It's Sunday.
Rozlyn checks her phone, they hadn't decided a time, yet another thing they'd fucked up in planning this. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Whatever, if she's staying over then a 3pm date is probably reasonable right?
heading out now
Rozlyn gathers her phone, keys, and wallet. She opts to make herself look SOMEWHAT put together, throwing on an outfit of a black tanktop, grey sweatpants, and a blue hoodie... it's not the fanciest but it's reliable. She opens a drawer in the desk in her room, a small white computer desk with an old laptop on it that hasn't been plugged in for 8 months, despite the cord being mere inches away. The drawer is full of things like make-up, nail polish, pencils, lubricant, pins, stickers, and other junk she doesn't often use. She pulls out eye-liner and black lipstick, contemplating the idea.stand ready for my arrival or whatever lol
(I mean... she'd probably like it if I looked like... nice. Aside from the shower I took. But fucking... ugh.)
(Nah, going all natural for this.)
Rozlyn puts the eye-liner back into the drawer and goes to put the lipstick back in as well, but pauses.
(...Not for the date, but might as well send her to school with a mark.)
Roz pockets the lipstick, sweatpants pocket instead of her hoodie pocket, more secure and not easily revealed prematurely. With all her equipment on hand she exits her room. She stops by the room her dad's set up in, the house office so to speak. She leans her head in.
"Hey, uh, headin' out now. Takin' the car. I'll be stayin' over at her place so uh, you'll have to take the other one."
Her dad looks over in his chair and nods at her with a smile.
"Sounds good kiddo! Hope you two have fun, don't be too rough y'hear?"
Rozlyn squints at her father.
"...Kay. Yeah. Uh, see ya tomorrow I guess."
Roz exchanges a small wave with her father before walking away and heading down to the garage, she passes by her grandparents' bedroom, they're both inside watching TV, and she considers saying bye to them as well. She's not as close to them, she's even still not sure if they'd be fine with her dating a girl, but the amount of conversation after her and her dad moved in that was between them and him that focused on JUST her mom has certainly put her off from talking about her minimal love life around them. Best not probably. She keeps moving and grabs a granola bar from the pantry, snacking on it to pretend she didn't skip lunch for this date.
The door to the garage, distinctly not the garage door in its steel sorrow, opens with a quiet creak. Rozlyn steps down the small squeaky stairs. Her dad has been working to try and get upkeep done to get the house in better shape, her grandfather had been working before to keep it in good condition but he's far from a handyman by trade, neither is her father to be fair but between the two of them there's at least half of a carpenter in there probably. The house is old and it's very apparent, but she kind of likes it, the vibe is solid. The door to the garage closes with a sturdy thunk and click.
She clicks the unlock on the car keys, bringing forth a honk as the door of her dad's car unlocks. The pair of cars that occupy her garage are a soft blue 2013 Hyundai Elantra, her dad's, and a beige 2007 Buick Lecerne, her grandparents'. She enters the Elantra and turns it on, getting her phone set up and music going, volume 20, loud enough for the bass to shake the walls and capable of drowning out the metal wails of the garage door as it awakens from a blessed extended rest, having opened over 45 hours and 11 minutes ago, Saturdays were the door's time of sabbath. It feels as though one of these days it will choose to extend its break.
Now Playing: Avril Lavigne - Sk8er Boi
[He was a boy, she was a girl,
Can I make it any more obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet,
What more can I say?
He wanted her, she'd never tell,
Secretly, she wanted him as well,
But all of her friends, stuck up their nose,
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes]
She puts the car in reverse as the garage door concludes its chrome cries, backing out onto the driveway, and much to the garage door's despair she tells it to close so soon after it opened. The door clunks and clangs as it comes down, drowned out by Rozlyn's music.
[Five years from now, she sits at home,
Feeding the baby, she's all alone,
She turns on TV, guess who she sees,
Skater boy rockin' up MTV,
She calls up her friends, they already know,
And they've all got tickets to see his show,
She tags along, and stands in the crowd,
Looks up at the man that she turned down]
A notable loud CLANK comes forth from the garage door as it finishes closing, briefly startling Rozlyn.
"Shit. Hope that's not anything bad."
She shakes her head and reverses off the driveway, shifting the car into drive and heading down through Meadowbrook, looking out for her destination: The Red One Near The End.
(Rozlyn Dolor continued in the next exciting episode!)