ROXY

PICNICS IN DARK FIELDS

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PICNICS IN DARK FIELDS

FLASHBACK

JUNE 15, 1987 (LEO AGE 15, ROXY AGE 13)

LEO MCCLURES POV

THE MEANING BEHIND HIS SONG

I watched you through your window
I was wearing that dumb sweatshirt
I looked like a goon, I was dressed for winter
Even though it was the middle of June
I watched you get undressed
I must have turned bright red
'Cause I couldn't stand to face you
'Cause I liked what I saw
And maybe we should just be friends
Tell me how you feel about me
Do you like or like, like me?
Tell me what you really feel
Do you like me? Just say you do
I climbed up your front porch
And I doorbell ditched ya
And I felt so bad, couldn't cope to what I did
So I laughed myself sick all the way to my car
Tell me how you feel about me
Do you like or like, like me?
Tell me what you really feel
Do you like me? Just say you do
Tell me how you feel about me
Do you like or like, like me?
Tell me what you really feel
Do you like me?
Tell me how you feel about me
Do you like or like, like me?
Tell me what you really feel
Do you like me? Just say you do

I walk around Roxy's backyard in the hot summer, cleaning up the long grass of Roxanne's backyard. Johnson.... died about a week or two ago.

I've been working in the backyard, covered in sweat in a sweatshirt that Roxy gave me only a couple weeks before. I just... I wanna cheer her up while Omar is out with some stupid drunk guy but she just sits in her room.

I try to impress her, make her house a good environment so she'll come out, whatever I can do. But she just sits in her room, and when she really looks at me she looks at me with a look that screams at me to just hug her, just let her cry instead of watching through her window.

But I can't..

She grabs a shirt and stands in front of the window, not purposely of course. Then she rips her shirt off and unfolds the one in her hand. She sniffs and I feel my cheeks growing hotter as my mind screams to look away so I do.

I must be bright red....

Fuck.... why did I feel like that? Why the fuck-

No we're not even gonna bring up that idea. I don't like a little baby. I shouldn't even be thinking of that.

I rip off the shirt she gave my and see it on the ground of her patio. Can't she just be my friend? Can't we just hug? A little?

I just want her to be happy... that's it.... I don't like her. Just want her... to be... happy.

I can still see through Roxanne's window through the sides of my eyes, I see her look at me and wipe away tears before swooning.

A smirk erupts in my face without me even trying.

Maybe she... wants to make me happy too..?

:;

END FLASHBACK

ROXANNE'S POV

"Momma..?" I ask wearily as she sets down me and Leo's tea. He had no fears, his arm around my waist and my legs over his lap. His toned arms holding me made me happy.