What Really Matters (Lumity AU)

14. Amity

Luz was really starting to get on my nerves.

It wasn't entirely her fault. Anyone who interacted with me while I was mad at the twins was someone I was bound to hate. But then again, she was the reason I was mad at the twins, so scratch that, it was entirely her fault. It also didn't help that she had soaked my school uniform, and almost soaked my favorite book. And that I was wet and cold as she stood there, staring at me, still grinning.

I wanted to smack the grin off of her face. With a water balloon, but it wouldn't have the same effect because she was in a swimsuit.

I was always the type of person that can't dive into something headfirst. I had to map out all my options and choose the best one for the situation. Water balloon fights, however, didn't require planning and thought-out moves. That was chess, which I was actually good at. No, this required quick thinking and in-the-moment decisions, which I was less good at. But that wasn't any reason I couldn't get an advantage here, before I started fighting

Luz and a long stretch of grass stood between me and the rest of the water balloons. I was more worried about Luz, seeing as she had three water balloons still. I would've liked to say that Luz was sweet and wouldn't hit me again while I don't have any balloons of my own, but she had a competitive streak.

I knew this because she had already picked up another balloon to throw at me.

I'd always consider it a curse that the twins were always on the opposite team than me during dodgeball, but at least I had a lot of experience dodging flying objects.

I narrowed my eyes, daring her to throw it and desperately hoping she wouldn't.

She did.

I was prepared this time, at least, so I managed to dodge it and go around her, sprinting to the bucket of water. Despite being faster than her and good at dodging, she managed to hit me with one in the back while I ran.

And since I got to the bucket first, I scooped up as many as would fit in my arms (dropping two on the grass that popped) to keep Luz from getting to any more water balloons. An upside to having my uniform on was that the skirt could hold about ten.

Luz was not the only one with a competitive streak. And as soon as she caught up, bent over and panting from the run, I got my revenge by hitting her smack in the face.

I was aiming for her arm. Kinda.

"That's against the rules!" she complained, pushing her wet hair out of her face and sticking her tongue out at me. "No face shots!"

"We clearly grew up playing different versions of this game," I said, grabbing another ballon from the hoard in my skirt. "My family played with as much malice and double-crossing as possible as long as no one started bleeding."

"That sounds like it sucks," she decided. She endured three more balloon hits (not all on her face, because I do have some pity) to get to the bin of balloons.

Instead of grabbing some, she just sat. In the bin. "What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

She started grinning again. "I'm completely soaked, sitting in freezing water. That means that no matter how many balloons you throw at me, it won't do anything, because I'm already wet already."

"Unless I throw them hard enough to bruise," I retorted, but she was right. All the dirty tricks I grew up with, and this was never used. And I didn't know what to do anymore.

Heyyyyyyyy.
627 words. Uh. 627 is not very many, considering that the last chapter was put out in May. But. You know how it is, you lose all motivation on a storyline but then hyper-fixate on it again, four months later, after every reader has lost motivation to read it.
I think the other thing I should apologize for is that my writing style has changed quite a bit since I last wrote part of this. But whatever.
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