Talk Over Sleep (Roxy x Reader)

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering chumHandle [CH] at 3:05 a.m.

TG: heeeeeeeey

TG: wassup

TG: u should totes talk to me

TG: well idk if youre uo

TG: *up

TG: i hope you are

CH: I'm here!!!

TG: das awesome

TG: high fove

TG: *five

CH: Rox, again...?

TG: idk what youre talkin about

TG: im finr

TG: *fin

TG: *fine

CH: No, you're really not...

You wish you had a way of carrying out your conversations over more than just Pesterchum. You wish you had a way of keeping her from slinking back to the liquor cabinet, that she could see that you care for her, as far more than a friend...

CH: You know I'm always awake!

CH: You should have come and talked to me!

TG: yeah i kno

TG: sorry bout thay

TG: *they

TG: *hay

TG: *fuck i give up

CH: Rox! Just talk it out with me, okay?

CH: I'm here for you.

TG: its ok u dont hafta vare

TG: *care

TG: no one else does

TG: im just the silly drunk!

TG: tispy but not wasted

TG: i shoulda gotton wasted

TG: probably woulda been les painfjl

TG: *whatever the right spellin is

CH: You're incorrect in those statements.

TG: ahut up n let me finish (l/n)

TG: *shut

TG: no one cares n 4 good reason

TG: u shouldnt either

TG: thats all i got i guedd

TG: *guest

TG: *guess

It takes you a while to formulate a response that will even begin to be sufficient. Hopefully it gets her a little better...

CH: First of all, other people do care.

CH: I don't know where you got the idea that they wouldn't, but that idea is totally wrong.

CH: What about Jane and Dirk and Jake and them?

TG: thats who i was talkin abiut

CH: What about me?

CH: Oh.

CH: I'm sure they care, Roxy. I've talked to them. Okay?

CH: You're not alone. We want to help you.

CH: Second of all, getting wasted would not have been less painful than just getting tipsy, as you nicely put it.

CH: I wish you wouldn't have touched the drinks, but I understand why.

CH: You would be regretting everything after you woke up.

CH: Also, it's 3:20 in the morning. Why are you still awake?

TG: couldnt sleep

TG: didnt wanna sleep

TG: same reason tbh

TG: besides

TG: talkin to you always makes me frrl better

TG: *feel

CH: Really?

CH: I'm glad to hear that.

CH: I like talking to you too.

No, stop pushing this towards being just friends! Now is your chance to tell her how you feel, if you'd just get over your fear of being rejected and say something!

TG: hehehe im glad :3

CH: A lot, actually.

CH: I really like talking to you.

CH: I really like you.

CH: As more than a friend.

You pound it out quickly, giving yourself no time to think before turning away from the screen and burying your face in your hands. A small ping! alerts you that a message has just been sent, but you wait until you hear another three pings before actually turning your attention back to the monitor and reading her messages.

TG: what

TG: r u jokin me

TG: cmon (f/n) thats not funny

TG: r u even srs rn

CH: I am serious!

CH: I'm a little offended that you would think otherwise.

CH: All those talks about who I like and stuff?

CH: Yeah.

CH: That was you.

TG: no way

TG: no fuckin way omfg

TG: bc i sorta kinda maaaaaaaybe like u 2

TG: *wonk*

TG: *wink

TG: so u n me

TG: could be a thing

CH: We could be.

CH: I would very much enjoy that.

CH: I just wish I could see you...

CH: Because I'm sure you look as beautiful as your personality is.

TG: cant do that but hang on a sec gimme ur number

You proceed to type it out for her, smiling and pulling your cell phone out. A couple of moments later, an unknown number is calling you, and you press the answer button before holding it up to your ear as a huge grin takes over your face. "Hello?"

"H-heeeeeey," a high voice hiccups, and you can hear her still quietly sobbing, but you can also hear the smile in her voice. "Sorry 'm like this, probs isn' the bes' way t' meet you, b' tha's okeh, righ'?"

It's... kind of difficult to understand her from the way her words are slurring together and clipping short before they finish. But Roxy Lalonde still sounds beautiful beyond belief. "It's fine, Rox," you nod, leaning back in your chair. "I know it's three-thirty in the morning, but who cares? Talking overrules sleep any day."