We're In This Together

1. Climbing in a Dumpster

Roxy's POV

Some guy I'm definitely not interested in keeps eyeing me down like a piece of property. I'm getting annoyed. I don't even know him and he just has to stare and stare some more. Like, is one glance at me not good enough, dude?

I'm partying with Rachel, because it's my birthday and I barely ever party ... And Rachel was the one who dragged me here.

"We need shots for the birthday girl!" Rachel tells the bartender while leaning over the counter and slurring some words.

I go up behind her and pull her dress down so everyone doesn't get to see the view of her black panties anymore. She laughs, which she does a lot when she's drunk.

A normal friend would be mad at the fact that their friend is getting super drunk on their birthday, but I don't really care. The staring guy gives me too much of the creeps for me to get drunk and go into not-fully-aware mode.

Rachel gets the drinks and turns around to hand me mine. I laugh as she drinks her drink from a straw while side eyeing the staring guy. "If that don't stop—" A hiccup interrupts her which makes her mad. A laugh leaves my throat. "If that guy don't stop with his staring, I will rip those ugly eyebrows off myself."

I burst with laughter from her comment but it quickly stopped when I saw the guy walking towards me. As I watch him walk toward me, I realize Rachel was right. He does have quite ugly eyebrows, all big and overgrown. When he's right in front of me, he doesn't say anything, he just eyes me down like a piece of property

I take a few steps away from him. "Need something?"

He shakes his head in response and walks closer, getting in my personal space. "What I want is right here."

Okay, so listen. Usually, I would be really scared at this point. But when he spoke—his voice was so high pitch that I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

Apparently, it was the same way for Rachel too, cause then she yells, "Okay, bye Lord Farquaad!" She grabs my hand and makes me— and her— run in heels while dying of laughter. We get to the other side of the bar, and I'm laughing so hard, I'm bent at the waist, thinking I might just piss myself.

"Lord Farquaad?" I quote in a high pitch voice because of my ugly laugh.

She nods her head, sniffling, trying to stop her laughter but it cracks out again. "I mean, yeah! He had the long hair and ugly eyebrows!"

"Rachel!"

"Roxy!" She exclaims, too.

We grab each other's hands and start jumping—in heels, let me remind you—like almost every white girl in those stereotypical movies.

Okay, so now I definitely feel like I'm having a great birthday!

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Charlie's POV

"It's not working out for me," He tells me, so nonchalantly that you would think he's talking about the weather.

Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away. No way am I fixing to cry in front of him.

I can't.

"After two years, you just decide it's not working?" He just shrugs his shoulder in response. I scoff, "I should've known you were like every other guy. This would've been over way sooner!"

He scoffs too, but with a smile on his face. "Oh, please, you were in love with me. You wouldn't have left me."

Out of anger and hurt, I splash my drink all over him and storm off. Tears well in my eyes, but I hide them and stride high.