My Wife Is Insane

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Short stories; TGM

"Amity, come on!" In a different universe, "I'm coming!" happiness was found.

These two new graduates were spending their time together, after having to face people that tried to bring them down, successfully bringing the other in guilt. That was for another tale, the two women were running in the new city. They were out of America, spending their vacation across Europe. Last week they got to be in Italy, having to try the pizza - Luz died gratefully that very day. Now where were they at.. "Amor, look! They got ice cream!" Luz looked through the window, seeing various types of ice cream. Fortunately, they also sold gofres.

"Love, you're lactose intolerant. Should we get the waffles instead?" Amity finally catches up, looking as well through the window seeing the gofres. "Yeah!" Luz looked at her novia with stars being held in her eyes, feels like a reference to something.. "Okay, you goof. Strawberry flavored?" 

High school was rough for the both of them, having to realize feelings, not noticing the cost of having to settle things between them. The constant fear of other's opinions, the drama being foreseen but not expected. Ultimately, everything worked out. Having to face all their problems together, and a bit of help from others too. Surprisingly Luz never knew Amity had siblings, even when she actually met them. Weird, huh?
"Ohh, yeah. It looks good, what will you have?" Luz nudged Amity, grabbing her wallet. Fun fact, they're expensive as fuck.

"I'll be having whatever you're having ma chéri." Giving a peck on the cheek. "Awww~! Sweet potato, that was really gay." Amity smacked her head from behind, Luz having to whine. They are such a cute couple! (Holding the author as hostage.)

So weird to think of — while the confirmed love bugs are in line to get their snacks — how long has it been? 2 years since it all started? Wow, where did the years go. When everything was so normal, or not actually, getting on the wrong foot. Misleading words, harmful threats. Life right now just feels great, they'll keep on traveling until they will find a place that screams absolute freedom. "Oh gosh, Amity, these are so good! Nom!" The Blight chuckled, watching Luz being a savage eater. "Damn amor, slow down before you cho-" she was already dying before Amity could've finished her sentence. Sighing mentally, having to pay her partner's back aggressively hard as hell that echoed three times.

"Dios- thanks, hermosa. I would've died without my pretty princess' help." Goddamn it Luz, you were just dying for a moment and now you're winking at your girlfriend like nothing happened?! "Shut up." Screw you.

Walking onto the city roads of France, most likely planning to get lost - luckily Amity speaks fluent French or else they'd actually be in serious trouble - putting the tissues they received from the waffle and ice cream shop in the trash. Remember kids, don't litter or you'll be looked down by your favorite characters. Even when they're hot villains. Don't be an asshole either to animals.

"You're such a bee. Oh, which reminds me," Amity searched for her phone in her Gukki purse, a gift from her mother for her 15th birthday. She thought she'd never needed it until now, such an old version but great quality. (Gukki 💀)

"Next stop, we'll be heading to Montenegro. "
Luz stared in what you call less sane. "So soon? You better not be wasting so much for little time, amor. Did you already booked everything when we were in Kansas?" Oh man, they regretted everything once they stepped foot in Kansas. All of the services they received was, no, IS total trash. Not even anyone that was born in Kansas was nice, except for this biracial, Brazilian and Canadian worker that had shifts only on Saturdays. She was really nice. "Not yet, no. In the next 2 weeks we'll go, just had to see the schedule luv. You know I only booked a hotel for us in Italy once we saw how terrible they treated us in Kansas." No they weren't assaulted at all thankfully.

"Ohhh, that makes total sense now. That's smart princesa, what made you wanted to come in Italy as first?" She held her hand, fingers interwhined. Gently caressing Amity's hand with her thumb, it was an odd habit Luz have and couldn't outgrew it. Maybe that's for another storytime? "Saw an influencer photoshopped themselves on Penstagram one day, figured the place looked really pretty." They walked until they found an empty bench and sat on it. "Did we passed by when we were in Italy?" The Blight laughed behind the free hand. "No. The photoshop itself was from Greece next to the shores I believe. They were having a bad storm the time I checked the news."
What's up with the British accent?

"Oh, hope it goes well for them. Storms are much worser than thunder and rain. Though back on track; Montenegro? I would've expected the Netherlands or Luxembourg." Amity punched the latina's shoulder. "At least you know your geography. Was recommended by Hunter, remember him? He got close to your friend group that one night during the ball from our families when he snuck out to join us. My cousin." She gave no thought and beamed, Hunter was well known for not showing his face. He was always such in pride for being the mayor's nephew but knowing what he truly was sickened him. They both, Luz and Hunter, met by accident. Which was great because the guards were trying to find him when he left one of the parties. "Yeah, Hunter! It's hard to remember that 'cause of his old title. He's the one who suggested it?" Humming, relaxing onto the bench and enjoying the little conversation. "Yep," she popped the 'p'. "he was the very first to brag, oh wait my bad, rant about it. It was his first time going in a business trip, he wanted me to go ahead as well when I would get the chance. You know how my family doesn't spoil us with anything unless they feel like it."

"Let's finish our date in France then, I want to spend every moment i have everywhere with the love of my life that is sitting right next to me." Amity gasped. "You love that pigeon more than me?!"

Up next, to Montenegro!

Merry Chrisler :)