Gift
I know its my birthday, but a short while ago I thought of a small scenario between Roxy and Donna which I obviously shared with ash. It felt perfect to put it out on my birthday lol.
@myloveforhergoeson ofc as always owns roxy somerset!
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On accident, Roxy left her jacket at home. Not at all expecting Los Angeles to be cold on a Saturday afternoon in February. Nor did she expect it to be cold in Rocque Records. She lounged on the white couch in the lobby, leather songbook in her lap as she tried to think of the next song for Big Time Rush. The collab with Orange Rust threw her off of her game, but to be honest, their presence threw her off her game too.
Typically, the only other artists in the building were Big Time Rush which meant the teens could explore on their break or mess around without bothering anyone else. But Orange Rust set up shop in studio B and it was strange to get used to. At first, the guys thought this meant they no longer could horse around or wrestle on the carpeted floor. They quickly learned the three new adults in their life weren't going to rat them out. Myron, the drummer, even egged on Carlos and James as they wrestled on the floor.
Roxy, somehow, found herself going to the lead singer for help with her music. Probably because Donna reminded her so much of her dad, but she felt comfortable around her. She also looked up to the punk-rock woman because she wanted to be like that. She wanted to be famous, she wanted her music to reach people. Thankfully, Donna was a surprisingly down to Earth woman. Usually, the internet made jokes about how lead singers were full of themselves, but that wasn't Donna.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It wasn't that she was tired of writing pop ballads and love songs, but the guys needed a different sound. Roxy really liked Paralyzed and tried to recreate it, but it couldn't be recreated with such a poppy tune.
"Roxy! There you are,"
She jumped and looked around frantically. The guys were elsewhere in the building most likely goofing around. Donna smiled brightly and waved, dark roots were showing in her blonde mullet. Roxy's eyes were drawn to her burnt orange leather jacket. The silver zipper and detailing was so cool.
"To thank you for helping me with our collab, I got you something." Donna held out the small box that Roxy recognized. It was the type of box that her father would fold clothing into and wrap for Christmas.
Roxy set her songbook next to her and sat up. She was hesitant to open it. She loved gifts, but this was an utter surprise and she was at a loss for words. But carefully, she opened the box. Inside was a red leather jacket with gold detailing. The zipper was gold and the metal on the lapel and ends of the sleeves were gold. Carefully, as though she were handling a fragile ancient relic Roxy took it out of the box and held it up.
"Oh my God... How much did this cost?"
"Nah, that doesn't matter." Donna shrugged and plopped down in the white arm chair. "Try it on, I hope it fits."
Roxy stood up and eagerly slipped her arms through the sleeves. She was gentle as she put it on. The material was cool against her skin but she didn't mind. Most of the clothes were very preppy so this was a deviation from her usual wardrobe, but she loved it. Her cheeks hurt from how much she was smiling. The jacket was a bit loose, but it wasn't that bad. She'd rather it be a bit loose than too small.
"This- This is amazing."
"You like it?" Donna tried not to get her hopes up. Getting the songwriter a gift was a shot in the dark, and she had to hound James for any bit of information about what she liked. It was the least she could do for the teen putting up with her and her friends.
"I love it!" Roxy spun around. "This is awesome! thank you so much!"
"Of course! Like I said, it's a thank you gift."
"I don't- I don't know what to say..."
"You don't have to say anything, I'm just glad you like it."
Roxy giggled and raced to find a mirror to admire her new jacket in. She was over the moon. Especially because red is her favorite color. Donna chuckled, watching the girl speed down the hall.