Made in the Dark

Amity Hates Phone Calls (9)

New york city, New York

Present-day

Bowie loves Amity with her whole heart.

Amity stood by her side through everything. They've shared space for years, they work together, and they spend all the holidays together. Bowie helped Amity work through her nightmares, and Amity was the first person Bowie came out to as genderfluid. Bowie loves Amity like a sister.

But holy shit, she's never been so confused.

After Amity hung up with Jackson, She attempted to explain what happened that night, September 6th, 2008. After an hour of talking, which was way more than Amity was comfortable with, Bowie's head was spinning.

"So let me get this straight." She said, "You think that the person who killed one of your childhood best friends is behind the waterfront murders?" Bowie asked.

Amity paced across the apartment. "I'm telling you, Bo, it has to be. The timing, the places, even the victim's match! It- It's too close to be a coincidence." She stated firmly. Bowie nodded.

"Ok, so what are we going to do? Who did you call?" Bowie pressed gently. Amity shook her head.

"It's not important. I tr-tried to call Jackie, the boy I told you about, but he didn't seem inclined to talk to me. It-t it might have something to do with the fact that we just up and left him after we lost... y'know."

Bowie nodded, but she knows her best friend well enough to know when she's hiding something. Right now? There's a lot she's leaving out. She saw the anguish and confusion on Amity's face and decided It was time for a reset

"Amy, go make yourself some tea. I can talk to Aiden tomorrow morning at work, there isn't anything we can do right now." Amity barely registered her friends' words, her mind spiraling.

"Come on." Bowie stood from her place on the couch. She took Amity's arm and dragged her toward their kitchen. Amity shook as she grabbed the kettle.

There was a knock at the door, causing the two to look at each other quizzically.

"Did you order something?" Bowie asked. Amity shook her head before turning back to focus on filling the pot.

Bowie crossed the space, heading toward the door. She unlocked the chain and pulled it open.

Jackson stood behind the door awkwardly. Bowie tilted her head.

"Can I help you?" She asked, folding her arms.

"Is Amity Mattson here?" Jackson asked, standing up a bit straighter. Bowie continued to survey him. Though he was a good couple inches taller than the person in front of him, Jackson fought not to shrink against her gaze.

Millions of people watching left you unfazed. Get a grip.

"What's it to you?" Bowie mused, crossing her arms. Jackson was taken aback by the question.

"Who's there, Bo?" He heard a voice call from inside the apartment. His breath caught slightly as Amity came into view.

Jackson quickly realized how ill-prepared he was to see Amity again after all these years. Gone was the nerdy little 12-year-old with baby fat and thick glasses. Gone was Elijah's annoying little sister who grew to be his friend.

"Jackie?" She breathed, gawking at the man that stood before her.

She wore ripped skinny jeans and a grey tank top with a blue knitted cardigan. Her hair was lighter and longer than it had been before, curling softly at the end. Her glasses were nowhere to be seen. She looked almost unrecognizable. 

Except for her eyes. Those you can't change. 

"You said you don't like phone calls." He said dumbly.

Amity stood in shock for a moment, her hand over her mouth. Jackson worried he made a mistake by coming here.

Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, a grin spread over Amity's face.

"Jackie!" She exclaimed, closing the distance between them.

Amity threw her arms around his neck. Jackson held her close, the shock of the moment becoming almost too much.

"You're here." She whispered. "You're really here." Jackson nodded slightly, holding on to her gently.

"Wow... you look great!" She laughed, "Come on, come inside. You've already met Bowie." Amity gestured towards her friend. Jackson nodded, wanting to smack himself for jumping to conclusions so quickly.

The three of them took their seats in the living room with Bowie and Amity next to each other on the couch.

"I guess... I guess we have quite a bit to talk about." Amity shrugged.

"Start from the beginning." He said, crossing his arms.

So she did.