Beep beep beep
I heard the repeated beeping of my alarm clock, that drilled into my head with the same monotone ringing. Tempted to go back to sleep, I rolled over, and smushed my face into my pillow. The door to the room opened, and footsteps came over to my bed. They were humming 'hello I love you', and I opened a squinted eye.
Roy was folding some of his clothes on his bed, and had leaned over to turn off my alarm. He had just come out of the shower, so his short hair was wet, and a plain towel was wrapped around his hips. Beads of water ran down his chest, and toned, tanned arms, and I couldn't help but discreetly stare at him out of my half opened eye.
"Eww. I hate that song." I murmured, with a tired smirk.
He turned to me with a sweet smile, and stared down at me, contorted and completely wrapped up in my blankets. "Good morning to you too." he replied.
I grunted, not able to take my eyes off of him, and stretched. Luckily, he either didn't notice that I was staring, or didn't care. "Whattimeisit?" I slurred, my words forming into one unannunciated mush.
Roy fluffed up his pillow and made his bed. "10." he replied. He laughed as he got a long groan from me in reply. He continued, seeing that I couldn't be bothered. "Some of the guys and I are going out for a meal in about an hour, wanna come?"
This received a further groan from me. "I'm so tiredddd." I moaned.
He put his hand on his hip, and paused in making the bed. "I'll buy you coffee on the way there."
I grinned, and tried to wriggle out of my bed. This just resulted in my landing on the floor in a heap, and Roy giggling, in that little high pitched giggle he hardly ever showed to anyone.
I grinned at him, my cheeks burning crimson, and gave him casual finger guns, like I meant to do that. He raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that, you slag." I retorted, as he simply stared down at me condescendingly with a smirk.
"Why not?" he purred, flashing his bright white teeth, and pushing back his hair.
I smirked, quickly darting up and swiftly grabbing the towel that was wrapped loosely around Roy's waist. I took a small glance back at him, grinning, and disappeared into the bathroom.
"Cunt!" I heard him call after me.
It was quite small and cramped, and only held a shower, toilet, and a body length mirror. The walls were thin and white, and didn't look look like they wouldn't hide much. I ran a cool shower, and let the droplets run down my body. I wash my hair will some of the shampoo Roy had brought, because I was currently too lazy to go back and get my own. My inner chola caught onto the beat of 'Don't Touch My Hair Hoe', and without a care in the world, I hummed it loudly. I ran my hands down my body slowly, and grinded against the shower wall, like I was in some kind of rap video. I was such I whore, I remarked to myself, grinning.
I checked my appearance in the mirror, making sure I was completely clean, and loosely tied the towel around my hips. Of course, I couldn't help but make myself look as naturally sexy as possible so I could tease Roy.
Exiting the bathroom slowly, and feeling my own aura, I smirked at Roy, who was now fully changed, and slightly mischievous looking. I walked calmly over to my bed, bending over just slightly. He turned to me, and I felt his eyes on my body.
"Just get changed already, you whore." he laughed.
I burst out laughing. "You're just sour, bitch."
He rolled his eyes. "Just hurry the fuck up, we've got half an hour, and I still need to get you coffee."
I pulled my pants on and he looked away. Boo hoo, he was totally into my body. I changed into the jeans from the day before - because fuck it - along with a Sharon Needles shirt which was starting to look a bit worn at the edges. I slipped on my shoes, and a black beanie, and posed like I was in a pageant. Roy turned back to me, smirking, and stood up, relieved.
He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a smart black button up shirt. Roy always made me look like ratchet street trash, and honestly I didn't mind that anyway.
Shane and Ben had already left to go out, so the place was pretty much empty. We took a cab into the central square, where most of the stores were, and started walking to Starbucks. We had our heads faced downwards, and our hands firmly tucked in our pockets so hopefully we wouldn't be recognised. My hair was still slightly damp and I didn't want to look like a tired mess in any photos.
We managed to make it to the coffee place, and I took two seats near the back of the Starbucks, and furthest away from the window. We were tucked up in a corner facing away from everyone else. I gave Roy a couple dollars to get me a frappe, but he insisted that he would get it himself.
Honestly, he played such a bitch onstage, but he was actually such a sweetheart out of drag. It was part of the reason I loved him. I paused, and was immediately thrown back into the torrential storm that was my feelings. I sighed, hiding my head in my hands. I felt a little better knowing that Ben knew, but I still had the huge task of telling Roy. He was so good to me, and I didn't was to spoil that. I knew there would be a time to tell him, but I wasn't quite sure when that time was going to be.
"Here's your sugar infused mess, you mess." Roy chuckled, placing it next to my head, and I lifted myself off the table and smiled, quickly sipping that said mess up in less than a minute.
Roy watched me, slowly sipping his cappuccino, before his face formed into a smirk. "The boys must love you."
I almost choked on the little bit of coffee in my mouth, as the dirty joke sunk in. "I'm a woman of many talents."
Roy rolled his eyes, and hid a large toothy smile behind his coffee cup. I kept nudging his legs as I swung my feet back and forth, so he started nudging mine also. His legs were long and thin, so I couldn't help but come into contact with them as I kicked them out.
A while later, we walked out of the Starbucks, and slowly made our way to the restaurant. We made small talk mostly about food, until we got there, with five minutes to spare. The restaurant was dark, and cosy, with jazz music quietly filling the silence. We were led to our reserved seat, a booth near the back, lit by candlelight.
I immediately flopped down on the sofa, scanning the menu, and Roy sat, leaving at least a metre between us, so it wouldn't be awkward. All I really wanted to do, was lean on his shoulder, and hear his laughter rumbling against his chest. Nevertheless, I quickly skimmed through the mains, and my eyes lit up as I noticed a category labelled 'pizza'.
"Oh fuck yes!" I exclaimed, grinning massively.
Roy just gave me a questioning look. I smiled even wider, my eyes bright and excited. "THEY HAVE PIZZA, BITCH." I hissed across the table, laughing to myself.
He smirked. "You like pizza?" he asked, not prepared at all for me to drown him with my love and knowledge of delicious pizza.
"I. LOVE. PIZZA." I stated clearly, not able to stop grinning. I hadn't had pizza in at least a couple months, due to filming drag race, and having to stay in a hotel far from Azusa, where I knew my surroundings. Of course I don't know where to get a good fucking pizza?
The pizza conversation was cut short as Shane, Ben and Jay (Laganja) entered the restaurant. Jay had dyed his hair green, and wore a t shirt of a weed leaf. Typical Ganj. I was actually pretty happy to see him, as I hadn't properly talked to him without cameras since we'd entered drag race. I knew how Roy and Jay would clash, but I just hoped to God that after I had rekindled my friendship with Jay at the reunion, that he wouldn't start any drama. Maybe he'd even had some kind of epiphany, and stopped the whole 'mama' act.
"Heyyy." I welcomed, scooting slightly closer to Roy on the sofa so there was enough room for all of us. He didn't seemed to mind, but still looked puzzled at why Jay was here.
"Hey, mama." Jay replied, smirking. Obviously that epiphany still hadn't occurred.
Shane grinning and began to scroll through the menu. "Gaw mate, I'm starved." he said, looking pretty tired.
Jay turned to face him and put a hand against his chest, feigning shock. "Me too, mama. I woke up about a hour ago so I had no time to eat, and I'm huuuuungry!" he chimed, tongue popping after each sentence. The two started to talk more, as Ben skimmed his menu.
I heard Roy sighed and turned to him. "I guess you didn't get told that she was coming, huh?" I inquired, keeping my voice low so only he could hear it.
Roy shook his head. I knew how much Jay's act got on Roy's nerves, whether it had just been under the stress of the competition or not. There were times when Jay said something straight up ignorant or mean, and it was always me and Roy that called him out on it. That may have made Jay think of us as twats, but honestly the act was just so fake and annoying, and even worse when Gia would start teaming up on me. God I hated that one track minded, wonky eyelashed cunt. She said some funny things but she was just so... ignorant.
"If he tries any bullshit then this chola's got your back okay? And you can just, I don't know, fling pieces of pizza in his hair or some dumb shit." I again spoke quietly.
Roy cracked a smile, and a little laugh, and grabbed my hand, giving it a light squeeze before we turned back to listen to Jay's transparent bullshit. As I caught Ben's eyes, I noticed him wiggling his eyebrows at me, over the top of his menu. I mouthed 'shut up' at him with a grin, before we were interrupted by a waitress.
Shane ordered a salad with no dressing, Jay ordered some kind of pasta, Ben ordered a small anchovy pizza, and Roy ordered something that didn't sound like it was in English, but I heard the word chicken so I assumed it was that. Of course, I ordered a large pepperoni pizza with extra EXTRA cheese, which caused everyone to look at me judgementally as I laughed.
When it arrived, the pizza was fucking massive, and it was almost too big. But no pizza was too big for Daniel 'motherfucking' Noriega the pizza destroyer, so I wasn't fussed. We dug right in, though Courtney was slightly more delicate in it than the rest of us. My pizza came with a fork but I did it the way my mom taught me, and picked each of the four pieces up with my hands.
Roy laughed. "Shane, I thought I said you said you were starving? Why not order something bigger than a salad?"
Shane looked up, eyes wide and confused. "I know, I'm not gonna ruin my perfectly good body with bad fats just cos I'm very hungry. Anyway, salads are the only thing I can trust when I go to a place for the first time."
Roy scoffed, taking a bite of his food. "Meh, I just say fuck a perfect body, and just stuff your face like Danny, here."
I looked at him, feigning hurt. "Bitch! I can eat pizza and still have a great body!" I laughed, still eating.
"Hog body." Shane murmured, playing it off as a cough for a joke, though all of us heard her.
I stared her down, before taking a big bite of pizza, and licking right up the side of Shane's face. We all burst out giggling, except for Shane, who sat there in partial disgust, and partial humour. I got back to eating pizza, with a smug look on my face.
Around a half hour later, we were laid back, completely full, and I was slightly sleepy. I burped.
"You're such a lady." Roy laughed, grinning sweetly, and also looking quite sleepy.
"More than you'll ever be." Jay remarked, sipping some juice.
I internally rolled my eyes and groaned, and I sat back. Well, here we go, it's kicking off again. Roy squeezed my hand once more.
He sighed. "You do realise I'm less of a bitch out of drag, right?" There was a pause, and a stroked my thumb across his palms, in an effort to calm him down. "But... if you really wanted to got there, that at least us two 'ladies' got to the top three, and didn't have a tantrum and leave on a comedy challenge. I thought you did funny?"
Me, Shane and Ben exhaled, all giving each other an all knowing look. Before Jay could retort, I butted in, and placed a hand on Roy's leg to tell him to stop. I saw Jay getting emotional, and I didn't want this turning into Untucked, restaurant edition.
"Jay, can I talk to you in the toilets for a sec?" I asked, getting a nod from him. We both headed that way, and Roy gave me a massive over done eye roll, and made a silent hand motion of Jay being so overdramatic and talkative.
"How come you're always on Bianca's side?" he asked, sitting on a ledge by the sinks, when we were alone.
I sighed. "I'm not always on her side. I didn't like to be on anyone's side."
"I know, but you always seem to follow what she says. And you both just gang up on me."
I looked concerned, and handed her a tissue to wipe up her slightly smudged mascara. "See that's how I felt about you and Gia, but I know she's not really like that-"
Jay sighed and wiped his eyes. "I wish you were more like Gia, honestly."
I stared at her in disbelief, my mouth agape. "Dude, I thought we had sorted this! And why the fuck would you say something about me like that? Me and Gia are two different people and I've known you for fucking years! How dare you!"
Jay sneered. "I thought you would like it if I was more like Bianca. I was just telling the truth."
I just stared at him, the monster he'd just shown himself to be since drag race. I didn't know this person. "Bianca does it as a joke. That didn't sound like a joke, Ganj. That fucking hurt."
Jay stared at me. "Latrice was right, you probably do have some weird crush on her." With that he stormed out, and I couldn't bring myself to follow her. I just froze in the same position, taken aback but what had just happened. I smashed my fist into a mirror, not caring if it hurt, and ended up making a large cut on my knuckle. I didn't care. Everything was just such a mess.
I sat down on the ground, and sobbed.