[Pearl And The Bad Girl]~~ pearl x Fem reader

ch.3 beach day

"BEACH DAY!!" Jerry yelled. "Dude calm the fuck down your gonna wake (y/n)." Scolded Mike. "Too late" you said as you leaned on your door frame in the same black tank top and (f/c) boxers.

What can I say they're comfy as hell. "WHAT AYA' WAITIN' FOR?! GET DRESSED SO WE CAN GO CELEBRATE!!" Jerry fucking yelled again. "Isaac's already in the van." Mike said while fixing his towel he was holding. "Tell ya what, you guys go ahead And I'll meet you guys there." You tiredly suggested. "Aww but (y/n) its your celebration" Jerry frowned. "I think (y/n)'s right, she barely has any quiet in the house this IS her celebration after all. Besides she has her bike." Mike had a light smile on his face. Such a nice but kind of irresponsible band member.

So they left.

And finally you had peace and quiet while you get ready to go. So you took a quick shower, messed with your hair to make it presentable, and slapped on a bikini top, some swim shorts, along pair of long combat shorts, then just slapped on a jacket and flip flops. You grabbed your keys and left the house locking the door behind you.

You went near the side of your house and unchained your bike.

Beach city is only a 30 minute Drive anyway.

5 minutes if you're speeding like a lunatic.

-This is a fucking time skip brought to you by bitch city-

I made my way to Greg's carwash to see if he can watch over my bike. I mean who even drives their bike on the beach? Its a pain I tell ya. "(Y/n)? Is that you?! Oh my god its been a while!" Greg ran up to you and gave you a tight hug. Could've sworn you heard something crack. "So what brings you into town?" Greg asked, letting you go from the rib crushing hug. Good ol' Greg Universe always went to your shows. How you met him? Kinda the same way you met pearl actually. Except he gave a nice simple greeting and just asked if you knew how to fix a van. "Oh me and the gang were just celebrating, I just need you to watch the bike." You said parking your bike on the side of the car wash. "Absolutely! What are you guys celebrating anyway?" Asked Greg, curiosity painting his face. "W-well...I got a number from a cute girl actually, her names Pearl-...are you ok? You look like you seen a ghost." You asked at the pale faced Greg. Why does he look so scared as if I asked out an alien? "W-w-what does this pearl look like exactly?" Asked a scared shitless Gregory. "Well she had very nice peach hair, pretty pale skin, she had a jacket and a shirt with a star with some high jeans...did I mention she had a weird bump on her forehead?" Greg almost had a heart attack when you finished your description of Pearl. "Ohhhh shit...(y/n) there's something I gatta explain to you..." Greg stated.

---one extremely long explanation of lesbian rocks later---

"So let me get this straight... This lesbian rock pearl warrior is 5,000+ years old, had a huge crush on this kid named Stevens dead mom Rose, used to be salty to you but just recently got over it, And doesn't like humans that much?" You asked with amazement and confusion. "Pretty much" Greg scratched the back of his head. "But how does one FUCK a rock? Does 'Steven' have powers?! Hell, how did you even meet Rose?! How powerful are these 'Crystal Gems'? Should I fear them?" You continued on and on, follow up question after follow up question. "Now (y/n) shouldn't you be at the beach I'll explain to you tomorrow when we have more time." Said Greg standing up from the back of his van. You stood up from the concrete floor and looked back to the setting sun and panicked. "HOLY SHIT SEE YA GREG!!" "Wait (y/n)!!" You turned back "DONT TELL PEARL ABOUT WHAT I SAID!!" YELLED Gregory. You nodded and turned back as you ran to the boardwalk and made your way to the beach.

~~~pearls p.o.v~~~

'Ugh those humans are too loud! I miss it when we had a fence. Do they really have to play their 'music' so loud?' My thoughts kept on being their salty self's as I stare outside of the window. 'That's it I'm going to talk to them!' I make my way outside the door and near the parked van on the beach. 'Who parks a van on a beach?! Agh every step I take that retched 'music' gets louder it's so frustrating its driving me to INSANITY! I sense I figure going somewhere near the van but I ignore them thinking they're not that important. I got close enough to see a writing on the buff one with glasses' back that reads 'I'm always calm'. I also see a pizza drawing on the one with crazy hair's shoulder. Black hair going all over the place almost like amethyst.

I put my hands on my ears and walked closer to their white van. I tapped the buff ones shoulder. "Excuse me! But could you please turn down your music!?"

I yelled loud enough from the buff one to hear. He surprisingly didn't say anything. He just turned to the radio on the back of the van which was playing 'punk rock radio' (search it up on soundclod its pretty good) and turned down the volume with no emotion showing. He then turned back to me and apologized with a simple 'sorry'. "HEY GUYS SORRY I'M LATE I GOT A LITTLE SIDE TRACKED AND-" Their breath stopped as they saw my face.

A/n -OKOKOK IMS SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR AO LONG FAM BUSINESS CAME UP AND I BARELY HAD ANYTIME TO WRITE AND SUCH