After Happily Ever After

Luz Noceda

Tonight has been eventful so far. First me and Amity we're making out. Then we were having a laugh with our friends. Then Amity started drinking and, being the lightweight that she is, has now become really drunk. More so than I think she realises. Then she tells me to fuck off and piss off. And now i'm holding her in my arms as she cries after her in the hallway with Hunter. Not how I imagined tonight to go. 

Amity nuzzles into my neck, seemingly calmed down from her upset state. Hunter just watches us, frowning. Usually he would take this as an opportunity to tease us, but given the recent conflict, he just seems worried. I don't blame him. If it was him and Willow I'd be pretty worried too.

Amity remains buried into my chest as Hunter speaks. 'What exactly happened between you two?'

I shrug. 'I'm honestly not sure. One minute she wants to be around me the next she wants nothing to do with me. I seriously don't know what is going on with her.' 

'Have you two argued or something?' He asks.

I shake my head. 'No. We haven't. I'm not sure what is wrong. Have I done something that I'm not aware of?'

'I'm sure you haven't.' Hunter Promises.

'Thanks.'

Amity adjusts herself in my embrace, moving her head from my neck to look at me. It's not the usual loving gaze that she holds for me. No. Nor is it a harsh hostile glare of burning hatred which she have flared at me previously tonight. It is a rather sleepily insane expression, her golden eyes reflecting her drunken demur. She stares at me for a moment before her lips crash into mine, trying to force herself on me. I don't kiss back. Her breath smells like alcohol and she is very forceful with the kiss. Turns out drunk make out sessions aren't as enjoyable if one person is sober whilst the other one isn't. 

I break away from her. 'Amity, stop.'

She does stop but gives me a pout. 'Why?'

'Because She doesn't want to kiss you.' Hunter interjects from behind us.

'I wasn't asking you.' She says harshly. Hunter flinches in surprise, a look of fear plastered on his face.

'Don't talk to him like that.' I say sternly. I stand up, grabbing her arm to pull her up with me. 'I'm having a word with you. Now!' I drag her down the hallway before she could protest. I didn't even Hunter time to respond to the conversation before I dragged Amity out of there.

I pull her along, narrowly dodging drunks before entering the bathroom, which was thankfully empty, and shutting the door behind us. I point to the toilet seat. 'Sit' I say. She complies, walking, or well stumbling, to the toilet seat to sit on it, before drawing up Her knees to hug herself.

'Okay so are you gonna explain what the fuck is going on with you tonight or are you just going to leave me in the dark and act like I am a dick.' I say, staring down at her expectantly.  

She looks up at me, with a sad expression again. Tears fill her eyes and she looks away from me. I hesitate before speaking. 'Sweetie, What's wrong?'

'I'm sorry.' She sniffs, raising a pale hand to wipe her tears.

I'm silent. Just staring at her. She's currently wearing purple jeans with black boots and an awesome black leather jacket, a white shirt underneath. Her hair is tied up in its traditional ponytail and her nails are its original black. She is also wearing mascara and a bit of blush, which I appreciate that she wanted to go all out for tonight. I'm just wearing my usual snake jacket, striped shirt, Amity's old necklace, pale peach trousers and white hair and purple trainers.