Pillow talk.
Jane Crocker had built a blanket fort. She'd hung a washing line across her room, draping a bedsheet over it to create a canopy. She'd removed her mattress, duvet and pillows from her bed and propped her mattress between her desk and her bed creating a large rectangular area where she laid out her duvet and pillows.
What was the only thing missing from this perfect pillow palace? Cupcakes made by yours truly.
Or...perhaps not. Perhaps those girls on the cheerleader squad were right...
Ok, the verbal abuse may have taken it a little far. Stealing the ring Roxy gave her when they started dating was certainly crossing a line.
Telling her no one would ever love the chubby little mess that was her definitely shattered her self esteem.
And that was how Jane ended up hiding in her pillow fort, curled up as small as possible and cuddled up under her comforter, face buried in her pillow. She'd already gotten through half a box of tissues from breaking down.
Perhaps she would just die from dehydration. Maybe that would be so bad. It's not like anyone would miss her.
Her door opened and Roxy Lalonde entered, backpack on her shoulder.
"Wow, Janey! Nice fort. Alrighty, let's kick off girls' night shall we? I have nail polish, makeup, cookies, cake and enough candy to give a class of kindergarten kids a sugar rush for three hours"
That's when blonde girl heard the stifled sobbing. She dumped her bag by the door, removed her shoes then closed the door behind her, crawling over to the entrance of the fort.
"Babe? Can I come in?" she whispered gently.
"...Yes please" Jane mumbled.
Roxy opened the blanket flap and crawled inside the fort. She tucked herself next to the fluffy comforter mess that was her girlfriend.
"C'mon beautiful, wanna see your pretty face" Roxy said softly, lifting the comforter away from Jane's face.
Jane's face was blotchy, her face smudged with tear streaks. Her hair was a messy and her glasses were askew.
"Oh sweetie...." sighed Roxy, hugging her girlfriend tightly "What's the matter?" she asked, petting Jane's hair.
"I'm a fat, unlovable mess!" sobbed Jane into Roxy's chest.
Roxy frowned "No you're not. What the fuck's brought this on?"
Jane mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that, gorgeous?" whispered Roxy.
"...A few girls from the cheerleader squad called me a fat bitch that no one would be seen dead with in a million years." Jane repeated.
Roxy sat up immediately, her attitude flipping like a coin. "I'm sorry. What?!" she snarled.
Jane sat up too, recoiling. But Roxy was in full rant-mode.
"Those fake, slutty bitches think they have a damn thing to say to you?! Just because you have a curvaceous figure that is to fucking die for compared to their near-anorexic bags of skins and bone, and you have a person who loves every single aspect of you because it's you and they have to put up with playing whore for every dick on the football team, they feel so threatened that they have to damage your self-confindence?!"
"...They stole the ring you gave me as well." mumbled Jane.
"Those CUNTS! Right. Forget girls' night. Roxy's going on a murder mission." Roxy left the fort.
Jane was crying now, and she grabbed Roxy's wrist before she got to the door.
"Roxy, please...don't go. I need you...Just...come back to the fort and snuggle me. We're still doing girls' night...I'm sorry." she pleaded hoarsely.
Roxy frowned again, looking back at Jane "The hell are you sorry for?"
"...I lost the ring you gave me."
"Oh babe...I don't care about that" Roxy hugged Jane tightly.
"I do...I love that ring." mumbled Jane.
"Aww, don't worry about it. I can get it back easy." Roxy grinned.
"...Take Dirk, video it and send it to me ok?" Jane laughed weakly.
"You got it, sweetheart. Now, how about girls' night?"
~
"There, say 'ooh lala madame!' because that is one hell of a French manicure" smiled Roxy, capping the nail polish and admiring her work on Jane's nails.
"...Maybe it wouldn’t kill me to lose a little weight." mused Jane.
"Janey? Look at me." said Roxy calmly.
"What?- hm!" gasped Jane as Roxy kissed her passionately.
The makeout quickly became open mouthed and desperate. Jane ended up on her back underneath Roxy.
Roxy eventually pulled away, both of them panting heavily.
"Was there...a reason...for that?" breathed Jane.
"Yes. You are drop-dead gorgeous and absolutely perfect. You do not need to change anything about yourself and it would break my heart if you did. As for all those slags that our school calls cheerleaders? Screw them, I love you. And...I'd love it if you would flaunt your beautiful self as we slow dance at Prom, not giving a fuck what anyone else thinks."
Jane's eyes widened "You're...asking me to Prom?"
Roxy nodded "Yup."
Jane wrapped her arms around Roxy's neck and tugged Roxy back down into another passionate kiss.
"I love you so so so much" she breathed against her lips.
"I love you more" Roxy replied softly.
There was a heartbeat's pause "I love you most." they said together.
The making out resumed with even more vigor. At one point, Roxy ran her hand along Jane's calf.
"Black lacey stockings, Janey?" she smirked "Hm...naughty girl much."
"You gonna punish me?" Jane breathed in her ear.
"...Well now I am. For that dirty mouth of yours" muttered Roxy, attacking Jane's neck.
~
The following Monday, Jane's phone pinged. It was a message from Roxy and there was an attachment.
The next five minutes had Jane's sides almost splitting from laughter as she watched Roxy kick the asses of six cheerleaders without batting an eyelid. Apart from when she winked at the camera that Dirk was holding, even as the image shook from Dirk attempting to restrain his silent laughter.