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Showtime was over and Roxy was standing in front of her mirror. “I’m the best…I am the best. I am the best.” She stares at herself in the mirror, “I am beautiful! My tail is beautiful, my hair is beautiful, Chica is be..au…tiful… What am I saying!?” Her face heats up at the thought of Chica. ‘Why is she in my head? Why did I think of her? I mean yeah, she is pretty…but why’d I say it. Why am I overreacting. She’s nice and all…but why did I bring her up…do I…like her…?’ Her tail wags, her face heating up. ‘No! No way! There’s no way!’ Yet it hurts her more to think she doesn’t like her than it does to acknowledge that she does. “I…Chica…her…me. I like Chica…” Roxy’s face frowns in embarrassment, she thought how could she like Chica and when in the world did she start liking her. She growls out of frustration, wondering what she should do now. Walking over to sit on her couch, laying on it.
Staring at her plush that sits on the table she asks it, “What should I do little me?” Hearing no response from the inanimate object she groans, “UGH…” She stares at the ceiling of her room for a moment before getting an idea. Grabbing the plush that was set on her table, standing up, “I should ask her to go out with me!” Then she thought, ‘What if she doesn’t like me back?’ She sat back down. “What would we even do together?” Roxanne thought for a moment. “Chica likes food…I can take her out for some pizza…that’s if, she hasn’t had any yet…but what if she rejects me…Little me what do I do?!” She shakes the small plush version of herself.
She groans before standing up, throwing her plush self on the couch, “I’ll never know if I never try…” She walks to her door leaving her room, walking to Chica’s room, hoping she was still there.
Hearing Chica shredding on her guitar as she approaches, her ears perk, walking faster towards her door. Stopping right in front of it. Struggling to knock. “C’mon…it shouldn’t be this hard!” She paces back and forth for a moment, before stopping again attempting to knock again, “Why am I doing this!?” She doesn’t knock, instead shaking her fists in the air. Then throwing her face into her palms. “Why am I struggling so much?! Im just asking her to get pizza with me.” She sighs, “I like her, and I'm asking her out to pizza!!” She shakes her nerves away for a moment “Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this.” She repeats over and over until she knocks. And when she does, she shakes her hands, making them into fists before shoving her face into open palms. ‘Why am I so nervous!?’ She knows why she’s nervous, she just doesn’t want to acknowledge it more.
As she stood there, feeling more nervous than ever, she kept pacing. Waiting for what felt like hours for Chica to answer the door. After a few more seconds passed Chica had opened the door, placing her guitar beside the doorway surprised to see Roxy.
“Roxy? What are you doing here?” Chica tilts her head. Chica rarely ever gets visits from anyone, besides Freddy. So Roxy’s appearance was a surprise.
“I…well-I wanted to ask you out-hangout! I wanted to ask if you wanted to hangout.” Roxanne stammered with her words, internally beating herself up over it. And the fact that she didn’t properly ask out Chica, instead covering it as a friend’s meeting.
Chica would straighten her head. “Oh! I’d love to hangout with you Roxy!” A smile growing on her face, “What did you have planned?” Her face beaming with joy as she looked at Roxanne, expecting an answer.
Roxanne would stare in awe for a moment, losing herself to Chicas smile, who she now thought was the most beautiful. No longer was it just her hair, her tail or herself. Although she still believed those things about herself, she was ok with thinking Chica was more. To her, Chica was everything now. “I was thinking we could get some pizza, just the two of us?”
“Just the two of us?” Chicas smile would soften, “Yeah…I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” Stepping forward towards Roxanne, reaching for Roxannes hand.
Roxanne would stare wide eyed, her tail wagging as she reaches out, meeting Chicas hand in the middle, intertwining fingers. Smiling widely, her eyes now gleaming with joy. “Really?” Roxy would ask in disbelief, Chica nodding in response. Roxy would tighten her hold on Chicas hand. “So…to the food court?” Roxy would motion her head away from Chica.
“Mhm, just let me put my stuff away properly.” Chica grabbed her guitar, taking to beside her vanity desk. Taking a quick peek at herself in the mirror, making sure she looks nice enough for her time out with Roxy. Running back towards Roxy, intertwining her hands with Roxys, “Ready!”
“Alright let’s go!” Roxy would smile widely, excited to be holding Chicas hand, her tail thumping against her leg occasionally. “Sooo, what’s your favorite pizza topping?” Roxy would look down to Chica, “Meat? Not meat? Extra cheese?”
“I don’t know Roxy, I don’t think I can pick just one.” Chica would put a finger to her beak, thinking.
“Well if you had to pick one? Which one would you pick? OOH! And do you prefer it with regular sauce, cheese, or fazersauce?”
“So many choices, Roxy. Hmmm…I think I pick ALL!” Chica would lightly exclaim. Playing as if she won the game of choice.
“What!? That’s not fair, I said you had to pick one!” Roxy would playfully bump into Chica.
“Yeah, and I pick them all in one!” Chica would laugh, swinging Roxy’s hand back and forth with hers. Roxy would laugh along, happy that her time with Chica so far is going smoothly. As they’d cut through the pizzaplex, making it to the food court, Roxy would lead an excited Chica to a table.
“Stay here, I'M going to pick out our pizzas! They’re gonna be a surprise for you.” Roxanne would pull a chair for Chica to sit in, giving her a warm smile.
"Can't wait for the surprise!" Chica would exclaim lightly, excited to know what kind of pizzas Roxanne would order for her.
Roxanne would reach the counter, trying to decide what pizza she would order. She had to admit to herself that her saying it was a surprise, was just a fluke to make it more exciting for Chica. She has no clue how food works. She's never eaten any. How could she? To her food was a risk of ruining her paint, her hair, or her, well, anything about her. But now, at this moment, for Chica, she'd do anything. She'd stare at the menu, just ordering things that said pizza in them. Ordering a few drinks. Sodaroni to be specific, with one of each of the other ones. She knew sodaroni was Chicas favorite. Today, she was willing to try food. For Chica.
She had placed her orders. Taking the drinks in her hands, she'd walk to where chica was. "Hey, got you sodaroni! Your favorite.~"
Chica would look at Roxy with short surprise. "I-How'd you know? Thank you, but how?" Chica would immediately reach for a drink and start sipping.
Roxy would chuckle as she sat in her seat, "I guess I'm just that great!" Roxy would boast. Anything to make Chica like her more. And to her, it was working as Chica would laugh along.
"Clearly~" Chica would play along with Roxys boastful nature. "You're the best Roxy." Chica would smile widely, noticing Roxy's ears perk at the comment. "Just the best of the best!" She tease Roxy, enjoying the way Roxy would react. Roxys tail wagging more aggresively than before.
"Y-you mean that?" Roxanne would ask, leaning forward, desperately wanting a confirmation.
"I do." Chica would gently confirm. Softly nodding her head. Her hand reached up to caress Roxys face. Roxy smiled widely as she leaned into Chicas soft touch.
"I-you're amazing...you know that Chica?" Roxys smile would soften. A ding would go throughout the food court. Indicating that their food was ready. As they were the only one there. "I-I'll go get that," Roxanne would stammer, not wanting to leave Chicas touch.
She'd drag her feet, upset that she had to get Chica's and possibly her food. But immediately, lifts her spirits back up. She was possibly going to eat food for the first time ever, with Chica. She'd collect the multitudes of pizza, taking them back to Chica.
"Your pizza.~" Roxanne would bow, an act of dramatics. Chica would laugh, finding the act humorous. "I don't know much about pizza, so I got you all of them. Well, most of them."
"You don't know much? You just asked me about my favorite toppings?" Chica would laugh.
Roxanne would stammer trying to explain herself. "W-well yeah, but the names of the pizza names don't match those toppings names at all!"
Chica would stop laughing. Realizing that Roxanne was indeed correct. The names of the pizzas had no correlation to any of the ingredients they contained other than the fact they were all pizza. "Huh. you're right. I never realized that. That's funny to think about."
Roxanne would calm down, laughing lightly. Opening the boxes of pizza. Looking down at them, possibly it being her first time eating pizza. "Is...is it good? The pizza I mean." Roxanne would stammer, admittedly a bit nervous of eating food for the first time.
Chica would stare at her blankly, thinking about the question and how to answer, "I don't know. I can't taste. None of us can." Roxannes eyes would widen slightly, the realization coming to her as she face palms. Chica would quickly try to make feel Roxy better for what to her felt like a stupid question, "Don't worry. It wasn't a bad question," Chica would pause for a moment, "I don't know why, but I have a need to eat, drink and just consume. I don't know why I'm like this. Probably defected or something." Chica would look down at the pizza, her expression softening to a sadden one. Feeling a bit discouraged to eat now.
Roxanne would immediately speak up, "You're not defective!" Roxanne would shout firmly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout, but you're not defective, and never will be. You are amazing, gorgeous, and so incredibly talented." Roxanne would do her best to deny Chica of her negative thought.
"Roxy..." Chica would stare in shock that Roxy thought of her is such ways and she could feel some of her fans whirring, "Thank you Roxy. Really, I don't think you know how much that means for me to hear coming from you."
Roxanne would smile, reaching her hand out to grab Chicas. "I hope I do." Rubbing her thumb against her hand, hoping Chica would understand the message behind it.
Chica would look at Roxy holding her hand. Her fans are doing some overtime. "Maybe you do..."
Roxanne would smile widely, grinning like a kid on christmas. Looking down at the food, "We should eat. Don't want it getting cold, right? Or it probably doesn't matter now that I think about it." Roxanne would chuckle.
Chica laughed along, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite.
"What do you think it tastes like?" Roxanne would laugh at her own question, "Do you think it tastes sweet? Salty? Sour?"
"It's probably salty. Theres a lot of oil and grease. I also ask Vanessa and kids these kind of questions often. They all say its salty, well the pizza here is. Some saltier, others less. They also say theres some sweet pizza outside the pizzaplex." Chica would eat a few other slices, half a pizza gone.
"Really? That seems like an odd combo. Salty and sweet." Roxanne would put a finger to her chin.
"I don't think its an odd combo. If I could taste it, I bet it'd remind me of you." Chica would sip her sodaroni to push down the pizza.
"Me?! Why is that?" Roxnne would play offended.
"Because you're sweet and salty. A sweet and salty taste would definitely remind me of you. I bet its a delicious combo."
It was now Roxannes turn for her fans to start spinning. Her stammering as she doesnt know how to respond.
Their little pizza date kept going, small flirts thrown at each other. their fans taking turns at cooling their systems down. The piles of pizza going down. Roxy eventually taking her first bite of food ever. Although, immediately spitting it out. The grease making her feel a bit disgusted as it made her fingers glossy and sort of slippery. Chica would laugh at her reaction. Calmly reassuring that Roxanne could get it washed off.
Time went on, the pizza and drinks would be eaten and as Chica finished their food, Roxy would start cleaning and throwing away the trash left behind. Getting ready to go back to their rooms to get ready for the next day.
Roxanne would walk Chica to her room, hands intertwined, walking in sweet silence. They were both content with each other. Content with their little pizza date. Roxys tail wagging, proving the date had left her in a good mood. Chica happily swung their hands as they walked.
They would approach Chica's door. Standing in front of it. Roxannes ears flicking nervously, "Well this is your stop. I had a great time with you. Like a really great time." Roxanne letting a nervous chuckle out. A wide smile on her face.
Chica would look down, a bit too happy of her time with Roxanne, looking up, "I did too. Thank you for taking me out on this date." And in a bold move, she'd tiptoe and kiss Roxannes cheek.
Both their fans starting up, whirring to cool them down. Roxanne let out a goofy chuckle. Chica giggling at the reaction, Roxanne would smile, putting her hand to Chicas face, caressing it, "I'm glad I did." She'd lean down and place a small kiss on Chica's beak. Both of them giggling. Roxanne's smile would begin to fade, "I should get going, shouldn't I?"
Chica's smile would also fade, but then come back, "What if we stayed together tonight? Forget what Vanessa says."
Roxanne smirks, "I didn't take you as one to break the rules. But yes. I love that idea." Roxanne grabs Chicas hand, leading both of them inside of Chicas room. Stopping to then ask, "What do we do?"
Chica laughs at the question, "I don't know, lets have some fun." Smiling, she'd step closer to Roxanne, wrapping her arms around her neck.
Roxanne would jump at the touch, calming herself down when she puts her hands on Chicas hips. Smiling and leaning down, placing another gentle kiss on Chica's beak. Both of them giggling as they got onto Chicas couch. Giggling throughout the rest of the night on the couch, kissing, smiling, staring, and laughing. Having fun. Enjoying each other through the rest of the night till morning.
"I love you Chica."
"I love you too Roxy."