Rivals on Stage, Lovers Off-Beat

Fight for the Photo

Luz and Amity stood side by side with their respective band members, trying to ignore the photographer's sly glances and knowing smiles. They were both acutely aware that the photographer seemed to be trying to push them together, and it was extremely awkward.

'Please, i would rather take photos with Mat than to be close to Luz right now'  Amity thought to herself.

She regretted telling Skara about her feelings for Luz, and it was actually the first time she accepted them, talked about them out loud. But that did not mean she had stopped to try and push them down. She was still scared, and was hesitant if she could actually trust Skara or not.

But if Skara knew about their strict rules, she definitely would keep it a secret as she promised. Skara looked like a person she could trust.

"You, green haired lady."

Lucia pocked Amity's cheek, making her look at her. Their eyes met, and it was just something about the way Luz looked at her that made her heart race.
Luz smiled, tilting her head to the side, her brown long bangs flipping to the side. Amity giggled as Luz struggled to get them out of her eyes.

"Green haired lady, please step in front of the camera." The woman spoke, having some type of France accent.

Amity stepped forward, standing nervously in front of the camera, waiting to be told what to do.

"Tilt your head, a little - Ah, yes perfect. Could you pull your hair out of the ponytail please." The French woman spoke. Amity rarely had her hair down, but shrugged going along with it, pulling her hair tie out of her hair, letting her messy green lions mane fall over her shoulders.

"Could someone give her a mirror please?" The woman shouted out. Luz snapped out of her gaze on Amity and went over to find a small mirror, handing it to Amity, getting a smile from the other woman.

"Wait...!" The woman shouted. The woman was a very good photographer. But also very bossy with how she wanted it.

"I knew it - you two would look good together in a picture."

Oh no. It got awkward again. Amity had seen how the woman had interesting eyes on them both, even smiled to herself when her and Luz would joke around. It was like she could see through Amity and be like.

Yeah, this woman has a thing for this brown haired creature.

Luz was a brown haired creature, her hair was so messy, and long, she had never seen anyone else with such an interesting hair style.

"W-what? Why?" Luz furrowed her eyebrows confused. She had hoped for dear life they wouldn't be paired, especially when Luz thought she made Amity uncomfortable from when they were locked up in the closet.

"I sensed a connection between you two, no matter what you guys are, it caught my attention." The woman grinned. Right now Luz just wanted to grab her jacket, hide into it and run out. Just being close to Amity made her feel something - she just couldn't explain it or express it.

It made her crazy. Even if she had a therapist right in front of her telling her: "Please explain to me what feelings you have" Luz would stutter and end up collapsing on the floor intentionally so someone could send her to a hospital.

Maybe she had a heart problem? Because when Amity did as told, wrapping her arms around Luz's neck, her heart was beating so fast, she was scared she would have a near death experience, because she could feel it stop for a moment. Luz hesitantly placed her hand around Amity's waist.
Looking away, biting her bottom lip, feeling Amity's eyes on her.

The French woman took pictures of them, Amity made Luz look at her, looking into each other's eyes. Luz's lips parted, as they didn't break eye contact. All Luz wanted at that moment was to be closer to Amity, as close as they were in the closet, her breathing got heavy, feeling like it was about to cut off.