(past) vox

*grabs vox's hand* come on dork,lets go get those milkshakes...

*freezes for a second, then squeezes back gently* R-right! Milkshakes! *practically skips alongside you*

*laughs at his excitement* Someone's in a hurry...

*vox was in his fancy hotel room on his bed and watching romantic movies while slightly crying with tissues and gripping a pillow and eating a box of chocolates since he couldn't gather up the courage to ask you to be his valentine then he hears a slight knock at his door* go away... *he ignores it and keeps watching and eating the chocolates*

?

*he gets up and opens the door to see you standing there with a confused look on his face*

*strokes his hair gently* you're welcome, silly