DISCONTINUED
Amity just wants to make her parents proud, but it gets harder by the day. If she gets 99% on a test, well, she just could have done better.
By ninth grade, she is nothing short of perfect. She gets only perfect scores and is always the...
ok I know usually I have it switch perspectives and continue with the story but this is actually just the same scene as last chapter but like from Luz's perspective? if that makes sense. anyway
Note to self: Do not climb trees without sufficient cloth covering my legs ever again. The bark did not feel good against the legs that were bare due to my swimsuit still being on.
It didn't really matter. I was sitting in a tree. With Amity. K-I-S-
Nope, stop thinking that, I told myself. That rhyme was for children. Sitting in a tree with Amity meant nothing except that I had big fat crush on her, which wasn't anything new.
I grinned at her, even while I realized how little I knew about her. I barely knew her last name. "What's your favorite color?" I asked her, and she frowned a little. Not an unhappy frown, I didn't think, but a kind of confused frown.
"Uh, purple?"
I hadn't guessed that she would be a purple kind of person, but it did fit her. "Cool. Why?"
She looked away, and for one terrifying second, I was certain that I had made her uncomfortable and she would be mad at me. And then she started talking and I almost forgot about it. "Uhm. Well. I guess... it's peaceful. Lilac purple feels like nothing bad could happen. It feels safe, I guess. Lilac feels like reading in a library while it's raining. Like finally finding the way to sit that feels right. Like..." She paused, glancing back up at me and shaking her head a bit. "I'm sorry. I've been rambling. What's your favorite color?"
Well. Crap. That was deep. And more than I expected her to tell me. And it made my favorite color, and the reason, sound weird. It wasn't like I wouldn't tell her, though. "That's okay," I assured her in response to her apology. "I like hearing you talk." I could listen to her voice forever. "My favorite color is topaz. That's the color your eyes look in the sunlight. They kind of sparkle."
By "kind of sparkle" I meant that they looked like a million stars that somehow all fit together, and for some reason chose to bless me with the pleasure of looking at them.
She was frowning again, which I was learning was her thinking face.
I wanted to know what she was thinking. I wanted her to tell me every thought she had, and I wanted her to never apologize to me about rambling because she liked to ramble to me as much as I liked to listen, and I wanted her to want to listen to my ramblings too, and I wanted to ramble about the same thing together.
She looked back up at me, our eyes connecting for one split second, and I wanted to kiss her, too.
Maybe she would say yes if I asked.
476 words. Okay. Look. I updated like three consecutive times. Please be happy. I swear you'll figure out if they kiss or not at some point.
Anyway since writing the last chapter I've learned that topaz is not, in fact, a color.
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so this is the color I was kinda thinking of when I said that Amity's eyes were topaz in the sun. I don't think yellow is an actual eye color so I decided in this human au Amity has like really light brown eyes. and they look yellow in the sunlight. which might be a stretch but idc. also!!! I might not update for a little while because I impulsively made a tumblr just to participate in a writing event going on over there so now I'm writing for that. I swear this will not be like the last time I said I wouldn't update for a little while because the writing event is only for twelve days.
