy had shown her? All the support?

She felt her head spinning especially since all she could think about was Roxanne shutting her out and now knowing what had caused the divide between herself and her brother. When she looked out the window in confusion, she only felt anger fill her when she saw Roxy walking into the pharmacy from across the street.

“I’ll be back,” she said, not waiting for an answer. She strode out of the cafe and walked over to the pharmacy just as Roxy was exiting.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” Roxy said as she picked herself up and reached out to help Chica with the arm that had the hairline fracture.

“Roxy, why are you out of the apartment,” Chica asked, watching as Roxy froze in place, horror written in her eyes.

“Chica,” she breathed out, trying to hide the fear in her voice. “I thought you were with the boys?”

“I was but then I thought I spotted you walking into a pharmacy when you should be resting,” Chica said, looking her directly in the eyes, confusion on clear display when she saw the fear in the golden eyes.

“I–I was um,” Roxanne struggles, “I just needed some stuff.” Chica watches as Roxy tries to hide her right hand.

Something happened. And even though she was mad at Roxy trying to hide from her, her first instinct was still to care for her.

“I’ll uh I’ll just be heading home then,” Roxy tried. “Have fun with your friends, see you later tonight.” Roxanne then attempted to walk past Chica until she caught her right hand, making Roxy’s full body wince.

Chica turned her around, holding the injured hand between soft palms. “What happened?”

“Oh, just a little accident, scratched my hand on the corner of the dresser.” Roxy tried brushing off.

“The truth Roxanne.” Chica felt impatient. Roxy finally looked Chica in her fogging eyes. “What is wrong? Please talk to me. What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Roxy tried again, pulling her hand out of Chica’s grasp. “Just go back to your friends.” She then turned heel and walked back towards the direction of the apartment.

“No Roxanne,” Chica said, all her emotions finally catching up to her. She was angry, she was upset, she was hurt. Roxy was trying to run and Chica was finally going to stop her after letting it happen for so long. “You are not fine. You already were injured from last week and decided to hurt yourself more?”

“It wasn’t on purpose, Chica.” Roxy said, still continuing down the street, not looking at Chica. “Can we talk about this later? Go back to your friends.”

“No we can’t do this later Roxanne. You keep deflecting every time I try to bring it up. Are you scared to share with me?”

Roxy stopped walking away and turned to Chica. “Fine.” She said, grabbing Chica’s hand and pulling the both of them into an empty side street so they could speak away from any listener-ins. “And I’m not scared, just worried. You’ve got other stuff to take care of like your finals.”

“Yes, but I also willingly got into this relationship so I knew that it would also take time and effort.”

“Yeah, but I don’t need to be watched 24/7. I used to get hurt all the time and was able to take care of myself just fine. Monty would patch me up after fights and I was always fine the next day.”

“Well you’ve been cutting off contact with Monty so he has to rely on me or Freddy for info about you, his best friend. And I already know that you fought a lot when you were younger,” Chica’s frustration was now taking over her. “Trust me, I heard the story about how you beat your brother up as a teenager,” Chica slipped out in her anger, surprising her.

Roxy’s face scrunched up at that before turning into a snarl. “Oh he told you about that, didn’t he. And I bet he told you that I threw the first hit, right? Called me a monster, maybe? Well maybe he shouldn’t have tried to ‘make amends’. I bet he didn’t tell you it was because he was trying to buy back the affection he lost out on from him distancing himself from me. ”

“He didn’t say any of that,” Chica said steadily, not at all phased by the anger in Roxy’s voice. 

“Typical,” She huffed.

“But, at least he started to share what happened between the two of you,” Chica said in annoyance. “There is so much more I want to know about you but you keep everything so,” she paused, fists clenching, “close to your chest.” Her exasperation clear. She wanted open communication with Roxanne, not to pull teeth everytime they got into territory that Roxy refused to tell her. She didn’t want to find out through other people anymore. It hurt her that it felt like Roxy didn't trust her with the information herself.

“So what? You think he’s the better one out of the two of us?” Roxy snarled.

“Not what I’m saying." Chica spat. "But sometimes your communication isn’t good enough.”

That seemed to strike something inside of Roxy, Chica saw the flash of hurt in her eyes. She watched Roxy’s eyes mist up before she smiled sardonically. She then began to chuckle, confusing Chica. “Of course, of course!”

“Roxy?”

“I really thought it would be different,” she says, almost to herself. “Is it really my communication that is not good enough or is it me?”

Chica was baffled, how was that what she got from what she said. “Roxy, I don’t know how you interpreted that but it’s just your communication that we need to work on. I’m just asking you to talk to me more.”

“Oh is it now?” Roxy had tears building up. “No, I know the truth. I’m not good enough right. And I really thought it would be different with you. Different from everyone else before. All of the people who only wanted to be close to me to get to know him, only difference is that you already knew him. I was just for fun right?”

Chica was offended that Roxy would think that. “Not. At. All. I wanted to date you for a while but you kept giving mixed messages. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you since you feel like hiding so much. A relationship should be built on mutual trust and communication.”

“I am communicating. I keep telling you to focus on yourself and go with your friends. I can take care of myself. And maybe if you won’t do it, I’ll go myself!”

Chica froze, feeling a sting in her own eyes. “What?”

“Yeah. I’m obviously not good enough for you," Roxy said in a belittling tone to herself, "maybe I should leave and let you finish your finals. No need to worry about someone useless like me. Who knows, maybe I might try to hurt you like I did to him.”

“I know you don’t mean that,” Chica said hesitantly.

“Oh do you now! Didn’t you just say that you don’t know me? So how can you be sure that I'm not being genuine. How can you be so sure that I’ve changed when I only show you the best of me? You know what, I’ll spell it out for you. I’m going.”

“Going where?” Chica asked when Roxy began to storm from the side street and towards her apartment.

“To get my stuff,” was all Roxy said before marching down the street in anger.

“Roxy, wait,” Chica felt fear build up in her stomach. She grabbed Roxy’s hand only for it to be yanked out of her grasp. It broke her heart. “Roxy, don’t be stupid.”

“Oh so now I’m stupid. Bet I’m just some huge fucking loser to you, right?” Roxy’s voice cracked.

“That is not what I said!”

“Nah, I understand you loud and clear, Chica. I’ll get out of your hair. Focus on your finals, I’ll be back for my apartment once they’re done.”

“What are you trying to say?” Chica asked, trying to get Roxy to look at her.

Roxy finally stopped and used her full height to tower over Chica to intimidate her. It didn’t work on Chica, she could tell Roxy would never hurt her. But she did bite the inside of her lip. “What I’m saying is that I’m leaving. As much as you think I changed, I’m just finally showing I'm still the same. So next week, I want your key left in my kitchen and then we’ll be done. I don’t need a fucking babysitter that thinks I’m not good enough even though she made me think I was.”

That made Chica freeze. She wanted to sob. She wanted to break down on the spot. She wanted to chase after Roxy, who was storming back to the apartment. Did Roxy really think that Chica didn't think she was good enough? Did Chica make her feel like that? Was it all her fault that Roxy didn't want to communicate? Monty did tell her that this was Roxy's first genuine relationship in a long time that she was actually hopeful of it going somewhere. Was the fact that Chica held onto Roxy too tight because of her own fears of someone close leaving her again the reason that Roxy felt she couldn't say anything? To protect Chica from her own fears? Her stress ate at her from the inside at the thought that she inadvertently led to this. 

She felt the overwhelming urge to light a cigarette to calm her nerves.

That thought was finally enough to make her come to her senses and was about to run and convince Roxy to not leave. That she was hurt and that all of this was just the stress speaking. That she loved Roxy and that she was scared of Roxy leaving her like so many other people did before. That running away was not a solution to this and that Chica did need Roxy, wanted Roxy. That she does care about her and was just being reactive. But another pair of hands pulled her back.

“Chica, I cannot let you go after her when she’s like that. Last time did not end well for my friend when she was that pissed,” Bonnie spoke in her ear.

“She would never hurt me! And you said that you thought she was turning over a new leaf as well,” Chica argued, trying to release herself from him. She watched Freddy wordlessly walk after Roxy. “Why are you letting him?”

“He’s got dad skills, maybe he can talk her down. And even if she is changing, that was not what I saw right now. I still don’t trust her, especially not around you.”

“She’s being destructive right now, Bonnie. She could get herself hurt much worse. She said she was leaving me.” The tears were streaming down her face and she didn't care about people giving her odd looks. She could care so much less. She felt safe with Roxy, loved by her and she wasn't going to let her walk away from her life. She was actually going to fight to keep someone in her life. And this time it wouldn't be with money like it was for her dad when he was in the hospital. No, this time it would be something worth much more to make sure Roxy understood why Chica was fighting so hard for better communication between them.

They argue for a bit more, with Chica trying to chase after her girlfriend that she just messed her relationship up with. Foxy finally joins them, held back by paying for their meal at the cafe. He looks as upset as Chica felt. She knew that she said something that hurt Roxy deeply and she felt bad, because she doesn't know precisely what. After a bit of convincing by Foxy, Chica finally is able to rush back to the apartment, only to find Freddy standing outside of it in defeat. He refused to look Chica in the eyes.

She entered and looked to see if Roxy was still there, even if Freddy said she left. After searching she noticed that Roxy’s custom jacket was gone, along with her keys, helmet and her bag that she would take with her to the gym. After more investigation, some of Roxy’s clothes were missing too.

All she found was a note in Roxy’s writing saying that she never deserved Chica and this was for the best. The dried teardrops didn’t go unnoticed by Chica. Instead they were added to by Chica’s own tears. Ugly cravings reared their heads in the back of Chica's mind while she sobbed over Roxanne.

Chapter Text

“Are you finally here to talk to me?” Monty growled at her from the doorway, staring at where Roxy lay on his couch.

She was a mess. And honestly, she didn’t know where to go last night. She had debated going to her dad’s but Foxy was there, and she couldn’t stand the thought seeing him. Not after he told Chica about the last time they saw each other. Not after he showed Chica how much of a monster she actually was.

Still are.

“No, I just needed somewhere to sleep. I’ll be going.” She blankly said, picking up her helmet and bag, making a beeline for the exit.

He only centered himself in the doorway to prevent that, making her look up into their eyes. She didn’t want to look him in the eyes, knowing how pissed they would be. But, when she looked into them, they were filled with such a deep concern that she always knew from her best friend.

“Not happening,” he grumbled. “You made me worried after Freddy called me saying you ran away. I was busy taking care of Gregory while Freddy was supposed to be having a good time with his friends. Do you even know how stressed we all were for you?! You’re injured dammit and decide that going for a ride because yer too worked up to fucking talk to anyone!”

It hurt how right they were. It hurt that she knew she overreacted with Chica yesterday. Her body ached from all the over use and even though the bruises to her ribs were starting to fade she felt herself being suffocated by something else.

You already fucked up with them all. Might as well leave. Foxy is back anyways, he’s the best. You never were.

“I don’t need this right now,” she growled, pushing past him.

“Oh no you don’t,” Monty held tightly to her shoulder, not enough to hurt but enough to make her look at them. She locked eyes with him and saw layers of hurt. “I’m your friend,” he whispered, heartbroken, “we promised to stick to one another’s side through everything, so talk to me.”

The words made something boil inside of her. Something that saw all the care Monty put into bettering himself while she was stuck on a constant rollercoaster of ups and downs. She couldn’t keep putting them through her bullshit. She knew that they were right, but I don’t deserve his kindness. They should have left me behind when he had the chance.

So she looked away from him, mustering one of her annoyed smirks that she reserved for particularly annoying fans or racers. “Well, I already started to leave your side, remember?”

He was confused, “Huh?”

Her smirk grew larger, just like the cracks in her heart. “Yeah! I mean my music career is already taking off while you’re still stuck plucking the strings on your bass for fun. Man, I know I used to joke about you being stupid but I didn’t think you were that low in IQ.” 

“Rox, I know this is just the shitty part of your brain lashin out, I know you don’t mean it,” their voice wavered, “right?”

She barked out a sharp, mocking laugh. “ You don’t mean it right?” she mocked. “Of course I mean it! I’m a racing champion, two years in a row and you stick to only mini golf when you’ve had the opportunity to go pro as well. But, you didn’t want to. You said you were meant more for a stage than on the green, but which of us got noticed first? Which one of us already has adoring fans waiting for the next album to drop? You’re just a talentless loser that I should have dropped ages ago.”

The silence grew thick. No. No. No no no no no no no. I don’t mean it Monty. I’m sorry. I don’t mean it. You’re my best friend and nothing I’m saying is true. She wanted to sob as nausea overcame her.

Monty looked shocked and tried to study her eyes, before she broke eye contact. But she already knew that he saw enough regret in her eyes. “I know you don’t mean any of that. If you did, then you should just leave. But I know you don’t Roxanne. So please talk to me like an adult…”

She said nothing as she walked out the door, each swing of her legs feeling like they were filled with sand. Each stride loaded and feeling like she would sink through the ground with the amount of gravity weighing her down. She could feel tears blur her vision as she heard the click of the door behind her. She stood in the hallway, remorse making her refuse to move until she heard a crash followed with loud curse words coming from a voice filled with strain. She didn’t even need to look at him to know they had angry tears running down his face.

Good, you never deserved someone that loyal anyways. No, I didn’t…

And she left. Completely alone and hurting.

~~~~~~~~~

She found herself zooming on a dirt track a few hours later. It was inevitable that she would come here after all. It was always where she went when her guilt and self-loathing was at its highest. On this dirt track it was where it was most justified.

She decided to race herself, trying for her best time. It was the only thing she still had left. But her times weren’t good enough. They would never be good enough.

She revved her bike and pulled out her phone, which had many notifications that she ignored, and opened her stopwatch app. She started the timer and counted to five before she would zoom around the track for three laps. Vroom. Zoom. Then she would pull the brakes to a halting screech as she passed over the line. She would pause her phone and look at her time.

Not good enough.

And repeat. Vroom. Zoom. Screech.

Not good enough.

And again. Vrooom. Zooom. Screeech.

Still not good enough.

And another. Vrooooom. Zooooom. Screeeeech.

Not fucking good enough.

And once more. Vrooooooom. Zooooooom. Screeeeeeech.

“ It’s never good enough!” She screamed into the air.

She sat on her bike for a moment, gulping down the air and the motor hummed beneath her. She placed the motorcycle into neutral and sat on it for a moment, trying to overcome the crushing feeling in her chest. Her whole body screamed at her. She shut off the vehicle and moved off of it, staring in the distance at nothing in particular. Suddenly, she ripped the helmet off of her head and tossed it to the side before crumbling to her knees, wracked with sobs.

I’m not good enough. I wasn’t good enough like Foxy. I’m not good enough to be Monty’s best friend. And I will never be good enough for Chica.

She had never messed up this badly before. The only thing that could ever be comparable to this would be when she beat all the living hell out of her own brother on this very track. It was dirt, just like she was. She was so scared of all the love coming to her, all the concern. She always had some form of it from Monty and she of course had pride in what she was able to do, but love from others was hard. Chica gave her so much of it and she was scared of it. She continued to sob until it tired her out enough to lay on the hard pack dirt, drifting to sleep.

/\/\/\ /\/\/\ /\/\/\

It was a sunny day and 17 year old Roxy was goofing off on the track, popping wheelies and flexing to her crowd at the side of the track. She smirked under the helmet everytime she made Toy giggle with her flexing. Nightmare and Wither would whoop everytime she completed a lap and Dreadbear was chanting “Twisted” whenever she passed. Monty was a little further away from them, sitting on the hood of his car as they watched her practice. He smirked at her with his eyes hidden behind his shades and texting on their phone every few minutes, likely texting their partner. She rolled her eyes, he was so deeply infatuated with their datemate, it almost made her gag. Sure, she wanted a relationship with someone but she only deserved the best since she was the best. And besides, her hookups with Toy were good enough for her. No use messing up a friend that sees the best of her and adding deeper feelings to that.

She went back to focusing on racing on the track. She was training for when the next season came, which would be in a month's time. She needed to become the best racer out there especially since so many people compared her to Foxy.

She was tired of it. Nearly five years of being compared to him pissed her off. Every teacher that he had, she had as well. They asked about him, how he was doing, what he was accomplishing. They always told her their expectations for her because of how much they enjoyed having him in their classes. Her music teachers always spoke so highly of his musical talents. Coaches spoke about how good of a track runner he was. And they always got disappointed when they saw she was nothing like him. No one wanted her. No one except her bandmates, the Jumpscares, and Monty. 

It was tiring hearing that she was the second choice when it came to the two of them. And the fact that he hasn’t really cared to acknowledge her for the past 6 or 7 years didn’t help. She honestly lost track of the last time she felt close to her brother, but she didn’t need him. She was the Lone Wolf. And she was better anyways.

So it was a bit of a surprise to her to see him walking up to her on the dirt track that day. 

He had parked his car a little farther from where the others were, likely avoiding them since she and her friends were known to dislike him and his band. He walked up to the edge of the track and watched her from afar. It unnerved her. So she rode up to where he was.

She parked the bike and got off of it, being sure to take her helmet off. He only waited and watched.

“What are you doing here?” She sneered. He remained stoic before taking a breath and taking one step closer to her. She stepped back in return, making him frown.

“Wanted to come see you. I can’t watch my sister practice for her racing career?” He asked, unenthused.

“No,” she said flatly. “You never showed much interest in me before so why now.”

“Oh come on Anna, I–”

“You don’t get to call me that. Only Felix gets to call me that,” she growled. “No Roxanna for you, you can call me Roxanne like everyone else.”

His eyebrows pinched together. “I’m still Felix you know.”

She let out a single sharp laugh. “No, you aren’t. You’re Foxy. The star, the heartthrob, the clever one. The one that never cared to show up to any events for me like a brother should and never even acknowledged me. Felix on the other hand did care about me. He was trying to guide me and loved me. He was my hero, my role model, not you.” She glared at him.

Foxy was stunned. “I’m still the same person.” He shook his head. “Look, I came here to tell you something.”

She leaned back on the motorcycle, crossing her arms and gave him a sharp nod to continue.

He firms his jaw and pushes back some of his long hair. He then reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out an envelope. Roxanne quirked an eyebrow at it.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“It’s for you,” he says, holding it out to her.

“That’s not an answer. Let me try again. ¿Que es?”

“It’s money, for you.”

“Why?”

“Well, I know that you’ve been saving money. It can be like a graduation gift.”

“But my graduation is months from now.”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “about that, I’m giving it to you now since I won’t be here for your graduation.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why not? Got a tour coming up? Or maybe you just finally found a good enough excuse for Papa to not go since you obviously can’t stand me.”

His eyebrow twitched at what she said before a slight guilt came to his eyes. “Neither actually.” He then paused in thought. “Actually maybe, but not tour with the band, I quit it.”

Now that caught her by surprise. For as much as she didn’t like Foxy she still respected him for the passion he put into playing the drums. It was the only part of him that she still genuinely admired about him. And to hear that he’s quitting threw her for a loop.

“How come?”

He shifted on his feet. “I enlisted for the Navy. And I leave soon for basic training.”

“ Mande ?”

“Yeah,” he huffed out. “I’d been talking to dad about it for months and finally decided to go through with it.”

“But your band?”

“They’ll get on fine without me.” He looked down at the envelope. “And while talking to dad, he said I should make it up to you since I’ll miss you turning 18 and your graduation, so I thought this would work. And it’s kinda an apology for ignoring you for years…” He said the last part softly.

It upset her. He was leaving and thought that this was an apology. He didn’t even say sorry. He didn’t even seem sorry about it, doing it for the sake of their father rather than himself. 

“You think that’s an apology?” She snarked.

“Yeah,” he said, annoyed that she wasn’t getting the point.

She laughed dryly. “How? By trying to buy back my affection?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “It’s a gift. Un regalo. I’m using this to make a step in the right direction between us. And you can use it for whatever you want.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Besides, I figured ya could’ve used it for your bottom surgery or something. It’s a pretty good amount of money I got with the band.” He muttered.

But to Roxy, it felt like an insult. He may not realize it but he really was trying to buy back her love by using this as the first step to repair their relationship.

“Are you serious?”

He paused in his ramblings, confused by her town. “I would’ve thought that you would be more excited but yes, I’m completely serious.”

She walked close to him, pushing the envelope out of the way. “Maybe if you have actually talked to me before you would know what I would actually like. I suggest you leave.” She turned on her heel to head back to her bike before anger could completely take her.

“Oh my god, quit being childish. Just accept the money. I’m trying to make up to you before I leave,” he complained.

“When do you leave?” She chose to switch the topic. Maybe if he was actually genuine about wanting to have a positive relationship with her, she could spend time with him before even accepting his ‘gift’.

“Uhhh,” she turned to look at him due to the hesitance. “Tomorrow?”

“What?” She said sharply. “You really think you can come up to me, the day before you leave, and expect me to accept a gift as an apology? With no effort put towards it? Did you even want to rebuild a relationship with me?”

“Of course I do, this is just the start to make up for everything!”

“Do you even know what ‘everything' was?” Roxy growled.

“It's me ignoring you, right? The fact that I never showed up to much of your stuff or keep you out of all the fights you got into.” He said.

She laughed angrily. “Of course, but it's not just you, it was everyone comparing me to you! How they all said I should’ve been smarter like you or faster, like you. How much of a downgrade I was compared to you! ‘Foxy never got in trouble like this Mr. Wolf.’ ‘Sorry Roxanne, I thought you would’ve been more like your brother, he always did this stuff super easy.’ The way they said my music playing wasn’t as good as yours. The way they demeaned me every step of my life because of you!”

“Well, sorry, for actually being a well behaved kid. Maybe if you were, more people would’ve liked and respected you. You shouldn’t have been such a troublemaker. Now can you please take the envelope so I can go say bye to other people.”

She was enraged. “You would like that, wouldn’t you! Clear your conscience, right? You’re just a rich boy who forgot about his family and now wants forgiveness! What. A. Joke.”

“I never forgot my family! It’s not my fault you weren’t good enough for everyone else!” Foxy snarled.

“Take that back,” Roxy said darkly, glared locked on him. She started stepping closer to him, fists curled. She got into his personal space before whispering, “go on, last chance. Take. It. Back.”

He glared at her. “It’s not my fault that you weren’t good enough for everyone else.”

Roxanne was in shock but it lasted only for a second before an overwhelming rage consumed her. “I warned you,” she roared through a dark chuckle before pulling her fist back and delivering a right hook to Foxy’s jaw.

He was sent stumbling back, a hand up to his left cheek. His eyes locked with Roxy’s and she could see his surprise at how strong the punch was. “ You bitch.” He stood up and tucked the envelope away. His eyes were alight with fury as he brought his arms up to a fighting stance.

Roxy watched the whole thing, her own body thrumming with adrenaline. She barked out a demeaning laugh. “You don’t want to do that. No me chingas!”

“I’m going to the navy, I think I can hold in a fight.”

“And I’ve been fighting for years, you won’t win this Foxy.” She sneered, before chuckling. “Or maybe I should let you fight so you get a taste of my life, a taste of losing.”

Foxy licked his lips and rolled his neck, both arms pulled in a classic boxing guard. Roxy laughed again.

“You know what, I’ll make this an even match,” she said, taking off her armored jacket and tossing it towards him. “Go on, put it on. It’ll give you protection, you’ll need it. Still won’t help you win since a wolf is much stronger than a fox but at least you won’t be embarrassed while sayin bye to other people.”

Foxy said nothing and instead lunged at her. She dodged it easily and threw her own punch back in return.

They continued to fight viciously. Trading blows. But it was obvious who had the upperhand in the fight. For each blow Foxy landed, Roxanne landed three. Foxy was quick, but none of his hits were heavy. If Roxy wasn’t focused on beating him down, she would’ve laughed.

“People like you better than me!” She laughed anyways. “You’re weak! I’ve been taking hits like these for years!”

Foxy spit out some blood, taking a few steps back. “That’s not something to be proud of,” he mumbled.

She threw a punch. “Maybe if you,” another one, “were there,” and a third, “you could’ve stopped them.”

“I’m not your keeper, should just make a name for yourself,” he said, dodging a jab. 

She received a blow to her abdomen. “Easy for you to say!”

The fight started to become more aggressive and Roxanne could feel the eyes of an audience on them. She could almost make out Toy and Withered’s voices over the roaring in her ears.

She started to soon see blood litter the dirt around them and bruises were covering her body. She was surprised how well he was holding, but he was obviously getting weaker. His hits weren’t as strong and hers were only growing in fury. Years of pain and neglect fueling each punch.

He soon started panting. He tripped over his own feet while trying to put distance between them. It made her laugh to see him so imperfect.

If only everyone could see him now.

But as she moved close to him, she didn’t notice his hands picking up dirt. Once she was close enough, he threw it directly at her eyes, blinding her.

“ Puta madre! My eyes! You fucking coward!” She screamed. Her eyes burned from the dirt and she could hear Foxy scramble. She tried lunging for where she last heard him only to land on the hard ground.

She suddenly got kicked in her side. At least he finally realized his legs are stronger. But it also made her so much more furious. Tears started to stream down her face as she made another leap at Foxy. She caught a piece of fabric but it wasn’t enough to stop him from moving out of Roxy’s range.

“I offered you the armored jacket for a reason,” she growled, “but instead you pull some bullshit like this.” The sand burned every time she blinked and all the tears building up because of it embarrassed her.

“Well you seem to be losing now despite all the gloating of being the best fighter,” he finally responded. “Didn’t you used to fight all the time? I’m sure others pulled tricks like this.”

She followed the sound of his voice, waiting for the moment to pounce. “Of course, I just thought a golden boy like you wouldn’t do that. Those people were assholes who picked fights they couldn’t win just because they thought they were stronger than me. You’re just the same as one of them, I guess.”

“It’s not my fault that they wanted to fight you though!” He said while delivering a quick kick to one of her legs. It was definitely going to leave a bruise.

“Oh wasn’t it. Because I was apparently copying you. They were doing you a favor, is what they said. That I was trying to be a girl to escape being exactly like you.” Her tears were no longer just from the sand now. “That I was only good for my strength which was the only thing you didn’t have abundance of. That I was second rate good for nothing that not even my own brother liked.”

“What?” He sounded heartbroken. But it had to be a trick to get her to lower her guard. She wouldn’t let that happen. And her eyes had cleared enough to let her see him standing, or standing the best he could with injuries hindering his stance.

So she went and tackled him.

“Don’t play that tone with me,” she hissed down at him. Her legs were to the sides of him as she held him up by the collar. “You never gave a shit so don’t pretend you do now.”

Before he could speak, she reeled the arm not holding him back and let it fly forward, hitting him in the face. It was the first face shot she got since the first. 

She pulled back her arm again. “You come here!” She released and made contact. “Where I feel respected and valued!” She cocked her arm again. “And insult me!” She released the hit, hearing a small tear in the fabric of his collar. “By trying to buy back my love!” She pulls back again. “By offering to pay for my surgery!” The hit lands and more fabric tears. She readjusts her grip, grabbing more of the shirt. “Which would prove them right!” He was pulled up off the ground now from the fury of her grip. “Well I don’t need your help!” She hits a sharp undercut to his abdomen. “I never needed." Pow.  "Your." Pow.  "HELP!” A final punch to his abdomen. He lets out a groan. “I HATE YOU!”

She reeled back for another punch only to feel her collar get pulled.

“Get off of him!”

She was tossed off of him, landing on her side. She could feel dirt enter some open wounds that had gone unnoticed till then. She sat up and looked at the figure that threw her off of him.

There Bronson “Bonnie” Springer stood, his posture rigid, glaring down at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?! That’s your own brother!” He screamed at her.

She didn’t say anything, only glared at him. She followed his arm gesturing down at Foxy. And he was staring straight at her. He looked at her like he was more than just physically hurt. Like all her shouting finally got to him. It was like Felix was the one staring at her. Worried about her rather than himself. She felt her own fury at him simmer down but still burn.

“He shouldn’t have come here,” she mumbled to Bonnie, looking away from Foxy. But she still felt him stare at her. His eyes burning her.

“He came to fucking apologize!” Bonnie screamed at her as he went to pick his friend up. “But you didn’t even deserve it.” He seethed. 

She growled at what he said. He’s right, I’m terrible. I’m just some loser who only knows how to fight. She stood up and dusted herself off and grabbed her jacket from the ground. She needed to leave. Now.

She started to walk towards her bike and ignored all the words Bonnie shouted at her. She knew that if given the opportunity, he would fight her but his main focus at the moment was helping his friend. And speaking of friends, she saw hers. Monty was already walking towards her and looked at her sadly.

“Hey,” He started. “Do you ne–”

“Go help Bonnie take care of Foxy,” she interrupted.

They were shocked by her words. “What about you?”

“I need to be by myself right now. Now go help them, they don't have experience patching up a face and it will keep you in Springer’s good graces.” She started marching back to her ride where her other friends were gathered.

They cheered for her when she was close enough. She ignored them, trying her best to get on her motorcycle.

“Oh come on,” she finally heard Whithered say. “Look I get that you’re a little pissed that my cousin didn’t let you end the fight on your terms but that doesn’t mean you should ignore us.”

“Yeah,” Toy added. “I think we should celebrate another win.”

Roxy ignored the allure. “Can you guys leave me the fuck alone?”

“But Twisted, you finally kicked your brother’s ass, we have to celebrate,” Nightmare tried reasoning.

“I said leave me the fuck alone.” Her voice dripped venom.

They moved out of the way of the motorcycle. She got on and moved hair out of her face before grabbing her helmet. Her body was already starting to ache and she felt dried blood on her upper lip. Her head throbbed but none of that was why she felt the urge to cry. She just didn’t want to admit the cause. As soon as the helmet was on, she rode to her house and barricaded herself in her room.

She cried herself to sleep after cleaning her wounds. The guilt and weight of what she had done ate at her. She eventually heard her father and brother return home, but they didn’t bother her. Eventually came the next day when he would leave. She opted to not go. Losing herself to her anger, anger that was directed at herself.

Her father couldn’t look her in the eye until a month later. And when he did, she saw all the disappointment he had in her. And it broke her. Seeing her brother become so broken from her own hands was like a knife. But the look from her dad was that knife being twisted. It at least confirmed one thing for her.

She was a monster.

/\/\/\ /\/\/\ /\/\/\

She woke up from the memory and was now staring at the night sky, constellations shining. It reminded her of the time she and Chica had sat on the curb, watching the stars and eating pizza, getting to know one another. Her eyes started to mist at the memory, but no tears streamed down, most of them already dry on her cheeks. She then felt the pain of her throat from her sobs before she had laid down on the track.

Roxanne was furious. Monty had a point about her going to therapy, hopping on her ride wasn’t cutting it anymore. But, this track. The track where she made the biggest mistake of her life was the perfect metaphor for herself. Beat up, ugly, rough, coarse. Not good enough.

Maybe Whitley was right, she would never change. Maybe she could have avoided her largest regret that way. Maybe she should have accepted Foxy’s money at that moment, accepted that as how he showed his care. Maybe she would’ve been friends with The Jumpscares still. Or, maybe in a more hopeful future, she would’ve befriended Bonnie that day instead of making him despise her. Maybe she would’ve met and befriended Freddie. Maybe she would have met Chica sooner as a more worthy version of herself. But her stupid pride kept her from grabbing that envelope. What was there to be proud of anyways.

She just laid there, staring up at the stars. She wished everything had gone differently. She wished she wasn’t scared of love. She wasn’t used to it.

Chica was different and Roxy knew that from the bottom of her heart. But she was still scared Chica would leave. Her old girlfriends that she had before giving up the thought of a serious relationship had broken her heart so badly. She gave her all for them, fought people for them, did her best to impress them. She even wrote a song for her last one. She had been truly in love only to find out that her ex didn’t care about her and was trying to use her to get closer to her brother. She had seemed like she listened to Roxy talk but none of it mattered, none of the pain Roxy had shared with her had mattered. When Roxy asked why she didn’t want to be with her anymore she had said, “well, you’re obviously not good enough for me. You’re just some loser stuck in her brother's shadow.”

And that’s how it was after that. Only flings and casual hookups, like the one with Catrina. At least until she pushed for more, especially after the incident with Foxy. She had claimed that it was “really hot how you put that asshole in his place” when Roxy was being overwhelmed by the guilt of her actions. It wasn’t soon after that when Roxy left their band and focused on working at the shop and racing. And she was fine with that for years. Her heart only felt full doing those things and playing her piano. But Chica had to walk into her life.

She wished she had been smarter about getting with her but fear had taken her from the start.

While lost in her thoughts she didn’t fully notice the headlights that shined behind her. She heard gravel crunch under the tires of the vehicle. She figured it was a couple coming out to either stargaze or makeout in their car. The headlights shined over her but she didn’t care enough to move yet, her whole body was exhausted and the thought of effort was too much. Besides, where else was there for her to go. Foxy was at her dad’s, Monty was mad at her, Chica was at her place. She could try Freddy’s but he would call all the others and she didn’t want that. Or maybe go to Happy’s but she also was friends with Chica and would not hesitate to text her. Roxanne just released a heavy sigh. She’ll just stay here for now.

Roxy soon heard a car door open and close, the engine still running. Weird. Then she heard the crunch of sand under shoes grow closer and closer to her. It meant either someone she knew found her or she was in serious trouble. She didn’t know which she preferred. At least if it were the second, she could still put up a good fight despite her banged up state.

The footsteps finally stopped.

"Knew you'd be out here."

Roxanne snapped back into reality. Her balled fists unclenching at the voice. She was surprised to hear his voice. She had no clue how to respond to him being the one to find her. Hell, she didn’t even know he was looking for her like the others.

"What? The place where I beat the absolute shit out of you?" She asked, defaulting to teasing since she was so caught off guard.

"If I recall, I wasn't holding any punches back either." Foxy chuckled under his breath. That’s good, I think.

"Yeah, you gave me a minor concussion." She joked, continuing with the teasing route since it was strangely working.

"You knocked out one of my fucking teeth!" He hissed without any heat.

Oh yeah, forgot about that. "Yeah but a replacement golden tooth is better than brain damage." Her dad told her once how she broke half his tooth and the other half broke while he was away and needed a replacement. She was smug about it when she heard but grew to regret it.

"Pretty sure you gave me some of that too. But well at least the gold in my mouth matches your eyes."

Roxanne feels the ghost of a smile on her face. "What are you doing out here?"

"Obviously looking for my runaway sister. You're 23, can't be pulling this shit, hermanita . People get worried about you. I get worried. She especially gets worried."

"Yeah well, I'm pretty sure I fucked that up." She didn’t know why she was talking to him so easily. Part of her still resented him but she was too tired to hold up the anger that burned for him. And besides, she should apologize for that day. The guilt far outweighing the anger.

"I wouldn't count on that. Mind if I sit?" She let out a hum, still staring at the sky. He sat down next to her. They then sat in silence, Roxanne lying flat on her back, Foxy with his legs out in front of them. The only light shining on them was a waxing crescent moon.

“I’m sorry,” Roxanne whispered into the night, barely loud enough for him to catch.

“I know you are,” he replied. “I’m sorry too. For ignoring you for years.”

Silence engulfed them again. Both of them were waiting for the other shoe to drop but were unsure who would be the one to do it. Roxy worked up the courage. If she wants to change, she needs to start communicating and what better time than the present.

"Why?" Roxy didn't need to specify, her brother knew what exactly she was asking about.

He sighed, looking over the dirt track they both sat at. "I'll be honest, I don't really know." That had Roxy look at him now, her whole face sagging. "Maybe," he continued, "it was the fact that you and dad were so close. Mom had passed away the year before and I barely got over it and you two were as close as possible. Maybe I figured you didn't need me. Maybe I was jealous and scared of being left behind, so I removed myself from the equation first. Put myself into other things. Distractions. Was great at them. Maybe too great."

She smiled sadly, "Yeah, well, at least that’s definitely something we have in common.” She pulled herself up to a sitting position, knees pulled closer to her. “And I did need my older brother. I needed the one that said he had my back, but he never showed up. And as much as I love dad, as close as we are, we both need to be honest, he's got a timer." That made Foxy frown. "It was supposed to be you and me, taking life on together. And when mom died, it hurt us all and we wanted to comfort you, but you didn't want it. Dad said to give you time but my brother Felix never returned. He instead became the amazing and beloved Foxy to everyone else, someone Roxy could never be..."

Foxy looked at her sadly, "I didn't know that you still looked up to me and wanted to mimic my movements and choices so I didn't know other people were comparing us. If I knew, I would've told them to shut the fuck up. None of them had a right to judge you and compare you to me." He smiles at her, extreme fondness in his eyes. "I always thought you were perfect. I was just too far deep in my isolation from you and too far proud to tell you myself back then."

She looked back at him, eyes fogged up, tears threatening  to spill over, "Do you-do you mean that?" she asked, fear flooding her voice.

He reached out and pulled her into a hug. He whispered, "of course. Siempre has sido mi favorita ." She sucked in a breath at the softness in his voice. "You're allowed to cry, I promise to be here for you now and that begins right here."

She returned the hug and clutched as hard as she could, sobbing into his chest. She felt tears drop on the top of her head and his arms tighten with each wail.

Eventually the tears from both of them dried out but they still embraced each other loosely now.

“I know that this doesn’t mean I’ve earned your trust yet. I did break it after all, but I hope this is a start,” Foxy said.

She gave him a half-smile. He was right, it would take them time to get to know one another again and become close, but it was at least a start. “Yeah, it's a start. And maybe you’ll see I’m more than just a troublemaker now.”

“Chica wouldn’t have wanted to date you if you were, her judge of character is insanely good,” he chuckled.

She didn’t say anything, only badgered down again at her actions with Chica. Another mistake that she would need to make up for if she wanted to keep Chica in her life. She needed to stay in Chica’s life.

"You wanna know why I went by Foxy?" he says breaking the awkward silence between them, realizing the tension he caused.

"Cause you're a dickhead?" she said in a teasing voice, deciding to accept the topic change.

He smiled and felt his cheeks heat up slightly, "In hindsight it probably was a bit of a dickhead move making them so close sounding but it was actually cause I always wished we had like matchy names. You already knew you wanted to go by Roxanne so young and I thought, 'Foxy rhymes with Roxy, I think I'll go by that.' Even though I do love using the name Felix."

"Oh god, yeah I definitely think I'm the creative one in this family," she cringed and laughed at his reasoning. And she thought he was the clever one.

"You probably are," he joins in her laughter.

"We should probably get going.” Roxy said. She picked herself up off the ground and Foxy followed suit.

“Yeah, Dad’ll be happy to have us both back in the house, even if it’s just so you can get your mind in order. I’ll even–”

A door opening stopped Foxy from finishing his sentence. Roxy was shocked to say the least.

“I thought you drove yourself here.” She said, waiting for the figure to join them. Foxy only wordlessly held up his missing hand in explanation.

“You really think I’d let him look for you by himself with your track record,” a snarky voice told her. “Besides, even with two hands he’s still an awful driver.”

Bonnie finally made his way over to them. “Yeah, yeah,” Foxy complained.

“Surprised to see you here, Bonnie,” Roxy said. And she genuinely was. They were getting along but she hurt Chica and Bonnie made it clear that that was something even more unforgivable than beating up Foxy.

“Yeah, I am too,” Bonnie groaned, throwing in an eye roll. But his body language changed. “Glad you’re safe though Roxanne. But you hurt Chica because you don’t have a damn grip on your emotions. You didn’t even give her a chance to speak and broke her heart,” he stated, far calmer than Roxy expected.

“I know,” she admitted. “I need to change. Not just for her, but for myself. So could we maybe hold off on having me speak to her yet?”

Bonnie crossed his arms and gave her a hard look. Foxy then decided to join the conversation again. “Well before someone interrupted I was gonna say that while you stay at dad’s, we can look for a therapist together.”

“That would be smart,” Bonnie nodded along. “I know a pretty good one I can recommend to you. I used to be kinda like you in not letting other people get their word in,” his eyes shone with a long forgotten regret, “but, you’re proving that you’re changing so I’ll give you a chance.”

She smiled and held out a hand for him to shake. He kindly took it and they gave a firm shake before letting go.

“Alrighty, it's late,” Foxy said, accentuating it with a yawn. “Let’s all get home yeah,” Roxanne’s stomach then let out a huge growl. It made them all chuckle. “And get some food in ye.”

“Yeah,” Roxy sighed out.

She walked over to her bike and put her gear on. She knew that she probably shouldn’t ride still with her healing body but she would not like to keep it here overnight. She soon started it up and reached back to make sure Chica was properly on before remembering she wasn’t there. She let out a sigh and started the vehicle. 

I promise Chica. I will get better then we can properly be together. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you and the promise I broke. She told herself like a prayer. She then rolled up next to Bonnie’s car on the passenger’s side. Foxy lowered the window as she got close.

"I hope you know that this won't change that I'm still gonna be better than you."

"I don't expect anything less," Foxy says fondly through the open window. She smiles and puts her helmet on. Both vehicles take off and make their way to the Wolf household. And for the first time in years, all seats at the dining table were filled with conversation being shared.

Chapter Text

The apartment was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that was deafening from the silence. That kind that ripped you up inside.

Chica hated it.

She was colorful and loud. She found comfort in those things. That's how it felt being with Roxanne. Everything before meeting her was fun and noisy but it all felt muffled. It all felt dull. The vibrancy and liveliness wasn’t there before one Roxanne Wolf. Roxy was a whirlwind of energy, of sound. And now she wasn’t here.

Roxy hadn’t come home in nearly four days and it was tearing Chica apart. She still didn’t even know what she did. She had hoped that Roxy’s speech was actually a big bluff, despite the seriousness behind the words when they were first uttered. She wanted Roxy back.

She missed hearing her gentle snores in her ears as they laid in bed. She missed the soft, snide comments she would make under her breath while they watched a show or movie together. She missed the energy from Roxy before her racing accident. How it seemed muted to most people but was a thrumming current of electricity under her nonchalant exterior.

But she had been missing that Roxy for a while anyways. Since the racing accident Roxanne had been more reclusive. Her confidence and enthusiasm had dulled already and Chica had hoped that her being around to care for her would be enough to at least bring some light back to Roxy. Apparently, it had the opposite effect.

Chica could feel the tears making small trails on her face again. She didn’t even know how many times she had cried over the past four days. Regrets pooled deep in her heart. She just wanted Roxanne to come home and make everything lively again.

At least her finals allowed for her to distract her mind so she wouldn’t focus on her overwhelming sadness. The already heavy amount of studying she did the previous week had only doubled over the weekend after Roxy left.

A burning clawed at her throat the whole time. A hunger for smoke in her lungs. A stress reliever to all the strain.

She had already completed one day of testing, getting two classes done and over with. Now it was time for her to head to her next one. This degree was all she had left to strive for now. A small part of her felt betrayed by Roxy if she was being honest. Roxy had promised to get her to feel the heat of the spotlight on stage again, and she ran from her. She left her. And she truly didn’t know why.

But despite that doubt, despite that hurt, she was waiting for Roxy. Chica figured she needed space. She had looked so sad and hurt from her own words, so Chica gave her the benefit of the doubt and stayed at the apartment awaiting her return. It didn’t stop her from messaging and calling Roxanne though. Maybe, just maybe, she will get a response in return.

Roxstar of my heart <3

Monday, 8:26am

good morning roxanne

i hope you are eating and staying safe

my first round of finals are starting today

Monday, 2:53pm

finished my finals for the day

take good care of your injuries pls

Monday, 9:58pm

i miss you

Tuesday, 8:20am

good morning

got another test today

its been quiet w out you

She sighed and shut off her phone. She needed to get to her campus. The final wasn’t for another three hours but she promised Ballora and Baby that they could meet for one final review before it.

~~~~~~~~~

 She shut the door to her car after parking it. She went to her backseat and pulled out the two bags of convenience store junk food and food that was packed in a takeaway box. Cooking was too much of a hassle.

Her test was difficult and she was thankful for the study session before the test. She expected as much. What truly drained her was her conversation after the test. Baby and Ballora had invited her to eat a late lunch with them and she had agreed. Her mind was frazzled from the questions and it was enough to actually keep her mind off a certain latina. But the thing that brought it all back to the forefront was a teasing comment from Baby. It was a simple joke about how much time Chica was spending at Roxy’s after her racing incident. Baby had already known that Roxy was fine, thanks to a text message from Chica earlier in the week, but knew nothing about the newest development of their relationship.

Chica knew that Baby couldn’t have known what had happened, especially since Chica was pushing it out of her mind as best as she could. But she teared up. And thanks to some of Ballora’s gentle coaxing, spilled her guts to her two friends. She spoke about how bad she felt, about how it was her fault for suffocating Roxy, her fault for not encouraging clearer communication with Roxanne. Ballora did her best to comfort but Baby, ever the defensive one for her friends, had started blaming Roxy. It only made Chica feel worse since she didn’t like hearing all the negativity being forced on Roxy. She knew that Roxy was partially to blame and was too reactive, but she couldn’t bring herself to blame Roxy. People had left her many times before, didn’t believe in her before, and Roxy seemed to follow the trend, so it had to be something wrong with her, right?

Ballora had gotten on Baby’s case for her rant against Roxy, but still tried to comfort Chica. She ended up getting the restaurant to pack up Chica’s food since Chica told her that she didn’t feel like being out anymore. Her friends had hesitantly let her leave, but not before offering to make up for the lunch on a later date and open ears to listen to her woes.

Chica was thankful, she really was, but it was too much for her. She would call Ballora and Baby later, but she just wanted to be alone. But Roxy’s place had felt so much like her home, even with the actual owner missing, that she had subconsciously taken the route there after stocking up on snacks.

So now here she was, walking into the lobby of Roxy’s apartment building, making a beeline to the elevators. She stepped in but something told her to head to the mailroom of the building, almost like something called to her.

She felt it was just the need for habit, for routine to calm the whirlwind of emotions flowing in her. She had been checking Roxy’s mailbox everyday just to make sure none of it would get backed up in the mailbox. She never opened them and only left them on a neat stack on a small part of the kitchen counter. She always looked at them, hoping one of them would be important enough to get Roxy to come back to the apartment sooner than her set date of one week later.

It didn’t. They were just some music magazines and the occasional coupon for some odd thing or another. Nothing like a package that would have warranted an email to Roxy’s phone for her to pick up. 

At least that was the standard up until today.

What she came to was a package placed under the row that held the mailbox for Roxy’s apartment. She went to the box and inserted the key, ignoring the package at first, believing it to be one of the other residents' packages. It took dropping the letter that she pulled from the box to finally get a look at the name on the package when she went to pick the letter up from the floor.

Roxanne Wolf.

It was clearly printed. And the logo of a familiar music store was printed on the sticker.

She grabbed the package as best as she could and hauled it with her to the elevator to take to Roxy’s apartment.

She placed her bags on the table as soon as the door shut behind her and gently placed the box on it as well. She looked the box up and down, remembering the day that her and Roxy went to the music store. The day that she finally let herself feel free to perform again, even if she only now felt the full embarrassment of the experience.

And a part of her told her to open up the package. Told her that it was hers. Told her that it had to be the custom guitar that Roxy purchased for her that day. 

But as she reached for the corner of it, she pulled her hand back. She couldn’t. She wasn’t even sure it was the guitar like she hoped it to be. Besides, she had hoped that she would be able to open that guitar with Roxanne standing next to her. With Roxanne practically bouncing on her feet, trying her best to contain her excitement for Chica. Chica could imagine it now.

Roxy would be playfully smug as Chica carefully opened the package. And would do her best to try and be cool for Chica, playing up a ‘aren’t I the coolest girlfriend’ angle while Chica giggled at her excited fidgeting. How Roxy would encourage Chica to immediately tune it and play her a quick song. Maybe even one of her songs from her Glamrock Animatronics days. Then she would cheer loudly once Chica finished strumming. Chica would call her a goof before giving her girlfriend a chaste kiss, which would annoy Roxy, spurring her on. They would chase one another around the apartment before finally settling down and kissing properly.

But that wouldn’t happen now. Why would it? She drove her away. 

No one ever stays. First Foxy, then Bonnie, then almost her dad. And now. Now it was Roxanne.

She couldn’t help the choked sobs escaping from her throat.

She didn’t know what happened but she tore into the food she got with Ballora and Baby. She ate it just to distract her mind from her hurt. She loved food. She loved to savor it. If her father was the one to teach her guitar and how to love it, then her mom was the one to teach her to love food. But she wasn’t meant to be gluttonous like she was right now. 

She enjoyed the food, savored it. But it wasn’t enough. Not enough to satiate the loneliness in her heart. The silence of the apartment bearing down on her is worse than ever.

She needed noise, music, something. Something to distract her. She opened up her phone and hit shuffle on one of her playlists, unable to see the one she chose through the haze of tears in her eyes.

Soft and sad melodies began to play from the device. She knew she made a mistake on the playlist selection, choosing her sad songs playlist that had all the melodies she wished to one day learn to play.

She didn’t change the music, instead reaching for her bags filled to the brim with junk food, tearing into them. She knew that she shouldn’t be indulging herself like this, but the food helped. Or at least she said it did.

So there she sat, next to a large box containing a gift bought by her beloved Roxy, who had walked out of her life, gorging herself on food to steer away the stress. She brought out all her goodies from the bag. Multiple types of chips, an assortment of cookies, enough candy to make a child happy on halloween. She then reached for her second bag, which contained more beverages than snacks. She pulled out some cheap cans of alcohol and a couple bottles of her favorite soda flavors. She reached further in the bag in order to pull out some of the ridiculously processed pastries that she bought to feel her fingers brush on the corner of a small box.

She froze, wrapping her fingers slowly around the box in her hand. Pulling it out slowly, disappointment etched deep in her mind seeing the brand logo of what was once her favorite cigarette brand. The fog in her eyes cleared up enough to stare down at the box for a long second.

And she gave in.

She tore the top of the plastic wrapper, just enough so she could easily open the box. She had forgotten to buy a lighter while she was at the store, so she hoped that there was a box of matches or a lighter somewhere in the apartment. If not, she decided to just hold the cigarette between her lips and feel the comfort of it lying there. She finally started to pull one out.

She was halfway through with pulling it out when she heard the handle of the front door be fumbled with.

Her head snapped towards the door, waiting with bated breath to see Roxy walk through. She was frozen like a deer in headlights as the door slowly pushed open. Waiting to apologize to her and show her how much Roxy meant to her.

To her disappointment however, the person to walk through the door was not the golden eyed latina but her Cajun mohawked best friend.

“Hey Chickadee,” his gravelly voice said sadly. “I’d say ‘m offended you look so disappointed ta see me but I understand. Ya weren’t who I was hoping to see right now either. I get the feeling we’re hoping for the same person.”

Chica was speechless. She felt that anything that came out of her mouth would sound far too sad and disappointed. She didn’t want to drive the large man away, hoping for some company in her misery. So she only nodded to his final statement.

They blew some air through their nose before moving closer to where she sat on the small dining table, a bag carried in his own hand, looking like it was filled with large bowls of tupperware. They shoved some of the snacks to the side to place it somewhere on the table without fully pushing the package on the table. He then plops himself on the seat next to her, studying her for a second with a tired half-smile. He then reached over the table, plucking the box of cigarettes that she didn’t realize were still in her hands.

“Didn’t take ya for the smoking type Chica,” they state calmly, inspecting the box. “Pretty good brand too.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” she finally was able to say, all of it coming out in a rush.

They quirked an eyebrow at her, the corner of his lip tilting up the slightest bit. “No need to worry bout me snitching. I prefer vapes and e-cigs myself but to each their own. Nah, I’m just taking these from you for now cause Rox don’t like any type of smoking in the apartment. Said it fucks with her sense of smell when the smoke lingers.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he says sadly. He sighs. “Look, I’m not here to be disappointed in you or anything. We all have our relapses, but yeah, I ain’t encouraging this either for the record. But I did bring a shit ton of gumbo and I know you’ll help me get through it. And maybe a small smoking break’ll be nice.”

She smiled at him sadly. “Thanks Gummy, but I just ate and I’m not gonna lie, you kinda saved me from a full spiral,” she chuckled nervously.

They nodded to that in understanding, firming his lip. “We can have it for dinner then. And yeah, I think its a bit of a good thing I found you instead of Roxy. Yer also my friend and my best friend hurt you bad. Not to mention hurting me as well.” He grumbled the last part lowly.

“What did she do to you?” Chica asked, wanting to know if that was why Monty wasn’t as energetic as they usually were.

“Be a bitch, say a few harsh things, insult our friendship. Ruin her own fucking life cause of her shitty pride,” They growled through grit teeth, before releasing a tired sigh. “Ignore all my calls and messages to her.”

“You too?” She couldn’t help the words pass through her lips.

He side eyed her. “Yeah. Me too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize for her,” they said, annoyed. “It’s her job to do that shit, she’s an adult and she needs to get her shit together before letting the best thing slip through her hands.”

She didn’t respond to what he said, only stared into his eyes. The music was the only thing keeping the silence from getting too loud again.

“What’s up with the package?” He said tapping the edge of the box away from them.

“I think it’s a custom guitar that Roxy bought for me a few weeks ago. I just don’t want to open it since I don’t know for sure,” Chica told them.

They nodded a couple times before tearing part of the packaging off. “Well, let's see if it is,” a devious smile fully took up his features.

“Monty, we can’t do that, that is technically tampering with her mail,” she chastised.

“Good, maybe opening her mail will be enough to piss her off to finally talk to my face.” He pulled off more wrapping, enough to show the pastel pink of the body of the guitar she ordered with Roxanne. “I know you wanna.”

She resisted only for a moment more, before giving in. It was a gift to her after all. She helped to pull off the rest of the packaging. She carefully removed the guitar holding it in her hands.

“Woah,” Monty said in awe, holding out his hands. “Can I hold it?”

She nods and hands the guitar to them. They weigh it in their hands for a moment before gently handing it back to her.

“It feels amazing. Heh, maybe this is my sign to treat myself to a new bass guitar. Think I can convince Fred to buy me one for an anniversary gift?” He smirks.

She rolls her eyes, back the guitar in her grasp. “Probably. I bet you could just mention looking for a new bass and he’ll get it for you the same day.”

“Yeah probably,” they said fondly. He then shifted in his seat leaning back. “Well you should tune that beauty and try her out.”

She knew that was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to play it so badly. The only thing was that the first person she hoped to hear the first strums would be her girlfriend that had bought the guitar for her in the first place. And she was about to place the guitar back into its original box, but something in the back of her mind told her not to. Something told her to tune it and play regardless. To allow herself to feel free in music. To channel her emotions through the melodies. And if she was being truthful, it sounded exactly like what Roxy would tell her.

“Alright,” she said. She immediately got to tuning, an easy task for her due to years of doing it. It was soon perfect. She played a few chords on it, making sure that the strings sounded perfect each time.

Monty smiled at her fondly. “Come on now, play me something. Rox said you are beyond skilled on a guitar with a ‘voice of an angel’, so serenade me and let's see if she was right,” they told her playfully.

She smiled and rolled her eyes, a small pang stabbing her in the chest at the mention of Roxy and her high praise. And while she wanted to play something fun, something bright, nothing would have felt right for the throbbing in her chest. But her sad playlist was still going, so she listened close.

A song had just ended and a new one began, a slow melody on guitar starting the song. She had been learning this song before, she enjoyed the haunting melody and the italian lyrics. And a song that perfectly matched her mood. But she focused on the guitar playing, doing her best to match with the notes playing over the small speaker. She mumbled the lyrics under her breath, not fully remembering them to sing along. 

She only strummed along until Monty began to coax her to raise her singing volume, encouraging her to sing. To feel the emotion of the song even if he didn’t understand the lyrics. So she did.

Che mi è rimasto un foglio in mano e mezza sigaretta

Restiamo un po' di tempo ancora, tanto non c'è fretta

Che c'ho una frase scritta in testa ma non l'ho mai detta

Perché la vita, senza te, non può essere perfetta

With each word, she resonated to the song more. She thought of her beloved Roxy and the mess of a relationship they currently were in. The words she didn’t say badgering her. Her regret at not just speaking to Roxy. To not getting her to communicate how she felt about the situation, only providing leniency which possibly fed into Roxy’s bottling up. But despite all these sadness and pain, she wanted to be with her.

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare

And these lyrics resonated with her. That was all she wanted. It was why she was still at Roxanne’s apartment, despite having her own. She didn’t think she could go back to the cold, harsh silence of her home. Not after being in Roxy’s and feeling so safe and happy.

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

And so she changed the name to fit what she felt.

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che ho paura di sparire

Because the truth was, she did feel alone again.

E il cielo piano piano qua diventa trasparente

Il sole illumina le debolezze della gente

And it was true, the sun still shined on her everyday since Roxy broke her heart. It didn’t care how sad Chica was, the skies wouldn’t darken and she was thankful for it in a way. She already felt so much darkness in her heart.

Una lacrima salata bagna la mia guancia mentre

Lei con la mano mi accarezza in viso dolcemente

And she felt the tear truly form, thinking about how Roxy held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Col sangue sulle mani scalerò tutte le vette

Voglio arrivare dove l'occhio umano si interrompe

And she was unsure if Roxy was that way with just anyone or if it were just her. She wondered if Roxanne’s softness was reserved for her.

Per imparare a perdonare tutte le mie colpe

Perché anche gli angeli, a volte, han paura della morte

And Roxy always called her an angel, her saving grace, her shining light. But could she really be that when so many left her even with all her shining kindness and positivity she knew she had. It was getting harder to feel full every time someone she loved left. And Roxanne was supposed to be different.

Che mi è rimasto un foglio in mano e mezza sigaretta

Corriamo via da chi c'ha troppa sete di vendetta

But it made her think, and while she didn’t look the smartest outwardly, she knew she had a brilliant mind. But what it opened her mind up.

Da questa Terra ferma perché ormai la sento stretta

Ieri ero quiete perché oggi sarò la tempesta

Did she fall in love too fast?

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

They had only met a few months ago. They had been friends, Roxy made it abundantly clear that was what she wanted at first. Did Chica rush this?

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che non voglio più aspettare

Did it scare Roxanne with the rate they were moving at?

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

Chica knew that this was Roxy’s first real relationship in a long time. So did she make it go at the rate that she wanted and didn’t consider how Roxy felt going so fast to her practically moving in a week or two after they barely kissed.

Quindi Roxanna torna a casa, che non voglio più

But she couldn’t help it. Yes at first, she was interested in Roxanne, more physically than emotionally. But something had changed, and it was the fact that Roxy showed her a respect and loyalty that Chica craved for so long. It was easy falling in love with Roxanne Wolf. And it helped that Roxy willingly showed her vulnerability. 

Prima di te ero solo un pazzo, ora lascia che ti racconti

And she felt anger burn at herself. 

Avevo una giacca sgualcita e portavo tagli sui polsi

She fell back into her bad habits so easily after Roxy left. She wasn’t this weak, she knew she wasn’t. But still, here she was binge eating food and on the verge of lighting a cigarette. 

Oggi mi sento benedetto e non trovo niente da aggiungere

And she knew it was because Roxanne always went out of her way to make sure Chica felt cared for, felt safe, felt respected. But Chica didn't seem to offer that in return.

Questa città si affaccerà quando ci vedrà giungere

She was better than this. Much better. And she would prove it. She was Chica!

Ero in bilico tra l'essere vittima, essere giudice

Yes, maybe she fucked up. Yes, Roxanne should have spoke to her but she wasn’t the safe haven she thought she was. She loved Roxanne Wolf, she had fallen for her charms, her beauty, her softness.

Era un brivido che porta la luce dentro le tenebre

She will fight for her relationship with Roxy. Show her that all the love and care she sent out is properly reciprocated. 

E ti libera da queste catene splendenti, lucide

That Chica needed Roxy. That she had never met someone like her and that she can’t let her leave that easy, not like all the other people in her life. She had fought to keep her dad and now she was going to fight to keep the love of her life.

Ed il dubbio o no, se fossero morti oppure rinascite

Because she had fallen in love, but she had rushed it. She was going to do it right now. She was terrified of falling in love, worried they would leave. But if she truly loved Roxanne, she would fight to show that love because she had found her light, her resonating melody, and she was not going to lose it.

Quindi Marlena torna a casa, che il freddo qua si fa sentire

She couldn’t continue singing, her emotions fully consuming her and she let the water fall from her face. The song continued to play but she didn’t have the power to finish playing.

“Woah, hey hey,” Monty comforted, gently rubbing small circles on her back. “Come on, let me place that somewhere safe,” they said, grabbing the guitar from her hands and placing it on the table.

“I’m sorry, I just–” she was cut off by the sobs coming from herself. “I just–I need a bit of time. I just, I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s alright, take yer time,” Monty then stood from his seat. “Come on, lets head to the balcony for fresh air. Wanna have that smoking break?”

She thought about it for a second, holding back some tears, before nodding. She won’t smoke any of her cigarettes but she’ll at least give Monty’s vape a try. She felt that if she lit one of the cigs then she would have to finish the carton, which is not what she wanted to do.

“Alright then,” they helped her up, “lets go.”

They make it to the balcony and Monty pulls out the cigarettes from his pocket, offering them to her after they have a seat on the tasteful deck chairs on the balcony. She declines.

“I uh,” she blubbered. “I don’t want one of these anymore. I-I want–I want to try one of your vapes if that’s fine.”

“Oh uh, yeah sure,” he says, stuffing his hand into his pocket pulling out a vape. “It’s a sour lime flavor, I think, if that’s fine.”

She nods and reaches over to it, grabbing it from his hands. She takes a long drag and breathes out the smoke. They pass the time doing that for a while, neither of them speaking a word. Chica eventually feels the tears stop and feel much calmer.

“So, you ok?”

“Yeah, I feel better now, Gummy. Thanks.”

“Yeah, no prob,” they bashfully grumble. “Sorry if I was too pushy, I’m not used to dealing with emotional breakdowns, I only know Rox’s cause she explodes into anger which I know how ot deal with.”

“Don’t worry about it, you did your best. I was just emotional because I miss her. I really miss her Monty. I love her and I’m scared of losing her.” The words start to come like vomit now that the dam has broken. “I mean, I know that a lot of our issues are communication, but I think I rushed us. I wanted to be in a relationship with her so bad that I didn’t fully consider her comfort levels. I was trying to act like we were together for months when we had only just started dating. I think I scared her.”

Monty let out a dry chuckle. “Heh, yeah, I’d definitely say ya did. Roxy is hardened, years of being seen as the lesser choice damaged her ego, so she had to act like hot shit or it fucks with her. And yeah, you loved her a little too strongly, but I don’t see that as a bad thing, but it definitely scared her, being a fully genuine first choice by someone other than me. She loves you too, but she needs to work through some of her own issues before she can fully show and accept it.”

Chica smiled at him. “You’re oldly wise Monty. You always seemed more a meathead to me, no offense.”

“None taken,” he shrugs. “I usually am, but I had fallen in love once before and was too strong in it but I didn’t have my own anger issues under control. It was a messy breakup, my heart was shattered and I took it out on anything and everything. Roxy did her best to support me but I took a hard look at myself. Decided I needed some therapy. And look at where it got me now!” He spread his arms to the sides staring up at the sky. “I got an amazin rockstar for a boyfriend and amazin friends. She just needs time to be perfect.”

“But I already think she’s perfect, flaws and all,” Chica says sadly.

“I know you do, but she won’t be satisfied until she genuinely means all the compliments she gives to herself. She strives for perfection and she’ll only be happy if she can show you that she is her best self.”

Chica understood what he meant. And she already knew that Roxy had a lot of her own mental baggage to deal with.  But Chica wants to be there to help her through it. Wants to shower Roxy with all the love she deserves. So she can be patient. She can be patient in her sadness at Roxy breaking it off in a flurry of emotion. She will show the loyalty and support to Roxanne that she had received, even if Roxy didn’t want it in a romantic or sensual way any longer. As long as she was happy then Chica could be satisfied.

She was learning how to be in love after all. And it was messy, but to be with Roxanne, to trust her with her heart. She believed it would be worth it.

Besides, she needed to show that believes in herself as much as Roxy did. It took seeing the light that was the talented racer to understand that she was worth so much.

So the two sat there, trading a vape back and forth. Chica spoke about all the thoughts that flowed through her head when she had played earlier. Monty shared all the hurtful things that Roxy said to him before disappearing into the city. They missed her and they tried their best to show it to her by trying to check in, but there was only so much they could do. So they waited.

It wasn’t until much later when they both settled down to eat the gumbo for dinner, trading stories to ignore the person that they both love dearly and were so deeply hurt by that they got messages from said person. Both of them received a small “I’m sorry.” which was quickly followed by “Can we talk sometime soon?”

The two looked up at one another, before releasing sighs and responding with their own individual “yes”. They both loved Roxanne dearly and hoped that she was trying to make a step in the right direction, especially after being missing for both of them for the past five days.

Chica typed back a request to meet on Thursday, she did have one more final for the next day after all and didn’t want to weigh down her Wednesday with a test and what would likely be a highly emotional talk. Roxy had agreed to the meeting date almost immediately, asking if it could be at the studio since she hadn’t gone into work and that had to be there to review the incident and the plan of action for her music career. Chica of course agreed, hoping that the neutral ground would be best for both of them.

“The hell, Wolf?!” Monty growled. Chica snapped her head up. He then shoved his phone towards Chica. “Look at this bullshit.”

From what it seemed, Roxy wanted to meet with Monty over the weekend, stating that if they settle their dispute like they used to, then she wanted Bonnie there to ref.

“How do you guys usually settle your disputes?”

“With stupid competitions, like a drinking match or darts or arm wrestling. Or the occasional boxin match. But that for stupid shit, not when its somthing heavy! Fuck her, she’s definetly gettin a piece of my mind Saturday.”

Monty returned to furiously texting while Chica felt at a strange ease. She hoped that the silence would be gone again and she could feel warm once more. She wanted to feel at home again and Roxy was the best option for her to feel like that.

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It was Thursday. It was Thursday and Roxy had never felt so anxious. 

It had been a week since she had seen Chica in person. And she was absolutely fucking terrified.

She had messed up and messed up bad. She knew she did. She had been so caught up in herself and was reactive. Sure, her mental state had never really been stable but she still needed to be held responsible for her actions. Actions which had included hurting the two people who she cared about most in a way that she never thought she could.

Roxy was used to hurting other people. Whether it be slamming a fist into a face or proving to someone that she was the best and to not challenge her. But the way she hurt them was neither of those ways. No, she hurt them in personal ways, with words that had long fangs and sunk deep into their skin. With words she only told herself.

Note to self, talk about that at the therapy appointment.

She knew a lot of it came from her own self worth being absolutely in the garbage. They said fake it till you make it and she thinks she may have been faking it too hard.

So much of her worth being based on her brother had hurt. It hurt for the longest time. And when she beat him up, taking all her aggression out on him, she hadn’t regretted it. The only moment that she felt a deep shame settle deep into her stomach was when he looked at her with those eyes. The eyes that had screamed at her that this wasn’t what he wanted for her. That he was her brother and failed at taking care of her, shielding her from the cruel words of others that had only infected her brain. 

And she could acknowledge that what she had done that day was wrong. She held that regret within her for so long. She felt like a monster everyday since he left for training. It had even taken her dad a while to look her in the eye without a deep sadness mingled with disappointment staring back at her. 

That’s what really hurt. She knew that what happened that day wasn’t what her father wanted for his two children that he loved more than anything in the world. And she knew then that for anyone to love her, to fall in love with a bitch like her, it would be hard.

And then it happened. Chica came into her shop with her bright smile and her ambitious attitude and stole Roxanne’s heart. And somehow, Roxy, even with all her terribleness, had forgotten who she was and felt like she was someone deserving of happiness. 

But you weren’t, you still aren’t.

But she could now ignore the voice. Or at least she did her best to.

But she still had gone and fucked it up. All because she was scared of how easily she had fallen in love. Scared that Chica, her dear saving grace, her most beautiful note, her pollita, would one day not feel her love burn for Roxy. That Roxy would be alone again because Chica would see what an awful person she was and know that she deserved better. She adored all the love that Chica poured into her, into her care. And it terrified her because it could one day be gone. And Roxy didn’t think she could take it if that happened. She didn’t think she could handle her heart ripping in two.

So she made the move to leave as some twisted way to protect herself even though it had pulled her soul out instead.

The only good thing from the whole situation was her and Foxy making up again.

Someone she had hurt so badly, still loved her. And she was so happy.

But it cost driving away two people that already showed love for her. And she was torn.

She had ignored their messages, from both Monty and Chica. And it pained her every time she saw a notification with their face and name attached to it. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to beg for forgiveness for all the hurtful things she said in her spiral. But she was scared. She was terrified. Just because someone forgave her for her actions doesn’t mean they all would.

Take Bonnie for example. She had been spending more time with Foxy after their talk. And with Foxy, usually came Bonnie. She even joked about how he was pretty much homeless with how much he stayed attached to other people.

His only response to that was a shrug and “I like company”.

But he had made it clear. He didn’t forgive her. Not for what she did to Foxy. And definitely not for what he did to Chica. He told her about how much Chica pleaded with him to let her chase after Roxy on the night of their breakup and how he refused due to not trusting her. Spoke about how much it hurt to have Chica pretty much in hysterics from how shocked and heartbroken she was. “One thing,” he told her, “one thing I said was to not hurt her, Wolf, and that was exactly what you did. I can’t forgive that.” She wasn’t offended by it in the slightest. And she wouldn’t lie but she was glad someone didn’t forgive her. He did say he appreciated the strides she was making to better herself, but his forgiveness would take much longer to come, if it ever did at all.

And both Bonnie and Foxy helped her look for a therapist while she spent time bonding with them at her childhood home. Her father was glad to have both kids home and talking to one another. Even if it was many stilted conversations since they were trying to learn the person that the other had grown to be. It was weird sometimes, almost like talking to a stranger but it was nice. It was nice having a brother again.

And it was nice being able to talk to some people who knew her. Knew who she loved and trusted, but didn’t know the depth. So they knew, both Foxy and Bonnie, knew how badly she fucked up. She hurt them and they made sure she knew as much. But they also helped her talk through her feelings. They talked with her about lashing out to two people that care about her. And she admitted to them that she was scared of it. She was scared of being treated with so much love because one day it could all be gone. One day Monty and Chica would both wise up and leave her for good, knowing that they deserved better than her. She talked about how love wasn’t something that came easy to her and she was terrified of getting too comfortable in it. So she scared off the people showing her love to protect herself.

They called her an idiot in a lighthearted way. Said she was deserving of it. And if she needed help getting to a point where she understood that, both of them, especially Foxy, would be there. So they were the ones to encourage her to take the first step to repairing her relationships.

And sending a text to both Chica and Monty was one of the most nerve racking things she had ever done. She had looked through the long logs of texts from both and knew she had worried them both. Hopefully that would make the apologies easier.

She typed out the messages and sent them. She had turned her phone off immediately after pressing send. She was too scared. Scared she would be ignored the same way she had ignored them. But she had gotten two dings back in quick succession. Both yes. And even though her ribs had been healed for a few days, she felt like she could finally breathe again.

Chica was the one to text her back first, requesting a meeting on Thursday. Roxy immediately agreed, wanting to make up to Chica as soon as she could. Responding to Monty was harder. She didn’t know what she would say and how to make up to him. So she tried to be playful. Tried to message him like it was one of their old disputes. Which might have been a mistake since it resulted in a flurry of texts. But they at least agreed to meet on Saturday and that was all she could ask for.

But now it was Thursday. And she didn’t feel ready at all.

And since she was back home, her papa made sure she was taking her pain medicine and took the keys to her motorcycle. So she couldn’t even drive herself to the studio and find comfort in the engine hum beneath her. Instead she had to feel like a little kid being driven to work by her older brother and his best friend.

“You got this,” they both shouted as they dropped her off in front of the studio.

She went in after that. She made her way up to her personal studio and dropped off her bag. She then made her way to the meeting room to discuss how they would go forward with her career.

~~~~~~~~~

The meeting wasn’t long but it was annoying. Vanessa and her talked about what happened and what else would need to be done. She brought up the fact that the person who tapped her wheel had an Afton Industries logo which would soon be looked into by the company’s law team. And thankfully, her career was still protected but it would now be longer for her to release anything because her CEO, Henry Emily, wanted to make sure she was completely healed before they went into anything else.

That annoyed her most. She could still play piano since the brace for her hairline fracture still allowed use of her fingers. Besides, any notes that she could get on they keys, she could ask Chica to help her.

Wait. That’s right.

She sighed. She missed her. She missed seeing her face. It had been near to a week and her heartached but she didn't know what to do. She didn't have the right words yet. And she was reminded that she asked Chica to meet with her soon at the studio. Then she heard her door open. Her heart froze. She slowly turned and saw Gregory there.

"What do you want, kid? I'm not really in the mood for people." The tension remained in her stance, but it had relaxed at seeing the kid.

"I know."

She half-heartedly glared, "Then why are you here?"

"Because you need to talk to my Aunt Chica."

He was right. She did need to talk to Chica and that talk would happen very soon but she felt herself be consumed by the nerves. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready."

"Yeah and you don't sound like yourself saying those things. So I decided to help you."

Her face scrunched up in confusion, "How?"

His neutral face turned mischievous, "Like this. YOU CAN COME IN NOW!"

"What?” She was confused until it dawned on her as to who he was giving permission to enter. “You little shit!” She whispered angrily. “No, you can't do this to me."

"Can and did." He gets up from the couch when they both hear the doorknob begin to open. He quickly turns away from it though and runs up to her and throws his arms around her shoulders. "You got this, I know you do," he says into her ear softly. "My big sis is the best." She began to tear up as he let go and zoomed out the now open door. Damn that kid. Making her face the music. Wait a minute. Now that might be an idea.

The other woman cleared her throat, still standing in the doorway, "May I-may I come in? I know Gregory said I could, but I wanted your per-"

"Of course you may come in." 

She walked and took a seat on the coach rather than the spare desk chair that was specifically there for her. She wants her distance still, I can respect that . Then looked up at Roxanne sadly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did. It was out of line and completely not true. I was just being an idiot and it drove you away. And then when you didn't come back to the apartment the first night, I freaked out. I was so scared. I was so fucking afraid of what might've happened to you. I thought I lost you. All because of my stupid mouth. And how quickly I rushed our relationship. I should have been more considerate to you and the pace you wanted to go. But I didn’t care and didn’t give you any space to progress this relationship at a rate we both agreed to, only what I had wanted. I am so sorry. Please, forgive me." Chica said, looking down, visibly fighting the urge to cry even though her shaky voice gave it away.

All Roxy felt through her whole speech was stabs of pain. I never wanted to scare you. "Chica...I'm the one who should apologize. I never want to scare you. I just-I feel like... I feel like I need to deserve you. I'm scared of not being worthy of you and when you said that I wasn’t good enough at communicating, which I can admit, I’m not, it was like something switched in my head. Years of me beating myself down and thinking I didn’t deserve all the love you were pouring into me. It was– I didn’t know how to react– I felt that I would never reach worthiness. And I panicked and tried scaring you off to protect myself. I just-fuck-I want…" She could feel herself getting choked up.

"Someone could tell me that you hung the stars in the sky and I would believe them, Roxy." And like always it was her words that made the rushing in her head settle.

Roxanne smiled sadly at her, "I would only hang them for you. And I just-I want-I...I..." Roxanne did not know what next to say, so much for her to say but she did not have the words, but she did have her keyboard. "May I play something for you? It will say everything I can't."

"Of course."

Roxy turned her chair around, now facing her keyboard. She ran a quick scale to warm herself  up. She then took in a deep breath and began to play.

The haunting beginning of notes of Mariage d'Amour began to sound in the small room. The chords playing. The notes then pick up tempo. She feels the emotions of the music course through her. She knows that Chica feels what she is trying to say. Roxanne honestly didn't know when she had learned the song. Maybe it was in one of her music books from when she was younger. Maybe she learnt it for one of her first girlfriends that she ended up not playing it for. All she knew now, though, was she meant every note now, playing it for Chica. Every happy notes was accompanied by a melody that was haunted by a countermelody that held the fear in her heart.

It was beautiful and the music compelled her. Roxy knew that she shouldn’t have been playing such a song that stretched her left hand so wide to reach the notes, but she felt strength course through her to play. Thankfully the notes that came in quicker succession were on the higher octave so they were played by her uninjured left hand. And in each note, feelings of love, compassion, fear and sadness were poured into them. All these emotions and more were what she felt since meeting Chica. She felt like she was at the top of the world any moment Chica was next to her but her fear latched on as an undertone no matter how much she tried to shake it. Just like the music playing under her hands.

Suddenly, she hears a guitar join her in accompaniment. She looks up from the keyboard and through blurred eyes, turns and sees Chica holding a guitar that looked a lot like the one they had ordered for her together. Roxy didn’t even realize that Chica had brought a guitar case with her until she had looked over. And there Chica was playing the song, like she herself had played it before. Or maybe she had learned the notes from what Roxanne had already played. Roxy knew that Chica wouldn’t admit it but she had a real talent to listen to something by ear and know which notes to play to mimic the melody. Like a songbird.

And it was fitting for her to join such a charged song. For them to play their joys and fears together as one. It bloomed as a beautiful duet. And if Roxy wasn’t crying yet, she definitely was now. She was speaking to Chica in the best way she knew how. Without words, only music to guide her emotions. And Chica not only understood but joined. She joined and accompanied her to show that she wasn’t alone in these emotions. That there was more for them. That they could rely on one another to carry the music on for them both when one of them faltered. 

They would diverge at parts but always come back together for it was what they both wanted. It was what they both would strive for and work on together. It was their love. It was love and Roxy wasn’t as afraid anymore.

“I love you, Chica,” Roxanne breathed out as the final notes faded off. Her breathing was closer to panting but she didn’t care as she turned to face the beauty beside her. “I’m in love with you, so deeply and it–”

Chica cupped the side of Roxy’s face, brushing away stray tears with her thumb. “I love you too, Roxanne.” Was all she said before gently leaning in, freezing at the final second. “Is this alright?”

The breath was light on Roxy’s lips. “More than alright,” was all she hummed before closing the short distance.

This felt nothing like anything Roxy felt before. The kiss itself didn’t feel any different from the times they have graced one another before. No, it felt different because it was slow and as beautiful as the music they just played with each other. The emotions had carried over and blossomed on their lips now. It felt like tasting heaven. It felt like her first ride without a helmet on. It felt like her first time playing a song for an audience. It was nerve wracking but not earth shattering. It was beautiful even with all its imperfections. It was scary but still felt safe. It was the love of her life, Chica Toriu, kissing her.

“Can we go home, please?” Roxy found herself saying. “I’ve missed you and I would like to go home if that is alright.”

Chica smiled as she pulled away enough to look Roxy in the eyes. “It’s more than alright,” she said softly, still cupping her face.

They got up and grabbed all their stuff to take back with them to Roxy’s apartment. A backpack and a guitar case was all they needed. Roxy sent a message to Vanessa, saying she was going to go home and rest some more since the meeting drained her. She got the go ahead and to Chica’s car they went.

“There is still more I need to talk to you about, Chica,” Roxy whispered once they were in the vehicle.

“I know and you can tell me when you want, but let's get home first alright?”

“Yeah,” Roxy agreed. 

“Good, because I want to show you that you are loved, that you are deserving of it.” Chica spoke gently. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

And to the apartment they went, ready to talk more. But ready to figure out life together with both the good and the bad.

Chapter Text

This was the first good sleep in a while that Chica had. Her mind was hazy from the first moment she opened her to feel lazy sunbeams slowly warm the room. One arm was wrapped firmly around her, holding her close to a torso that held a steady heartbeat.

Finally, the haze in her eyes cleared and some of the sleep in her mind faded as she stared at the tanned skin in front of her. She could make out the shallow breaths of Roxanne accompanied by the occasional snore.

Chica stayed there, just observing the women that she had longed for. Her mind recalled the emotions of the day before and how regretful Roxy had been. The words and tears had torn at her heart, to know how much Roxy didn’t want to hurt her but did anyway.

And the song. Oh the song. Chica had only heard it a few times, probably enough times to count it on one hand. But, even if she hadn’t already known the song previously, the way Roxy had played it poured so many emotions into it. A desperate plea of her love and dedication coupled by layers of fear. Roxy had played like it was an original song from her heart, speaking in a way that was too complex for words. And Chica understood it perfectly. She understood it so well and felt the need to speak too. So she chose to speak in the same notes as Roxanne to prove her reciprocation of feelings, to show Roxanne that her fears were not just her own. To show that a duet could meld with her solo.

And Roxy did understand. A language of decrescendos and accents, a language of steady rhythms and of chaos, a language of beauty and hostility. And that despite an instrument having a full range of color, sometimes additional instruments are needed to reach a further spectrum of visibility. And it was beautiful.

It also led to their first ‘I love you’s. And she couldn’t be happier.

And she basked in this peace. But the day would not wait for them, even though they have just reunited. The sun beams would grow warmer till they left again and they would need to talk. She was scared but they needed to speak fully and genuinely.

She starts to shift, carefully removing the arm around her so she could go and start on some breakfast for the two of them. The arm curls around her again though, and slowly tugs her back into the nook under Roxy’s chin.

“Not yet, please,” Roxy mumbles out with a gravelly voice thick with sleep.

“We still need to talk.”

“I know,” she whispers.

Chica lays back down. A few more minutes would be fine and then they will talk. For now she was going to bask in a quiet that was different from the suffocating silence from the week before.

At least until Roxy shot up suddenly.

“Wait, don’t you have a final today?” She spoke out, panicked. “You need to get up.”

Chica let out a small huff and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. No more dull with Roxy around, that was for sure.

“Roxy, my finals are done, at least for me they are. No need to worry.” Chica found it quite sweet of her to be concerned.

“Oh, um, how’d they go?” Roxy asked awkwardly while sitting up on the bed. 

“They went well despite,” Chica waved one hand in the air with her own awkward smile, “all this.”

That made Roxanne’s face shift to one of shame. She runs a hand up and down her face and takes a deep breath before looking Chica directly in the eye.

“No use avoidin it,” she mumbles, most likely not meant to be heard by Chica. “Let me begin with I’m deeply sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I was just so–” her face contorted, searching for the right word to describe how she felt. “Stuck in my own head.” She settles on. “You were right, I wasn’t communicating, I just–” She began to tear up.

Chica gently reached over to Roxy and cupped her cheek, wiping away any tears that fell. 

“Sorry,” Roxy gasped out.

Chica wanted to say that she didn’t need to be, but she did. Chica was hurt by Roxy’s actions, she knew that much. But she also knew that all of this wasn’t on Roxy, some of it was on her. Her joy of being in a relationship with someone who showed that they cared and she got caught up in the thrill of that. She became reliant on it and refused to let go, refused to let her breathe. She needed to apologize for that, but she wouldn’t interrupt Roxanne’s flow quite yet.

Roxy took a deep breath and placed her own hand over Chica’s. She turned her head just slightly in order to leave a featherlight kiss on Chica’s palm. 

They sat there for a while.

At least until Chica’s stomach rumbled. It wasn’t that loud but due to the silence of the room that only held their breathing, it was loud enough to be caught. 

Roxy let out one small chuckle. “Maybe we could continue this over breakfast.”

“Sorry,” Chica held back a wince. “But yeah, that sounds good.”

Roxy stood up from the bed and grabbed Chica’s hand, leading her out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Chica bemoaned her stomach interrupting such an intimate moment of Roxy baring her soul to her. 

Roxy makes them both some quick omelets before sitting next to Chica at the table. They both eat a little before Roxy works up the courage to begin to speak again.

“I’ve spent years hating a part of myself.” She says blankly. “I was fake. I always put on the bravado for years. Maybe I was hard on myself but it was kinda easy to be. Foxy was my older brother and everyone, and I mean everyone, loved him. But me?” She grabs the front of her shirt in a fist, squeezing it tight. “I was pretty much the second choice.”

Chica reaches over and lays a hand over the one that was tightly wrapping the shirt and holds it, getting her to release the grip. It helps to relieve some of the tension from her shoulders.

“Thank you. But, it hurt being told over and over again that I was pretty much a worse replacement for my brother who already at the time was heavily ignoring me, making me believe what everyone else said much easier. It led to me getting into trouble because I needed to show I was different from him somehow. What better way than through strength right? So many fights I’ve started and ended.” She chuckles and reaches for the glass of water she poured for herself, bringing it up to her lips. “Least I met Monty that way.” She lets out another, drier chuckle. “And I went and fucked that up, estupida. ”

“No you didn’t,” Chica found herself saying. “He cares about you so much. I’m sure you can make it up to him.”

Roxy flashes a sad but hopeful smile. “I sure hope so. Anyways, I just never felt like I would reach anyone’s expectations. And lets say that my first few girlfriends agreed. It made me think that I was unlovable if the other person didn’t have me as someone worthy of it. And I told myself the same thing every. Damn. Day. So I had to be the best. I had to be the most beautiful. I had to be the most talented. Otherwise I was worth nothing. And honestly, I think I became scared of actually being loved. Like I was never genuinely worth it. But you just had to ruin that,” she dryly tries joking.

“Of course I did. Because you are deserving.” Chica said, dead serious.

Roxanne smiles, but it didn’t reach her eyes, almost like she didn’t fully believe it. “Hmph. And after the–” she pauses, looking at her shaking arm. The hand curled, forming a fist and placed firmly against the table, stopping the shaking. “The crash,” her voice was so small. She swallows hard. “I failed. I wasn’t the perfect favorite of the race. The one that so many people came to watch. And I ate shit. I got flipped and lost my top position for two fucking races. I may have won the championship overall due to my points from the previous rounds but I was still a loser. And nobody likes a loser. You and all the other people I cared about came and saw me looking like hell. Then Foxy,” she says it with so much venom before pausing and uncurling her fist, “then Foxy,” calmer, “had to show up at my lowest, because of fucking course he did. It hurt me more mentally for him to arrive than the fact that my racing and music career could’ve been over that day.”

Chica froze up at that. Her imagination had run rampant with those scenarios ever since the incident. Seeing the person she was in love with lose the ability to do what she was passionate about. It was scary. She knew personally how emotionless it feels to lose your passion. She would never want to see it happen to Roxanne. Or worse.

She quickly shook that train of thought from her head, focusing on the concerned golden eyes of her girlfriend.

Roxy then reached a hand over to Chica’s face, wiping away a tear that she didn’t even realize had fallen. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” She says gently. “Now. Here now,” she quickly tacks on.

“I know,” Chica finds herself whispering, grabbing the hand near her face and moving it down to the table to hold. “I’m sorry. Please continue, I feel like you have more to say.”

A firm squeeze reaches her hand. “I do but are you sure you’re ok?”

Chica nods.

“Ok,” Roxy nods back. “But let me know if I need to stop, alright? Umm what was I saying. Something something race. Somethi–Foxy! Foxy. So him coming back just sent me into a spiral like thinking of him usually does. And that spiral was only worse because of the crash. And well, the thought of disappointing you. And so I pushed you away because I didn’t want you seeing me weak and a loser. And then you kept showing me love and care even though you had your own life to live, especially since your finals were right around the corner. So I just melted down, tried punching the person ruining my life,” Chica was curious if that was why she came home to a shattered mirror that horrible day, “and tried scaring you away. It was just me running away from my problems instead.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. It felt like Roxy had more to say but was mulling over the correct words.

“I found a therapist. After running away on my motorcycle, I went to the place of my biggest mistake and had a talk with Foxy. I wanted to change. I needed to change. For you. For everyone else. And for myself. I don’t want to wake up hating myself anymore. I want to say that I’m the best and actually mean it. I want to be loved. But I never should have tried making the best people in my life leave it because I was scared of them seeing the true me and leaving first. I wasn’t going to be hurt again, but I ripped my heart in half anyways. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you put up with my bullshit and for hurting you. That was something I never wanted to do. I wanted to lift you up because you are like my beautiful, intelligent angel. All your potential, all your talent, all your love. And I almost missed it all from my own shitty attitude. And for that, I think I almost made a mistake too terrible. I was a half note and you made me whole.” She was firmly squeezing their hands together now.

Chica stared at her for a moment then giggled. “That was such a shitty music pun,” she rolled her eyes. “That had to be from your brother.”

“Perks of spending the majority of the week with him and Bunny Foo Foo,” Roxy snarks. “But I do mean it. You just have so much ambition and I want to match it. I want to love you the way you deserve.”

Chica was stunned from how genuine and soft Roxy’s voice had gotten. So she followed her instinct and kissed Roxy’s cheek, unable to say anything.

Chica’s face hovered near her face after the kiss. Roxy gently cupped her cheek, turning it the final amount for them to share a full kiss. It only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to relieve all the tension in the air.

Chica finally gathered her thoughts and pulled away from the kiss, finally ready to speak.

“I’m proud of you,” was the first thing she said. “I’m so happy for you to finally love yourself. And I’m proud of you for finally opening up. I won’t lie, I’ve been nervous that you were not going to ever open up and hold it in yourself till it destroyed you. I know that has happened to me before and I would never want to see that happen to you.” She took another pause. “Besides, I knew that I was probably starting to suffocate you, even if it wasn’t on purpose. I just–”

Chica could feel her voice choking up. Some circles were rubbed into her hand by Roxy’s thumb, grounding her.

“I just was so scared. I was scared to lose you. Someone who made me feel passionate about my life again. Someone who showed me a respect that not even I had for myself. Someone who promised to never leave. And I loved all those things you made me feel. I loved you so much. I just didn’t want to be away from you while you were hurt because what if in that time away you would start to spite me for not being around to help you. Yes, I had finals coming up but you are just as important to me now as they are. Being with you feels like I’m on stage again, with the eyes of an audience on me that feels electric every time. I didn’t want to lose that. I didn’t want you to leave. But it still happened anyways…”

“And that wasn’t your fault, it was mine,” Roxy said solemnly. 

“I still feel like I rushed our relationship though. I mean, you barely started to seem interested in me during your EP release.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there for a second,” Roxy interrupted. “But I’ve been interested in you since the second I first saw you. I just,” she grew quiet once more, “I didn’t think I was deserving of a meaningful relationship though. You deserved better and that wasn’t me.”

“Well what I deserve is my choice, you silly mechanic,” Chica retorted playfully but with an underlying firmness. 

“Yeah, sorry. You’re right.” Roxy lets out a deep sigh. “And I was worried since the beginning that I would come off as only wanting something sexual instead of something deeper. That’s why I guess I seemed uninterested after that karaoke night you came to. I thought I was acting like my usual horny asshole-ish self that night, cause, well uh, that’s how I usually was when I went out drinking. 

That made Chica pause for a second. That karaoke night was always clear in her mind, showing up at random times and distracting her from whatever she was working on. Seeing Roxy perform for the first time was always a thrill, but now she treasured the soft protectiveness of drunk Roxy, who had a polite arm around her along with Roxy’s prized jacket. How she wished she had that jacket now for comfort but it was likely with Roxy’s bike at her dad’s house. And that performance, kuso, that performance. Wait a minute…

“I knew you had a look of sorrow in your eyes when you sang!” Chica exclaimed, making a realization of Roxy’s self-damnation for her past mistakes. This made Roxy look at her with a confused expression. “Whoops, sorry. Just– Y’know, connecting some dots. Heh heh.” Chica fakes clearing her throat. “Anyways, back to the topic. You were actually a complete sweetheart to me. You were so polite to me even though you seemed absolutely wasted. You were far from inappropriate even after your little show on stage.”

“Wait, really?! ¡Ay, chingado! Mis amigos son pendejos con no explicar mejor mi conducta. ” She hissed. “So I wasn’t a horny asshole to you?”

“No,” Chica said flatly. “And I tried telling you that over the phone the first time you called me if I’m remembering right, but someone kept interrupting with their apologies.”

Roxy’s face subtly darked. “Oh. My bad. Guess we’ve needed to work on my communication since the beginning then,” she awkwardly chuckles.

Chica only rolls her eyes in response. “Yes, we do. I honestly shouldn’t have let you go so long without talking to me but I didn’t want to be forceful and scare you away.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been scared of that. Be the assertive woman I know you can be.” Roxy’s eyes gleamed in good humor. “Besides, what happened to Ms. I’m-two-years-older-than-you-so-listen-to-me?”

“That’s a long way to say Chica,” she joked, earning her a playful shoulder shove. “But she’s here, just scared of pushing another good thing out of my life.”

“Well, there’s no need for that anymore.” A reassuring hand squeeze joined the sentence. “You’re a badass, I know it. So show it. I’m not breaking my promise a second time, so I’ll be by your side the whole time. As long as you’ll have me.”

Chica only smiled back, her eyes gleaming. She nods to Roxanne. Her Roxanne.

“Of course, I will. I love you, Roxanne.”

Roxy smiled so wide, that it pretty much lit up the room for Chica. “And I love you, Chica.”

“But we still need to work on our communication. Both of us.”

“Agreed. And we can continue you with that with some cuddles on the couch, if you don’t mind. I missed your warmth.”

Chica smiled lovingly. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Great,” Roxy then stood, grabbing their plates. “I’ll put these away then, while you go and choose some movie for background noise, you know I don’t like the quiet that much.”

Chica knew it well. Chica finally had sound back in her life to drive away the deafening silence she so feared.

Which reminded her of her night talking to Monty and that she wasn’t the only one hurt by Roxanne Wolf.

“Also, don’t forget, you need to find some way to make up with Monty. I don’t think playing him a song or fighting him will work. Especially not with you still injured.” She shouted to the kitchen as she sat on the couch.

“I know,” Roxy replied, sounding ashamed. Chica could hear water running. “I will, I promise. They’re my best friend, I can’t lose them.”

Chica sat down, satisfied to know that Roxy was going to make amends with the important people in her life. She wanted Roxy to feel as amazing as Chica saw her to be. And that would have to start with her making up for her mistakes.

Chica finally settled on a movie to play once Roxy joined her when her phone started ringing.

She listened to the ringtone, answering it near immediately once she recognized it.

“Mama! How are you?”

“Chica!” She heard from two happy voices.

“Dad, is that you?”

“Yes, it is my sweet daughter.”

“How are you both?”

“We are good,” her mom responded. “We just wanted to call and see how are child is doing.”

“Oh I’m doing amazing. I’m actually at my girlfriend’s apartment right now. Relaxing after my finals before I go in to my full hours at work again.”

“Oh, good sweetie,” her dad said. “That’s why we also called. We want to come to your graduation!”

Chapter Text

Her fingers drummed nervously on the table. She stared at them and imagined that it was a keyboard under her fingers instead, playing any song that came to mind on the imaginary piano. But it was all an excuse. An excuse to ignore the burning feeling of eyes on her. Eyes that stared her down from across the table.

She knew that she should look at him. He did come out here after all to meet with her. Even after you were a huge asshole to him. Which you continue to be.

But she was nervous. Severely nervous. Maybe even more nervous than she was with Chica.

Her eyes lifted from her nervous fingers to watch the waitress come and bring them their drinks, placing them in front of herself and them. She heard him mumble a gruff “thanks” as she placed his in front of him.

“Are y’all ready to order?” the waitress politely asked.

Roxy felt Monty’s eyes back on her. She still ignored looking at them, but she already knew the question that would be lingering in their hazel eyes.

“I’m ready,” she told the waitress.

“Me too,” they said.

Both of them placed their orders. Once the waitress left however, the same tense energy fell over the table once more. Roxy staring at her hand and Monty staring at her.

She suddenly heard a light clack hit the table. Then a pair of star-shaped sunglasses slid across the table, hitting her hand. She stared hard at them.

“Put 'em on.”

“Your glasses?”

“Yer startin’ to annoy me,” they grumbled. “So put 'em on since ya can’t fuckin’ look at me.”

She bit her lip for a moment, wanting to argue. But she couldn’t. Because he was right. She was a coward and couldn’t even look him in the eye. And they still gave her a way to try and speak to them the way she wanted. Looking them in the eye. So she carefully wrapped her hand around the Cajun man’s treasured sunglasses. 

She had never actually worn the glasses before. At least not this pair. This pair was his special pair that he paid a lot of money for. Actual UV protected shades that had Montgomery Gator engraved to the metal on one of the temples and a golf club engraved on the other. She always thought it was dorky but she knew that this pair was as important to him as her custom jacket was to her. And she definitely felt the weight of them rest on her nose and ears after putting them on, completely different from the other random plastic pairs of star sunglasses that he had. She also knew that they wore these when they had a special event to attend or when they needed an extra confidence boost. Which of the two reasons it was meant for at this moment, she didn’t know. But she at least understood the confidence boost the sunglasses had now.

She took a breath and finally looked forward at the person in front of her.

His face was fixed in a slight glower, hazel eyes locked onto her. Their huge arms were crossed over their large chest. All his piercings almost gleamed menacingly in the light of the cafe they were in, which might have just been her mind making the situation scarier than it was since they were seated next to the window on a sunny day. But despite all his body language screaming at her how pissed he was, she felt the same waves of sadness that raged in her wane off of him. And seeing their own hand nervously strum at their bicep, told her that they were in the same boat.

He was still a comfort to her, even after her fuck up.

Which was why she was here. To make up for her mistakes and get her best friend back.

“Montgomery, I am sorry. What I said was wrong. I was an immature asshole. Honestly, I probably still am but I want to change that. I need to change that. I was taking out my issues on you and you never deserved it. You’ve been by my side for so long and I treated you like trash. You aren’t talentless. Fuck, I can’t wait for the day to light up a stage with you. The day where we can play out instruments back to back while lights and fire flash around us. And the bullshit I said about your IQ was uncalled for also. Yeah, you may not be the smartest but neither am I, but damn if you aren’t able to actually learn from your past and apply it. You saw your anger issues and went and fixed them. And you still stuck around me even though I never even bothered to take your advice let alone listen. You said you would stick by my side no matter what and I just pushed you away by hitting you where it hurts.” She was already tearing up. “I just…I can’t even excuse my mind for the shit I said. I knew that it would hurt and said it anyways. I walked away from you after fucking staying at your apartment. I was a shit friend. And I’m so sorry for it. I can’t lose my best friend so I will do anything to prove to you how fucking sorry I am…But I also understand if you don’t want that to happen,” she said solemnly.

They said nothing, only stared at her eyes through the sunglasses. “Hmm,” he grunted.

Her worst fears were coming true. He really is dropping you. 

“ Please Monty,” she begged. “I am so sorry for what I said. You were right. You have been right for a long time. I do need to see a therapist to deal with my fucking issues. I should have opened up to you. You were my best friend for crying out loud. I was wrong, so very wrong. And I desperately want to make it up to you. I am so sorry.”

This is degrading. It really was but dammit, she was willing to grovel to get her best friend back.

She was staring at her drink, focusing hard to blink away the tears that burned her eyes, when she heard a shift in their seat.

She prepared herself mentally for him to scoff and leave. She was ready to take off the sunglasses and hand them back to him. But he didn’t get up. She hadn’t heard the scootch of their chair yet. Instead it was his voice.

“What was that?” The question was said in a tone that Roxy couldn’t quite place.

“Huh?”

“Come again?” She could hear his shit eating grin in the question this time.

Her eyes shot up from the condensation drop beading on her drink up to the face of the Cajun. And there she saw was the slightest quirk of their mouth. Her eyes quickly locked with his and she could see his looking a mixture of sincere and smug.

And it was like she could breathe again. The tightness in her heart had loosened. She wanted to both laugh and be annoyed with him. Just like it should be.

And she knew what she needed to do next.

She took off his fancy yet goofy star-shaped sunglasses, placing them on the table between the two of them. And looked him dead in the eye, the slightest hints of a smile, lifting the corners of her lips.

“I said I am sorry. That you were right and I was wrong.”

It wounded her pride. Deeply. And they knew it too if the bright smirk was anything to go off of.

“Bet that hurt you to say,” he gloated, swiping the sunglasses off where she placed them.

“You have no idea,” she replied, half-joking. “But I’m completely serious.”

“I know you are.” They grabbed the sunglasses from the table, inspecting them for a moment. He then looked back up at Roxy. “But an apology is nothin’ without action.”

She smirked at that. “I figured you say something like that.”

“Of course I would. You acted like a shithead and said bullshit, and while I appreciate a real apology from ya, I gotta make sure that you don’t continue being stupid.”

“Yeah, yeah, Gator. I hear you loud and clear. Which means you’ll be happy to hear that I,” she paused for dramatic effect, making Monty roll their eyes, “got a therapist.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

She nodded. “Yeah, it was about time I listened to what you were telling me. One of the only people who stuck by my side and I kept fighting you so hard about it,” she chuckles self-deprecatingly. 

“Bout time,” they grumbled. “I mean I went to therapy, got those anger issues mostly under control and was able to ask out my hot as fuck boyfriend the first time I met him. It took you months to even let yourself think about dating Chica.”

She glared at him. But once she saw the smirk on his face, she knew that was his goal. So she rolled her eyes.

Their grin sharpened once more seeing Roxy accept the target that wouldn’t let her dwell in self hatred. “Besides, as much as you say it was me that helped ya to get help for your asshole side of yer head, I can’t have been the only one. Or ya wouldn’t have suggested Bonnie be ref for us. Thought you hated the guy?”

Roxy knew that this would have been brought up. She knew the moment she sent the message to Monty about having Bonnie referee for them, that she fucked up. She was trying to be funny since she was so awkward about how she would apologize to her best friend and girlfriend. She had never done anything to damage their relationship so badly before and thought that suggesting the way they normally settled arguments would be enough to gauge how Monty was feeling. And it was not an amused reaction. It was a serious mistake and she was trying to joke about it. Thankfully, Monty still agreed to meet with her to see if she could make things right between them.

And the second part of her mistake that she realized much later was that she had mentioned Bonnie. Bonnie, who she supposedly hated. Bonnie, who was constantly around her older brother that was trying to reconnect with her. Bonnie, who didn’t put up with her shit and was growing on her.

Well no use hiding it from Monty.

“Well, in my whole week of isolation, I had gotten an apology from Foxy,” she told him calmly.

They straightened up in their seat. “Really?”

“Yeah. He apologized and I apologized and we’re trying to reconnect again. Its,” she sighs, “it’s definitely gonna take us a while to get to a great relationship but I really do want one. And Bonnie is with him more often than not, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with them both/. Talking with them. Sharing about my fuck ups with you and Chica. They helped me look for a therapist after I told them about you telling me for a long time. And yeah.”

“Hmm, so you actually started getting along with them then?”

“Ehh kinda. They both still piss me off a lot but at least they are trying to help me. And Bonnie is still a huge asshole but I don’t know, maybe he’s growing on me. Don’t tell him I said that though.” She found herself smirking.

“No worries, I won’t tell,” they grin. “But I’m happy for you, Rox. I really am but if either of 'em give ya problems, let me know. Ya know I’m always on your side.”

“I know, big guy.”

Their food finally came in. They both started to devour the food, slowly slipping into conversation with one another. Monty went into detail about how pissed he originally was with her and whether or not he even actually wanted to forgive her. But, they admitted to hating not having their best friend with them more. Along with hating how much Roxy was sabotaging herself when he wanted to see her happy. They ranted to her about how they wanted her to change. Ranted about how hurt Chica was from the whole thing. Ranted about how sad he was to lose his best friend. But was glad to see her get better. To actually want happiness for herself. That she was the best and that no one should tell her otherwise.

But the multitude of emotions eventually died down, devolving to their usual teasing and banter. 

“Y’know, yer lucky yer still injured otherwise I would’ve taken ya up on that offer to settle our arguments like we usually do. I’ve still been able to go to the gym so I definitely woulda beat your ass.”

“Please,” Roxy playfully growled. “We both know I’m quicker than you. You may hit harder, but I hit faster.”

“Uh huh,” Monty teased. “Maybe we should go a few rounds boxing once yer all better. I’ll win for sure.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she laughed.

Monty had put on their star shaped sunglasses some time ago but Roxy could still feel the eye roll. “Alright I’ll be back. Gotta take a sh-”

“I get the idea. Just go, I’ll cover the bill.”

“If you insist,” he grinned, walking away.

Roxy waved down the waitress, handing her card over in order to pay for their meal. She was happy. She was able to get her best friend back, for the most part at least. She knows that he will be slightly wary about her, but she would be lying if she didn’t expect that. What she said was harsh and she was mad at herself for saying it, for taking out her pain on them. They loved her, even if they didn’t say it often, but she knew. Mostly because she loved him too. 

She was drawn out of her thoughts when she watched someone approach the table out of the corner of her eye. She expected it to be the waitress since it wasn’t Monty’s hulking form.

“Hey Twisty,” a sugary voice said instead.

And her blood ran cold for just a moment before turning burning hot.

“Don’t call me that. Ever. ”

“Oh but it was a cute pet name for you. Or would you like me to use one of my other ones for you,” Catrina cooed at her. “But those other names were usually said in a … more intimate setting, so I don’t know if you’d like that.”

“At least you’re right on that. Now leave me the fuck alone.”

Catrina instead gave her a sickeningly sweet smile and slid into the seat in front of her instead, exactly where Monty was earlier. “But Roxanne, I’m sure you need some company. I mean, so many of us saw that tumble you took on the track, wouldn’t you like some care and attention? Extra special care and attention.”

Roxanne didn’t even hide the disgust on her face. “Don’t need it. Don’t want it,” she hissed.

“Oh come on Roxanne,” Catrina lightly danced her fingers on Roxy’s hand, which she pulled away quickly. “You’re eating here all alone. I heard about your little break up with that has-been, it was in public after all. Such a shame, she was quite cute when all riled up but I can make her just a memory real easy.”

Roxanne was furious for multiple reasons. The largest one being the fact that her short break up with Chica was brought up and that fact that she did do it in public, even if it was in an alleyway away from the main street. People still saw. But the fact that Catrina was even insinuating that Chica was a nobody made her blood boil more than the weaponizing of her mistake. The fact that Catrina took joy in the idea of Roxy being single once more.

“ Callate la puta boca.” Roxy growled, knowing that Catrina understood spanish. “I’m here with Monty. Besides, your info must be old, cause I’m with Chica again. And I don’t ever want to hear you talk bad about her ever again. ¿Entiende? ”

Catrina licked her lips for a second, matching Roxy’s staredown. “Yeah,” she breathed out. “I’ll be honest, I thought that crash would’ve brought you down like how it used to. Losing some races as ‘I’m-perfect-Roxy-Twisted-Wolf’ would’ve completely destroyed you, it was honestly expected after watching the race. And all that buzz about that asshole brother of yours arriving, I was sure it would make you ruin your relationships with people like it did last time you saw him,” she seemed to mumble to herself, Roxy managing to catch it all.

“Maybe it did,” Roxy found herself saying for no reason, “But like hell I’m gonna keep living that way. We all gotta grow up sometime, Catrina. And maybe tell the rest of the Jumpscares to leave me the fuck alone. I know you guys had something to do with my accident, that racer had Afton Industries as a sponsor. I suggest you guys stop, before this vendetta goes too far and you all regret it.”

Catrina stared at her hard. She tried to remain aloof while Roxy spoke, trying to keep her bubbly and flirty personality up, but Roxy saw a flash of something in her expression. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was definitely there.

They sat in silence for a while longer before Catrina finally stood up. “Maybe Withy was wrong about you never being able to change,” she chuckled. “I’m-I-I am actually happy for you Roxy. I’m happy you can finally call someone your girlfriend even if it isn’t me.”

Roxy couldn’t help the guilt that ran through her from the sadness in Catrina’s voice. She was the one that never wanted to be more than friends with benefits with Catrina. But, it was in the past now. She has her lovely girlfriend now. “Thanks Toy.”

“You already know that you can use Catrina, this doesn’t take away from that.” She smiled sadly, finally walking away from the table. At least until she paused and turned to Roxy one last time. “And be on the watch for Afton and Withy, y’know how he gets when it comes to proving himself to Trapp. So stay safe I guess, not much I can do to change Whitley’s mind. See you maybe.”

Roxy nodded to her, conflicted on saying a proper goodbye to Catrina. And watched her walk off while Monty made an immediate beeline to the table.

“Why was she here?” He scowled.

“Tried flirting like usual. And just…chatting? I think?” Truthfully, Roxanne had no clue what exactly happened, but she didn’t feel like Catrina deserved the full rage of her best friend. At least not in the same way as the rest of the Jumpscares.

“Hmm, whatever, I don’t give a shit about those fuckers anyways. So you already paid?”

At that very moment, the waitress returned with Roxy’s card and the receipt.

“Yup,” Roxy said, pocketing the card. “Let’s get out of here. You got work soon right?” 

“Yeah, finally got a shift with Chica again. Her finals completely threw her normal scheduling out of whack. Missed seeing the munchkin,” they chuckled.

“Well be prepared to be invited to her graduation and the dinner after. Trust me when I say she’s excited, especially since her parents are coming in for it.”

“No shit,” they laughed. “Ya nervous about meeting ‘em?”

They made it out to Monty’s car. “Completely terrified, if I’m honest. But excited too. And also sad. My beautiful angel won’t be staying at my place for a while when they’re here since they’re trying to stay at Chica’s apartment while they visit,” she whined.

“Oh god, ya big crybaby,” he teased. “They don’t wanna hear ya two fucking.”

She smacked them playfully, “ Cállate cabrón. Get your head out of the gutter, alright. Also, can you give me a ride to the studio, I’m not allowed to drive thanks to the pain meds I’m on and I really don’t feel like hearing Foxy, Bonnie and Chica scold me about it.”

Monty burst out in mocking laughter. “Heh sure ya can. Can’t have the fragile little pup get any more hurt now.”

She rolled her eyes at them, delivering a punch to their shoulder, making them complain about it. But she was happy. This is how they’ve always been and she almost lost him. She wouldn’t let it happen again. She was changing for the better and she is proud of herself for it. And as she made fun of her idiot best friend, she knew he was too.

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Chaos. Chica’s life was in absolute chaos. But it wasn’t the kind of chaos that beat her down. Well, maybe it was a little. 

No, it was the kind of chaos that had her bouncing around everywhere. She made up with Roxy. She was graduating. And her parents were coming!

Chica had practically been bouncing off the walls. She loved her parents dearly. Her mom who taught her how to cook each and every meal she made with tender love and care. Her father who took the time to teach her guitar and to take life on with a smile. 

When she was at her worst, drinking, smoking, binge eating, she felt like she had been a disappointment to them. She had been terrified beyond all belief at that time to let her parents see the daughter they believed strong at such a weak state. A daughter that abandoned all their lessons, faking it for their sake.

But she wasn’t like that anymore. She was graduating. She was making them proud. She had her best friends. She had Roxanne. And dammit, she had just gotten her back, she needed to introduce her to her parents. 

So here she was, cleaning her apartment while Roxy went to make up with Monty.  

Which included getting a very dear friend off of her couch.

“Chica, please, don’t throw me out,” her half Filipino friend fake cried. “I’ll be the best roommate forever, promise!”

“Oh hush, Bon!” She playfully shoved him off of her shoulder where he had taken to letting crocodile tears fall.

“Ye heard ‘er, off,” Foxy said, prying Bonnie off their short friend. 

“Thanks for the hand, Foxy.” She said, gathering up the blanket that Bonnie used while he slept on her couch.

“I only got one left, lass. Might as well use it, right?” Foxy joked before turning to Bonnie again. “And from all yer whining, it sounds like you don’t want to crash with me!”

“Cause I don’t.” Bonnie deadpanned, making Chica choke down a snort.

Foxy’s face fell into an exaggerated frown that Chica couldn’t help but relate to Roxy’s annoyed face. “Asshole,” he spoke, shoving Bonnie away from him now. 

“Aww come on Foxy, I didn’t mean it,” Bonnie whined more, shoving his face up against Foxy’s before moving away, leaving one hand on the unimpressed face. “I mean we’ve been spending so much time together already and I worry that if I room with you, you’ll never want to be away from me again,” he said, dragging his hand dramatically off of Foxy’s cheek for it to rest on his own forehead, biting his lips. “And it’s also your dad’s house.” He drops the whole act and takes a seat on the couch, pulling Foxy down with him.

“Roxanne was right,” Chica heard Foxy grumble. “He is so fucking annoying.”

Chica allowed herself to burst out laughing after the whole soap opera she just witnessed.

She finally quieted down and looked over at her best friends, both of them looking at her with amused smiles. 

She had missed this. She missed messing around with her friends. All that was missing was Freddy. But she still had the chance to see Freddy consistently these past five years. These two, not so much. And yeah, they could be loud and annoying, but she loves them all the same. But, she wouldn’t lie, she was getting annoyed by all their messing around when she would have preferred them to help her clean.

So that’s what she did. And she grabbed her broom, smacking both of their legs with just enough force to get them to stand.

“Help me clean you two. I already told you that I need to kick you out so I can give my parents a place to stay.”

After some more groaning from the both of them, they got to work helping her clean her apartment and making it a bit more presentable for her parents.

“I’m just saying, Chicky, wouldn’t it be more practical to have them stay at a hotel?” Bonnie asked from the kitchen where he was helping to reorganize the cupboards.

She rolled her eyes at the nickname. “And I told you that even though they have the money to stay at a hotel, I do not mind them staying with me. I like when they stay with me, as long as it's for a short time. And I feel a little rude making them pay for a hotel when I have more than enough space here.”

“Yeah but all those other times, you were single.” She hears Foxy stifle a snicker. But she knows that this isn’t one of Bonnie’s teasing comments. He knows that she actually is nervous.

Damn his stupid intuition.

She looks up from where she was sweeping to look him in the eyes. A question that she already knows hangs in them and she lets out a sigh.

“Alright so maybe, I’m a little nervous about introducing them to Roxy.”

“And…”

“And I’m trying to make sure they’re comfortable so I can gauge their reaction to make sure they like her right away.” 

From the corner of her eye, she saw Foxy stop his dusting, turning to listen to the conversation in curiosity. 

“Well, I wouldn’t be too worried about that. Roxanne can be an asshole a lot of the time, but she does care about you. And your parents will definitely like that, especially since she also makes you happy.”

“I know, but it still stresses me out. Like I know that they won’t over react or anything and they honestly probably will like her a lot but I still can’t help the small idea that they won’t and I need to be here to make sure that they do instead of heading to Roxy’s like I normally would. And I don’t want them to think I’m ignoring them because of my girlfriend. I want all the people I love to like each other. I mean, you’re finally coming around to her even if it’s in a kinda mean rival way.” 

“I guess that’s fair.” Bonnie says.

And Chica thought that was the end of it.

At least until it was time for her to head to work and for the boys to head back to Foxy’s place to get Bonnie settled. Foxy offered to take Bonnie’s bag since he was deciding to be dramatic about ‘leaving the nest’ that was Chica’s couch. 

As soon as Foxy left, Chica was shocked with the speed that Bonnie turned to look at her, seriousness taking over the joking expression that was there seconds before.

“I know that you’re hiding the truth, Chica.” His voice was void of playfulness too.

“What do you mean?”

She had a feeling she knew what he meant. That this whole thing was an accomplishment for her to show that she actually turned her life around after her spiral. He knew about it of course. He was the first person she called after she broke down meeting Gregory for the first time. It was the first time she tried to ask for help.

“They still don’t know, right? About-”

“They don’t.”

Silence blankets over them. Neither knew what to say. Even though Chica fought her fears so hard, fought the cravings that threatened to become more back then, she was over them now. She was over those fears. At least she thought she was. Due to the disappointment. The crippling fear that she let everyone she loves down because she fell into that weakness. She doesn’t think she could handle the judgment of her parents if they found out. 

“You know, I don’t think you have to be scared.”

She wanted to say I know but she couldn’t quiet the small voice that said what if. 

Bonnie sighs. But decides to continue. 

“I doubt that they would judge you harshly.” He lets out a small chuckle. “I doubt that your dad has a mean bone in his body. If anything, they would probably be mad at themselves about not noticing it.”

“I think that’s what I’m worried about more than them being disappointed,” she finds herself saying. And it feels like water was thrown in her face. It would be true after all. She was using all the money she got from the band to pay for her father’s medical bills. Her parents never wanted to burden her back then but she made sure that she would take care of them as best as she could. It didn’t matter anyways since she still paid a heavy price.

But she was better now. She had her friends with her. Her parents want to come watch her graduate.

Bonnie let out a soft sigh. “Alright, fine, I’ll drop it then, but if we're being real here, I doubt that there’s anything that you could do to disappoint any of us.”

He stared at her long and hard, making sure that his words reached her. And they did.

Soon the two of them wrapped themselves in a hug. And once Foxy came back to the apartment, he wrapped his arms around them too.

~~~~~~~~~

Chica was buzzing with excitement as she waited by the baggage claim. It had been nearly a year since she saw her beloved parents afterall. And last time she saw them, it was to visit them.

She surveyed the crowd, waiting to see her parents. Maybe she should have brought one of her taller friends or Roxy to help search for her equally short parents. She did get her genetics from them. 

But her first meeting should be between just her and her parents. An opportunity for them to all catch up with each other with no one else to account for, no one new to learn about. Just her and her parents. Besides, even if Roxy could have joined, she doubts that her girlfriend wouldn’t be nervous meeting her parents for the first time. No, it would be better to leave that experience for later.

“ Sono così orgoglioso della nostra bambina! Mi chiedo quanto sembrerà matura. Oh il nostro bambina sta crescendo… ” a female voice cried, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“ È passato solo un anno da quando l'abbiamo vista, cara. Sarà sempre la nostra bambina .” Her father’s accented voice replied.

She searched the crowd now in excitement. Her parents were close by! She began walking around the baggage claim, looking for the two voice owners. And finally her eyes landed on the two of them.

Her parents were just as she remembered. Her average height father whose smile would betray the fact that he has a dangerous heart disease. With kind, narrow brown eyes that shone with hopefulness and a warm smile that Chica knows she inherited from him, along with natural black hair. The only difference between this man and the one from her youth was the energy in his movements, something that he was able to retain in his words and attitude. And next to him was his slightly shorter wife. A beautiful woman with brown hair that flowed past her shoulders and deep blue eyes that blazed with fierce love. And while her mother had steady hands, her tense shoulders exclaimed how anxious she was to see her daughter again.

And who was Chica to hold back on their meeting after seeing them.

“Mom! Dad!”

Both of them turn to see their bright daughter. “Chica!” They both exclaim in unison.

And they are all joined in a family hug, both of her parents pressing her between the two of them. They eventually release her, worried that their luggage may have passed them by while in their embrace. Luckily, it hadn’t yet, but it didn’t halt the excitement in the little family. And once their luggage was spotted, her father tried to prevent Chica and his wife from grabbing it, but Chica was much quicker. Grabbing their luggage off the conveyor, she handed one to her mother and rolled the other herself, allowing her father to take it easy. His smile was still prevalent, but his shoulders slumped just slightly.

“You’re not as young as you think, dad.” Not to mention weakened by his condition.

He sighed. “I know, but I miss the days of being able to carry your stuff so you can enjoy yourself.”

“But I am enjoying myself. Anata to okāsanga koko ni iru no ga daisuki!”

His smile brightened immediately. He stood in front of both of them and swung his arms towards the exit. They all begin to walk, Chica telling them about all that has happened in her life, excluding a few of the more concerning details. She raved about the return of her friends and the amazing girlfriend that she could not wait for her parents to meet. Almost magically, all that talking made the time to get to the car that changed her life seem almost like it were mere seconds.

And as she loaded the two suitcases into her truck, she watched her dear father open the door for his lovely wife. Even though by the days he grows weaker and slower, he always takes a moment to show his love to everyone, especially his wife and child. Leaning towards her mom, he carefully snatches her hand, bringing it up to pursed lips while he gently guides her into the car. Chica could hear her mom’s gentle giggle as she rolled her eyes goodnaturedly over her parents' giddy, cheesy romantics.

And couldn’t help but replace the situation in her mind with her own lover.

~~~~~~~~~

The days had passed briskly, with her parents spending much of the time in her apartment, trying to lessen any strain on her father. It didn’t stop her mom from cooking all of Chica’s favorite meals as she returned from work everyday.

The evening before her graduation, her old band members all came to her home to eat with her parents after they told her to invite them. They all caught up over one of the favorite meals that her mom made for them when they first started their march toward fame. Her parents were enthused to finally hear from Foxy after he was gone for so long, hanging on to every word he spoke in his stories about the navy. They shared parenting tips with Freddy and praised him on his solo career, making the large man blush from all the affection he received from the much shorter couple. Bonnie bragged about his professional bowling career and offered different teasing comments throughout making her mom roll her eyes and her father laugh greatly. 

After that wonderful dinner, leaving her friends with wide smiles and full bellies, it was time for her to prepare to sleep for her graduation. And the first time her parents would meet the love of her life.

She wasn’t too nervous but from the various phone calls and text messages between herself and Roxy, she knew the other woman was extremely nervous. Despite the numerous reassurances that her parents were enthused to meet her, she was dedicated to making the best possible impression on them the day of the graduation. It was quite adorable if Chica were being honest.

And now the day was finally upon them.

She felt absolutely gorgeous in her off the shoulder pink dress that hugged her just right while under the graduation robes standard for her college. And the brilliant smile that was highlighted by her makeup shone through as her hair was styled to come out under the graduation cap. She joined her parents at her front door so they could head to her car and leave for the ceremony. 

The drive there held conversation between the three, excited to watch Chica walk the stage and earn the degree she worked for. All of her friends would also be attending, watching alongside her parents. And her parents also expressed great interest in finally meeting the ‘amazingly, beautiful, talented’ Roxanne Wolf. They had seen her on tv when she was promoting her EP and of course heard about her from their daughter but it was finally the moment for them to meet. 

And Chica was absolutely blown out of the water when she finally arrived to the auditorium where her graduation was to be held. There stood her tall girlfriend, talking to their friends as they waited to meet with Chica and her parents before they would part ways to find seats for the ceremony. And while everyone there was dressed nicely, Chica was absolutely mesmerized by Roxanne. 

This wasn’t new for Chica. The first time she met her, she was blown away by how attractive Roxy is. But this time was different. She had never seen Roxanne dressed so gorgeously as if she were to walk a red carpet. And she dressed like this for Chica, for her graduation. Her silver hair styled to fall in curls over her broad shoulders rather than stick around wildly. The red mini dress sticking close to her muscular body, highlighting all the tattoos sprinkled across her dark skin, almost like constellations on a clear night. And the leather jacket draped over one of heer arms definitely added the edge of danger that Roxy liked to carry around with her. 

The two of them finally locked eyes after one of the boys waved to Chica and her parents. All Chica could do was give a small wave of her hand while all her attention was still focused on Roxy. Those golden eyes locked onto her and Chica could only feel thankful that all the years of dancing had given her so much natural balance otherwise she would be sure she would have been face planted on the ground. And the dazzling smirk she got from the pianist told her that Roxy knew how badly she was affected by her.

Dumb Roxy. Being all hot and stuff. She could feel her face burning up.

Her family finally approached her friends. Her parents finally got the chance to meet Gregory and Monty. They all chatted for a while until Ballora, dressed for graduation, and Baby came up to them. It was time for them to split ways for the ceremony. 

Ballora and her walked to their entrance while their friends and family went in search of seats.

“I’m happy you two made up but I was sure you were going to drag her away and get intimate at some point.” Ballora said gleefully, making Chica’s face burn. “And it’s nice to meet your parents, they’re very kind, I see where you got it from.”

“How do you switch topics so calmly?” Chica groaned, only receiving a chuckle as a response.

~~~~~~~~~

The ceremony had passed quickly and everyone had flooded from the college auditorium to take their pictures together. Chica was on the phone with Roxy, searching for where their whole group was, guiding Ballora.

Eventually, the group finds the two graduates and starts taking pictures of the two in their graduation gowns, handing them both small bouquets and tiny gifts.

At least, that’s how it was until her mom pulled something from a gift bag. It was a laurel wreath. Her mom walked over to where she was, replacing the graduation cap with the wreath, whispering a cheeky “it’s a tradition” to Chica as she pulled away.

Chica knew of the tradition, she just hoped it wasn’t going to be a messy version of the tradition since Roxy had a dinner reservation for four at some fancy restaurant. But judging from the absolutely evil expressions that Bonnie, Foxy and Baby had, she wasn’t too confident.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I guaranteed no mess. Well no big mess.” Her dad told her calmly. “ Demo nen'notame, ashita no kigae o yōi shite okimashou. Bā ni iku mae ni tameshite miru kamo shiremasen,” he whispers to her while taking her gown.

She lets out a defeated huff. “ Watashi wa sore o kitai shite ita hazudesu. Otōsan arigatō.”

He winks at her before rejoining his wife.

Her friends and family throw confetti at her as part of the celebration, a tamer way than her mom experienced her graduation. At some point, Monty leaves the group after her mom whispered a request to him. He rejoins with two cheap bottles of champagne for mostly Chica, but the spare ends up with Ballora anyways.

They walk in and around the campus taking pictures by whatever scenery they feel fitting for the graduates. Eventually, different members of the group leave as it grows later in the evening until only Roxy, Chica, and her parents remain.

“See! Not too messy,” her dad laughs. “Now, Ms. Wolf, I believe you have a reservation for us four.”

Roxy, who had taken to the task of carrying all the gifts and flowers, stood ramrod straight. “Umm yes sir. It is down the street and close enough for us to walk if that’s fine. And you don’t need to call me Ms. Wolf, Roxanne or Roxy is fine.”

Chica found it hilarious how nervous Roxy was being to her father, who was probably the sweetest person on the planet, rivaled only by Freddy.

“Then call me Ren!” He replied, a grin lighting up his face.

“And we are not going to make you carry all those gifts to the restaurant, we can drop them off at Chica’s car then walk to the restaurant,” her mom says. “And if you are calling my amore by his first name, you can call me by mine as well. Cecilia.”

Roxy glances over to Chica for a moment, before refocusing her attention to her parents. “Well thank you then Mr. Ren and Mrs. Cecilia.”

Chica could see her mom goodnaturedly eye roll while her dad pouts at the use of title. Chica knows that it was because Roxanne was still nervous about meeting her parents and signaled to them to let her grow more comfortable for it.

The two of them share a look then a nod and head for where Chica had parked her car to drop off the gifts then enjoy a leisure stroll before the dinner.

The two of them ask Roxanne a lot of questions about different things. Each story and detail that Roxy tells them gets soaked up by both of their eager ears. They share their own stories and slowly allow Roxy to feel less anxious. By the time they were seated for dinner, it would have been hard to tell if the speed they were all speaking at was caused by the wine they were drinking or by the unbridled enthusiasm the quartet had.

“-So then Tio Chip walked in and yelled ‘ ¡¿Cómo hiciste esto?!’ and I had no clue how to react so I just said ‘Lunch’ while holding out the pan that was on fire. That was when he decided that I made a much better mechanic and wait staff, than a back up chef.”

“But you did warn him that you understand car oil better than cooking oil,” her dad chuckled.

She let out a sharp bark of laughter, “Exactly! I gave him the warning up front. But, that’s exactly why I’m so thankful that you taught Chica how to cook, Cecilia. She is a master in the kitchen and is becoming an excellent teacher.”

Her mom finally pulled away from her hands, a strained smile on her face and a sympathetic shake of her head. “As long as she keeps you away from grease, I’m sure you won’t start anymore fires.”

“That is the goal,” Chica giggled, grabbing Roxy’s hand to shake it around playfully.

“Oh Roxanne, I’m grateful I wasn’t that bad when I met Cilia. I could at least cook a mostly edible meal for myself. But I will tell you, those cooking lessons never get boring as time passes.”

“Oh amore. With how sweet you are being, there will be no need for dessert.” Chica’s mom cups his face. “ But , those serenades you did on the guitar definitely made my heart swoon. And I think Chica definitely got more use from those than I ever did.” She nodded towards Roxanne.

“Mom,” Chica groaned.

“Yes, darling, but I’m sure that your knowledge of food helped speak to the soul as well. And teaching us both your native tongue, a romantic language, speaks of your amazing influence and patience.”

“ Hai fatto lo stesso, amore.”

Chica didn’t mind their compliments contest usually. She always found them cute to see her parents get into them. But she couldn’t help but be embarrassed about it while in front of her girlfriend. Especially since they were including her in their praise, almost bragging about her. “Mom, Dad…”

Roxy then began to chuckle, catching the attention of the other two

“Trust me, neither one of yours patience went to waste. You raised any amazingly intelligent, beautiful, and kind woman with musical and cooking genius.” Roxy was staring deep into Chica’s eyes, nothing but warmth staring at her. “She’s so strong even if she doesn’t realize it and so understanding. Everyday, I am beyond thankful that her car broke down and landed her in my shop to give me the chance to meet her.”

The two of them stared at each other like there was nothing else in the world. And there really wasn’t for them when they believed the most dazzling sight to be staring right in front of them. Chica felt herself leaning forward for a kiss until she remembered that this was a dinner with her parents in a restaurant . So she only gave Roxy a quick peck before quickly pulling away as red erupted across her whole face.

Roxy soon seemed to come back to the present as well, becoming bashful again. “I’m just proud of her as well. And wanted to share my own praise for her too in all the excitement.” She takes a nervous sip of her wine.

“I believe you are right, Roxy. Besides I think I was getting too excited back there,” her dad said, letting a small cough slip out as he reached for his water.

“Careful, Ren. While I adore your compliments, it is best not to overdo it.” She soothes her husband while he drinks from the glass.

“I know, Cilia.” He smiles to his wife and daughter, then turns to Roxy. “But I’m happy you have such high words about Chica. I thank you. And am glad that you will be there for her…”

“...To love and support her,” her mom continued her husband’s thoughts. “And you will always be welcome in this family, Roxanne.”

Roxy looks almost shocked for a moment and a heart-melting smile morphs her face. She gives a quick, unconscious squeeze to Chica’s hand that makes Chica light up.

The food they had ordered showed up soon after that.

“Well this dinner is meant to celebrate Chica though, so I think the three of us deserve to shower her in praise,” Roxanne adds before they take their first bites.

“I agree,” both parents say. 

Roxanne begins to eat first while both of parents lock eyes with Chica. Both have looks of approval and what seems like relief, happy for their daughter. Excited to see what the future has for college graduate, Chica Toiru.

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Feeling proud of someone else was a rare experience for Roxanne.

For the longest time, the only person she could be proud of was herself. Her own achievements. Her own accomplishments. When you get compared to someone else everyday and have to prove your worth, you develop pride in your independence. In the name you make for yourself.

So feeling that pride for someone else was slightly jarring.

She could probably list all the times she felt proud of someone else on one hand. Once for Foxy before their relationship soured and a couple times for Monty.

But the pride she felt in Chica made her want to scream how amazed she was by her girlfriend to the whole world. She wanted to run from corner to corner to brag about how brilliant her college graduate girlfriend was.

Which was exactly what she did when the two of them met up with their friends the following day after the graduation ceremony.

They all made Chica wear the wreath crown once more. Bonnie prepared a chicken-like outfit for the poor woman and then paraded her around downtown. 

Roxanne should’ve known that all the questions that Bonnie and Foxy were asking Cecilia after seeing her bring out the crown should have concerned her. At least they didn’t take the extra steps and decide to throw extra messy things at her along with all the humiliating comments. But Roxy already knew that she would still be seeing glitter come off of Chica for months. 

But it made Roxy’s heart race regardless everytime Chica smiled at all the public humiliation her friends were subjecting her to due to her huge accomplishment. Even if she looked absolutely ridiculous. 

And the others made her blush every once in a while during the humiliation ritual but Roxy knew that she could beat them out. 

And beat them out she did. By bragging about Chica every step she took.

Seeing Chica’s face light up every single time was even better.

It also made it easier for Bonnie, Foxy and Monty to say actual embarrassing things while her guard was down. But eventually the teasing and mocking had to come to an end. They did have a karaoke night to get to afterall.

So after letting Chica take a shower and change at Roxy’s apartment, it was time for their whole group to head to Music Man’s Bar, where they already had Roxy’s regular table reserved. 

The place was packed too. Roxanne had originally wanted to try and reserve the bar for their little group, similar to how Monty was able to reserve the place. She, however, didn’t have the advantage since it wasn’t just any ordinary weekend but graduation weekend. MM told her that all the fresh graduates would come to the bar in swarms and he could not afford to miss out on the revenue. Which also meant that her normal table that was reserved for her, Monty and the Mediocre Melodies would not be available, nor would any extra seats.

But Roxanne is stubborn. And especially since it was meant to be a day of celebration for Chica, she was not backing down from her spot. So she now had a debt in the form of a special favor for MM which she knew wouldn’t be too bad. Besides, it was well worth it to get the perfect spot between the stage and the bar for herself and all her friends.

And getting to take her normal seat while music thumped across the whole bar, Chica staying firmly tucked under her arm while Monty brought their drinks down in front of them.

It was nice. She felt at ease after a long time.

Monty placed the shots in front of their group, halting all their side conversations. They hand one out to each person except for Roxy, placing a glass of water for her instead. Once all the drinks are passed out, she moves her arm off of Chica’s shoulders.

“I think our graduates should give a little speech before the celebration can really get rolling,” Roxy happily yells to the rest of the group, grabbing her glass of water and raising it. In return she gets glasses raised and cheers of agreement. She even gets a reluctant smile from Ballora who was playfully shoved into standing along with Chica.

Chica herself stands up a little hesitantly, but raises her glass as well. Roxy watches as Chica and Ballora share a silent conversation with their eyes ending with a slight nod from Ballora.

“Let me just start by thanking all of you for joining myself and Chica for our great accomplishment. It’s been fun learning so much and getting to know you all, so I hope we can all enjoy tonight!” Ballora cheers, gesturing her glass towards Chica.

Chica beams, looking over the crowd of people, before locking eyes with Roxy. “Thank you all for coming. Today is a very special day and I’m so happy to have you all here to celebrate with me today. Even though I’ve known only a few of you a short time, it's been the best to help me survive college and make me better than I was before, so thanks!” She smiles before downing the shot, everyone following her lead.

“Yeah!” Baby cheered after gasping from her shot. “Now it’s time to fuck it up!”

“And get fucked up!” Monty roared.

Roxy smiles at them and rolls her eyes. Everyone became abuzz with energy, brainstorming which songs they were going to perform. Chica opted to settle herself back under Roxy’s arm, snuggling into her after telling Monty what other drinks she would like from the bar. Roxy gave her a kiss on the cheek, hearing the melodious giggle of her girlfriend.

“Thank you for setting this all up Rox!” Chica gleefully chirped up to Roxy.

Roxy grinned wide. “Of course I would, it's the least I could do after the mess I caused…”

“Oh Rox…” Chica leaned out from under her arm and reached a hand out to hold Roxy’s cheek. Until Monty came back with a few drinks, placing them on the table.

“Drinks y’all,” He exclaimed cheerily. He then saw how Chica was cupping Roxy’s face. “I in’errupt somethin’?”

“At least, you’re not as bad as your boyfriend,” Roxy rolled her eyes while pointing a lazy thumb at Freddy. Freddy only stared back curiously, not understanding what Roxy was impling.

Chica, however, only giggled before reaching out for the bright Blue Lagoon on the tray, taking a heavy sip once in her hand. Roxy smiled and reached for her ordered drink but didn’t see it on the tray.

“Yo Mont, where’s my tequila sunrise?” 

Monty had just opened their mouth when Chica’s beat them to it. “Unordered.”

“Uhh why?”

“Because, hun, you have been concussed and I am not letting you have any hard drinks.” Chica smiled, venom leaking into her words. Enough to intimidate Roxy.