I Think I Need A Little (Amethyst x Reader)

Chapter 4: ¿Sucede algo?

You could feel the tightness in your chest and the pressure over the back of your head fade away when spotting the familiar, lavender hairdo belonging to Amethyst.

With relief now presenting itself over your body, you began to walk towards her, the few lampposts around barely illuminating the heavy darkness of the night.

She was slumped down on one of the benches located near Beach Citywalk Fries, her face looking down at her lap as she fumbled with the ends of her pants, seemingly being lost in her thoughts. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and part of her bangs got in the way of her face, though she didn't seem to mind as she closed her eyes and let out a breath.

It seemed she hadn't noticed your presence despite the silence of the night and the soft thumping caused by the rough concrete below your shoes, which led for you to gain her attention with an equally gentle "Hey", not wanting to startle her nor make her feel as if you'd chosen to creep up on her.

Now alert, her shoulders rose up before she managed to lift her head to meet with you.

"Oh. . ." She mumbled, once recognizing your appearance. "Heya, __________. What's up?"

Though you didn't want to come off as intrusive, you remembered just how much Steven had worried over her disappearance - enough for him to go around town for more than six hours straight in search for her, without so much as taking a break to eat something that could sustain him.

Frankly, he'd been worried sick and the fact that the one he relied on - Garnet, as you remembered - refused to tell him what she thought didn't help either. It was as if she had some sort of bad news she wanted to keep to herself - as if she'd predicted something unfortunate would happen soon.

Still, it seemed as if those superstitions had been incorrect, since you were now face-to-face with Amethyst, and - other than her surprise over having you standing here with her in spite of it being two in the morning - she seemed okay.

Or was she, really?

"Are you okay?" You asked, refusing to beat around the bush after having sorted and analyzed your thoughts. "You. . . You left without a trace, and we've been looking for you since five pm! Did something happen?"

You could see her lips press together into a thin line, a huff leaving the small space between them as she tried not to let a frown show over her face.

"Don't worry about it, dude." She shrugged off, standing up from the bench and taking a step forward, as if suddenly wanting to leave the scene. "I was just on a mission, and it took longer than I thought it would."

You tried holding back your words when hearing her response, remembering Steven had told you she didn't have any sort of mission assigned this week, and that they were originally going out to the beach to play volleyball. It wasn't your business to meddle as much as you were now, so you knew you were threading on fragile grounds right at this moment.

She took your silence as a way for her to say her goodbyes, yet you stopped her when seeing the little pair of bandages stuck on the left side of her abdomen.

Without thinking, you grabbed her arm, holding her back as the familiarly warm feeling of embarrassment became present on your ears and neck.