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Hannah & FallaciousGod
Gypsy flinched by the sudden contact and stood up right. She found a stool at the bar and sat. "Something you don't know about me?" She said. She didn't want to start deep conversation and have to explain herself to a drunk Amethyst. She decided to keep it simple, "When I was 15, I didn't understand the concept of bras, and I thought my dad was just being controlling when he told me to wear one." She began to laugh, already tickled by the memory. "So everyday when I got to school, I would take it off. The teachers were too polite to say anything, and our councilor was a drunk." She rubbed her face, trying to contain herself, "Anyway, so that's how I became the most popular girl in school. The strait boys loved me. The gay girls wanted me. I lost my virginity at an early age." She leaned her cheek into her hand with her elbow on the counter. Her story was true and being able to look back and find the humor in it was amazing.
Amethyst couldn't help but laugh as well, imagining what a little gypsy looked like back then. Then she thought about what she looked like back then and shook her head."Oh my goodness, soooo who'd you lose it to? It's okay if you don't want to tell me. My first time was terrifying." She smiled, sipping on her water as the butterflies in her stomach calmed, her feet flat on the floor as she leaned forward. The dress she wore that day was simple and cozy, the one she wore mostly when she knew she wouldn't be going out but still wanted to look nice.
In a moment her phone buzzed and she glanced down at it, seeing a new message from Evan, and also seeing what she'd sent to Artie. Immediately she filled with regret, but shoved it aside.
"Evan just sent me a message, weirdo, he asked me if I was drinking water." Amethyst giggled and shook her head, "that boy is so sweet. Sometimes I worry about him though."
"He's an idiot." Gypsy said flatly but didn't want to think about Evan right now. She was becoming tired. Rather she needed a drink herself, or to sit and watch that movie. "It was... Terrifying. But not horrible." She slip her hand across the counter and rested her head on her shoulder. "Who it was, and how it was, is not important to me now. Though it did lead me to much better things." She said truthfully then sighed slightly.
"So what do you think of Evan? You think you'd give him a chance if he was, you know, interested?" She said, speaking her mind freely. Though she didn't care for an answer, it was a change of direction in conversation.
Amethyst shook her head, "I understand that completely. I don't think first times were meant to be anything but that." She shrugged and watched Gypsy's change of structure and she grabbed the drinks from the counter and moved back toward the living room, "Cmon we have a movie to watch!" Once plopping down on the couch she scrunched her face and tilted her head, "Evan? Oh no no no. I see him as more of a dorky brother. Hes too.. I can't even explain it. I just don't feel anything, no sparks." She shrugged and leaned her head back agains the couch and closed her eyes for a moment, "I don't think he likes ladies though. Just a suspicion. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't like people in general, but I haven't seen him flirt with anyone. Not that I think he could." She rambled on, opening her eyes to squint as she moved her hands with her speech.
Gypsy followed the sound of Amethyst's voice, take her time as she turned on the stool and made her way to the couch. She touched the arm of the couch and felt the fabric tight against the cushion, indicating Amethyst was sitting on the edge. She slipped into Amethyst's lap and stretched her arms above her head, pretending not to notice. "I don't know either. I've been with him in public a few times. He's a bit antisocial. But, hey..." She laid her head back on Amethyst's shoulder. "I've almost got your apartment memorized now. But your couch feels a bit weird now for some reason." Gypsy pat Amethyst's thighs and laughed faintly, teasing her a bit
Amethyst couldn't help the string of giggles erupting from her as Gypsy nonchalantly slipped into her lap. Her body trembled with giddiness as she continued, finally wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, "I don't know this side of the couch is the comfiest." She laughed as their heads bumped into each other. "You know, he truly is, maybe he just doesn't know how to talk to people. We should change that. Maybe hook him up with a gaming nerd." Amethyst furrowed her eyebrows as she slipped one of her hands up Gypsy's back, rubbing delicately.
Gypsy leaned to the side with her arms rested on the arm of the couch and her head laid down. "I don't understand video games. Or board games. Me and my brother used to play hide-and-seek all the time, but I couldn't imagine adults playing it... alone... behind a computer screen... with other people... behind over computer screens." Gypsy went quit for a moment, thinking hard about the idea of video games and woaw, Amethyst's hand on her back. It's nothing. She's low-key drunk and I'm tired.She relaxed and listened to what was going on in the movie. It played quietly, about some people in the 50s or something. She felt comforted, wanting to soak in Amethyst's arms.
Amethyst closed her eyes, not even pretending to be watching the movie as she moved her hand along her back. She explored her, her fingertips falling back to the middle of the girl's back, slowly making small, delicate movements, though mostly tracing little hearts on her back. She wondered what it was like to do this just on her skin, but she quickly shoved the thought away. Despite her attempts, she couldn't do it - her mind swirled with her thoughts as her other arm hugged the girl closer to her."You know, I like games on my phone, and I remmeber as a child I loved, loved board games, but now? Eh, I'd rather go on an adventure or something. Watch Netflix. Ya know? I think Evan plays dungeons and dragons to be honest. He's king of the nerds." Amethyst shrugged nonchalantly and leaned her forehead against Gypsy's shoulder.
Gypsy shifted off Amethyst's lap and sat down beside her. She rested her head on the girl's shoulder sleepily. Her hand smoothed up Amethyst's thigh and her fingers began to fiddle with the end of her dress. "King of the nerds." She said with a small laugh, though her mind was somewhere COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Gypsy sat up right and put her hands in her own lap. "It's getting late." She blubbered, "I'm getting a bit tired." She said. Alone. She sighed to herself again, wanting to be alone and not let her mind stray back to that place that screamed for love, among other things.
Amethyst felt herself tingle, her mind concentrating purely on the way it felt when Gypsy's fingers trailed up her leg. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, a spark trailing from her core up to her chest. When Gypsy leaned back against her she breathed in, her warmth absorbing her as she closed her eyes and her hands remained around her waist."I know right? Not that it's an awful thing. He's just a dork." Amethyst lazily shrugged, whispering as she was close to her ear.
Disappointment swelled in her chest as Gypsy sat up and she loosened her grip. The sensation s in her leg dismissed as she stopped. Amethyst opened her eyes and shook her head in understanding, she was confused, buzzed, and just wanted to be touched. Gypsys felt like no other, like the world was a gentler place full of sensations.
"You can sleep in my bed, it's huge, or in the guest room if you like! Though I mean what's a sleepover then." She giggled and shook her head,"or I mean on the couch but. You choose, whatever you wanna do."
Gypsy considered her options carefully. Best play it safe."I'll sleep in the livingroom." She said. Besides not wanting to further the idea of having sex with a drunk Amethyst, she liked sleeping in a room by herself. Back in her apartment. She shared a bedroom with 3 other people. She got a twin sized bed to herself, which was fine, but the couple who also slept in the room would occationally keep her up at night, and she did NOT appreciate that. Her other roommate was a boy who slept solo in his small bed, like herself.
She tipped over and rested her head on a pillow with her legs still crisscrossed so not to rub her feet on Amethyst. "I'll be here I'm the morning." She said encouragingly.
Amethyst tilted her head to the side, watching as Gypsy tipped herself over onto the couch, "Are you sure you want to sleep out here? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She gulped, her body feeling disappointed as she scooted toward the edge of the couch, a small yawn slipping from her lips. "I have so much fun with you." She leaned over and playfully punched gypsy in the arm, "If you get cold or lonely, come crawl into my bed!" She stopped the movie credits, wondering how in the world they had talked their way through the entire movie. She remembered nothing about the movie, but everything about the way Gypsy felt. Amethyst tried hard not to think about it, but she couldn't stop her mind.
Gypsy rubbed her arm slightly and pulled the blanket down from the top of the couch. "Alright." She curled up tightly, wishing Amethyst would go to bed. She did not embrace any altered state of mind. It made her maybe even a bit uncomfortable. She imagined the regret that came with intoxicated mind. She knew greatly from experience.
She sat up suddenly and rubbed her head, "I should take out my contacts before I go to bed." She said, remembering suddenly. "I may join you later."
Amethyst shook her head, "Alright, if you need anything just call for me." She bit down on her lip and pulled herself off the couch, curling her hair around one of her fingers. Reluctantly, she ended with that and moved toward her room, leaving the door open just incase Gipsy decided to join her. She sighed out and plopped down on her bed, wiggling to the middle where she reached over and turned her fan on. The sound soothed her and she hated to be hot anyways, warmth, she always wanted, but hot? And sweaty? No thanks. She pulled out her phone and stared at it blankly for a moment, resting her chin on her arm. She still felt giddy on the inside, though her mind begged her to sleep. She didn't want to though.
(Should we skip to the next day? Amethyst could accidentally agree to meet Artie the next day then we'll roll on worth them getting back together.)
Artie banged on the door and immediately shoved his hands in his pockets, eager to get out of the cold. To his surprise, the door was answered in less than a second, and before him stood the famous Gypsy- Amethyst's new best friend to replace him. What the hell.
He squinted at her glasses then slowly lifted his hand and waved it in front of her face.
"Hi." Gypsy said, having a good idea of who it was, sense Amethyst's phone had been going off all morning. "I was just about to leave." She said blankly, trying to to give him any idea of her character.
He stared at her, expecting her to move around him. But she didn't. "Uh. Is Amethyst here?" He asked.
"She's still asleep." She replied and continued to hold her ground steadily.
After a long moment of silence, Artie noticed her cane and realized he was in her way more than he'd thought. He stepped out of the way and watched as she walked out, with her cane tapping the floor as she walked down the hall, seeming to know where she was going.
He then walked inside and closed the door behind him, moving to the kitchen where he found the leftovers and helped himself.
Amethyst woke with a start, squinting her eyes toward the window. Voices fluttered down the hallway and she immediately jumped out of bed, shoving a hand through her messy hair. She slept in the same dress last night. Noises crept from the kitchen and she immediately thought about gypsy.What was she doing up so early? She glanced over at the clock and realized what time it was. Reluctantly, she trudged down the hall way, "Gypsy! What are you doing up--" Amethyst stopped in her tracks as the kitchen came into view. A gasp fled from her lips, "Artie? What are you doing here?" She shook her head, her hair fluttering down in messy curls.
"Where did Gypsy go?" Amethyst squinted over at the couch where Gypsy was supposed to be.
"That's the famous Gypsy?" Artie remark mockingly as he stood at the counter with a takeout box of Chinese food and some chopsticks. He'd only heard of Gypsy once. Other than that, Amethyst would always say that she was busy. He'd made his own conclusions and saw that Gypsy and Amethyst had been spending an excessive amount of time together.
"She was walking out just as I came to to the door." He said and nodded. His movements were a bit creaky and fast, indicating he was coming down from some sort of upper.
He took in a mouth full of food and gestured to his face. "Her lenses were strait up black. And she had a cane. Bitch be blind hu?" He said, nonchalantly.
Amethyst rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she moved toward the kitchen. She tugged toward the bottom of her dress and moved toward the kitchen, pulling out a water and sipping on it."Yes, gypsy is blind. And yes that was her, she's awesome." Amethyst shrugged her shoulders, "I dont - why are you here?" She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and noticed his motions. She moved forward and leaned back against the counter, clearing her throat. Why didn't gypsy tell her she was leaving? Why did Artie just come in?
"I told you. I've been calling and texting you ALL MORNING." Artie continued to eat and pick through the food as he watched Amethyst from the corner of his eye. He looked at her dress, not thinking out how she'd been drinking the night before, but more of what was underneath. "You were also texting me last night. You AGREED to speak to me." He said then turned around and leaned against the counter. "You've been avoiding me." He said with great displeasure.
Amethyst's eyes brows furrowed as she crossed her arms across her chest. Immediately, she pulled out her phone and groaned, "I don't remember this." She rolled her eyes and leaned back, shaking her head, "I had a little to drink last night. I haven't been avoiding you. I just needed space. You knew that." The kitchen was dimly lit and she couldn't help but a look at Artie in his regular apparel, making himself at home. "I was gonna have those for lunch, dweeb." She scoffed, smiling lightly as to make light of the situation. Her eyes were finally adjusting to have just woken up, but her body ached to be in bed. If she were to be honest with herself, she ached to be in his arms, asleep. She didn't know what it was. Or why.
He reached in his pocket and lit a cigarette, taking no consideration for Amethyst's preference rather he smoked in the apartment or not. "There's more in the fridge." He said, referring to the rest of the food in the fridge from the night before."You have been avoiding me." He said, changing the subject back to the matter at hand. "We haven't seen each other in a month." He pushed himself off the counter and walked over to her, leaning on the counter closer to her, standing close enough for her to feel his breath on her head. "Why are you punishing me like this?" He blubbered , almost pouting.
Amethyst scrunched up her nose to the ciggerate, "Artie, you know I hate smoking. Please don't do it in here. It'll smell so gross" She bit down on her lower lip, every time she was around him her lower lip went raw - whether from her biting it or him, it didn't matter. She shook her head and looked to the side, avoiding his eye contact. Reluctantly, she felt his presence come closer, and she tilted her head back to the side.
"How in the world are you being punished?" She breathed out, shaking her head with astonishment, though her heart ached. She felt herself quivering underneath him, she much smaller than he was. Despite his junky habits, he had a good way of keeping himself smelling mildly of drugs, but mostly a musk scent she could never place.
Artie dabbed his cigarette out in the empty sink. He stepped back and gestured his hands to his chest, "Ignoring!" He emphasized, "Ignoring me is punishing me. Rather you girls know it or not. Yeah. It hurts." He said then gave a deep sigh.Artie was a bit of a drama queen. He also tended to use his hands while he talked. Though these qualities were often considered feminine- somehow the way he did it, didn't make it seem that way. His lies were his easiest way of taking advantage of people. Any decent person would see the shit spewing from his mouth, but for other druggies, and people who loved him- he was a change charm. "Go out with me. Or spend the night, OR SOMETHING." He begged.
Amethyst couldn't help but roll her eyes to the side, holding her arms closer to her chest. "I just don't understand, why? Why do you want this to work out so bad?" She loosened her arms and motioned between the two of them. Her voice was soft, as it always was, but she held her ground. Irritation built up in her stomach, but her mind took over, thinking about the way they were together. Suddenly, she remember about what it was like to be with him. His lips to hers, their bodies. But she snapped them away, "I just don't get it." She shook her head, tears threatening to spill down. she hated it when she cried. She hated it more than anything.
Artie leaned back against the counter. His faced twisted with annoyance, "Why?" He asked, hating her questions. "You don't want me back? You don't miss me? If not, you're a DAMN liar. And you know it." He said and looked at her with piercing eyes, "WHY ARE YOU REJECTING ME?" He emphasized. "That Gypsy chick? You met her a month ago and you guys are BEST FRIENDS now? Come on now." He glared at her, now throwing her own actions back at her.
Amethyst breathed out, shaking her head, unable to hold back the tears as his voice began to raise. She felt as the blood in her veins ran to her face, causing the warmth to grow intensely. "Why are you getting so upset, Artie? Gypsy is a friend. Someone who's been there for me. Of course I miss you." She couldn't help but gulp, her voice stammering, "I loved you Artie, I just." Her voice stuttered as she attempted to wipe away the tears, her body beginning to tremble, "We're just so different. I told you I can't handle the drugs." She breathed out, melting under his whim.
The memories flooded her as he looked upon his face, attempting to believe what he said was true. She knew, she knew that if he continued she would melt under him. She would run into his arms like he'd never done anything to her.
"I'm trying to quit, babe!" Artie shouted then released a deep sigh. He then reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him where he wrapped his thin arms around her. "I love you too." He murmured close to her ear. "I know we're different, but opposites attract right? You can help me become a better person."He'd said these exact words a million times. At one point in his life, it was possible that they were actually true, but at this point, his future didn't look very bright with or without Amethyst. "I'm here for you too." He said, "But you keep pulling away, and it's hurting both of us."
Amethyst wiped at her flushed, wet cheeks, cowering under his bountiful voice. He yelled sometimes, it was something she wasn't quite used to - didn't want to get used to. She hated it when he yelled at her. "I'm just trying to think about our future." Her voice cracked and pressed her face into his chest, balling his shirt into her hands as they pressed against his stomach.
"Just." Amethyst breathed out and unburied herself, looking up and into the eyes she'd woken up to so many times, the same large eyes that made her melt, "Let's take it slow." She finally admitted, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and banging against her chest. Her stomach felt like a million knots, but in his arms she felt at home. She felt comfortable.
Artie listened to her hysteria with a blank face, processing her words carefully. He then crouched lower and pressed a tender kiss onto her forehead. "Take it slow. Right..." He said understandingly. Take it slow? Are you fucking kidding me?
He was having a fit in his head, but he didn't let Amethyst see. Again he pulled her close against his chest and sighed deeply, tangling his fingers in her already tangled hair. "Things are gonna be get fine. Slow..." He dismissed most of everything she said. They were back together and that's all that mattered... that and the Chinese food on the counter. Hungry. So hungry.
((God, he's such a dick it's so hard to play her when I know his thoughts. I just want her to beat him up.)) Amethyst shook her head, quivering under his touch. Chills spread down her spine as his lips touched her forehead. The world around her seemed to be warm, her heart pounded against her chest and the tears drained from her cheeks.
"You're so dumb. You owe me big time." She whispered, shaking her head as he pulled her back into his arms. Slowly, she traced her fingers up his chest and looked up as she pressed her fingers to his cheeks. For a moment, she just looked at him, specifically noting the sparkle in his eyes before lifting herself up on her tiptoes and put their lips about an inch away from one another.
"I love you." Amethyst whispered, a small smile tugging on the edge of her lips as she pressed them to his, her heart exploding at the tough. Her body ached, missing every bit of his affection.
"I love you too." Artie said, returning her kiss then pulled her close again and began to smother her neck in tender kisses. With everything back to normal now, he came to a great dilemma- Food or make-up sex? One of the most important decisions of all time. Both. He took her thighs and sat her up on the counter, giving the Chinese food a glance. He began to rub her thigh with a sensual smile, "You good?"
A cute string of giggles fluttered from her mouth as he worked on her neck. The world seemed at peace in this moment, and her heart began to beat fast. The warmth from him pressed against her and a ball of need knotted in her stomach. "Ooh," Amethyst gasped as he picked her up by her thighs, placing her on the counter. She closed her eyes and bit on her bottom lip, opening them just to look down at him as his fingers grazed her skin.
A blush spread across her cheeks as she shook her head, "Don't think it's going to be that easy." she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his forehead, wanting him more than ever at that moment, "I'm starving. Do you want to order anything or eat left overs?" She tilted her head to the side, taking every ounce of her to not arch forward toward him.
"Over." Artie said decisively then brought Amethyst to the couch where they snuggled together and looked for another form of food besides pizza or Chinese that did delivery.He looked around, seeing the mess of blankets and the empty cans of beer on the coffee table. "Have a sleep over?" He asked. This was a little surprising to him, though he didn't show it. He didn't know Amethyst to have too many friends, and now she was having sleep overs with a blind chick?
Amethyst couldn't help the string of giggles from her as Artie picked her up. Despite her retort, she bit down on her lip and shook her head, placing a hand on his cheek as he plopped them both down on the couch. She scrolled through her phone, searching for places of delivery while sitting on his lap. "Hmm, there's this burger place. ." She mentioned, tilting her head to the side in concentration before straying her eyes toward the mess of her own living room, "Yeah. I don't have many friends, but I really like Gypsy. She's the coolest. I really love her presence." And with that she couldn't help but feel compelled to want to see the girl again. Her skin tingled with Artie's touch, but there was something more to Gypsy --
Hey, I'm so sorry about this morning. I didn't know that Artie was going to stop by. I guess you could say we made up? I don't even know. Anyways, do you wanna go get coffee tomorrow? <3 I had a lot of fun last night
She quickly sent the text before Artie could see and once again began to scroll through the lists.
Artie took a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table. "Burgers. Yes. I'll pay. Here, give me your phone I'll order." He said, turned back and reached for her phone for her to hand it over. He was oblivious to who she talked to. Occationally he would check her phone, but his trust in her lingered. As for Artie, surprisingly, he tended to stay loyal. He had some weird relationships with other girls. He didn't show care for them like he did to Amethyst though- even though his love wasn't all that incredible.
Gypsy sat in bed then grimaced as her phone buzzed. "Did someone text me?!" She shouted.
The other sat in the livingroom, doing whatever.
She was showered with "No!"s from the livingroom. She was ready to beat the person who texted her. She gave a dramatic sigh, taking her phone and went into the living room for someone to read it to her.
Amethyst leaned back against Artie's chest and closed her eyes, handing Artie her phone where it was already on the screen to order the burgers. "It's so lovely that basically everything can be delivered in big cities. Where I'm from you were lucky to get pizzas delivered." She shrugged and breathed in, pressing her palm to his chest and the other squished between his back and the couch. She hoped that whatever gypsy texted back wasn't inappropriate or negative to Artie in any way, or at least hoped it wouldn't pop up while he had her phone. Their relationship was an odd one - as they were an odd pairing, but she trusted Artie to have her cellphone. Outside of Gypsy she truly didn't talk to anyone else. A few texts here and there, inviting her to party or to the club, but that was about it.
Artie called in a huge order then drooped the phone back in Amethyst's pocket and laid back. He'd never had much reason to be jealous. He'd never known her to really have any friends, and all his friends had their own girls. He was curious about her new friend, and though he didn't suspect her to be any kind if threat, he still had the urge to make it his business. "So, your new friend. What's her name again?" He said and rubbed her shoulder.
Amethyst felt the phone drop into her lap and sighed content lay, opening her eyes briefly just to find she didn't have a text back from Gypsy. She felt sad for a moment, that Gypsy left without saying goodbye. "Her name is Gypsy. Did she say anything on her way out? I was so asleep, I didn't even remember her getting up." She scrunched up her face and leaned up to press a small kiss on Artie's shoulder, "She's so adventurous. It's so nice. I was out with the girls at a club when I met her." She shrugged, "I didn't have fun at all but I'm glad that I went!"
Artie pulled his vaporizer And fiddled with it a bit to see if it was working. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh." He said and shifted his shoulders, laying back into the couch with ease. He gave a small chuckle, "The club?" Artie never took Amethyst out very much. He was unmotivated to socialize unless it involved drugs, the rest of the time he was in his apartment, smoking pot and hanging out with his friends.
"Yeah, it was very odd. You should have seen me, I was shaking my booty and everything." Amethyst giggled and shook her head, playfully pushing his vaporizer away, "At least it doesn't smell like smoke." She furrowed her eyebrows together and glanced down at her phone. The entire situation felt weird to her, she wasn't uncomfortable, but she couldn't get herself to feel the way she had when they first got together. She pulled out her phone and wondered why Gypsy hadn't replied to her - maybe the girl was still asleep. Who knows, "What are you doing today?" She wondered outloud, pausing the conversation when the doorbell rang and she scooted off of his lap and greeted the guy at the door. Taking all of the food she gasped, "Geez, Artie." She laughed and placed the food on the small table beside the couch, "That's a lot." She plopped down into the corner of the couch and breathed out, "I really need to shower." She groaned.
"No plans today, babe." Artie said and began to smoke. He did not feel the tension Amethyst may have felt. To him it was as though nothing had happened and everything was back to normal. He sat up and started shoving food in his mouth and turned on the tv. He then began to ramble about the past events; how his friend had gotten busted for pot; how he'd gotten a bunch of money recently, but planned to buy drugs with it, then sell the drugs and make money that way.
He was truly a mess.
Amethyst rolled her eyes, "I thought you were going to stay away from drugs. What if you get caught just as your friends had?" She argued, furrowing her eyebrows as the prior stress of their relationship pooled into her. Biting down on her lower lip, she stared at the food, her stomach knotting with tension as she felt reality wash over her. What had she done? Taken him back? Is this what she truly wanted? She leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes, pretending to listen to his rambles, but lost in her own thought. Lost and thinking about gypsy.
Artie opened his mouth to answer but was cut off when Amethyst's phone began to ring. He picked it up and saw that it was her new friend calling. Hastily he answered the phone and held it up to his ear, "Hello?" "Hello? Hi! Do you know how irritating it is for people to text me?! Really irritating! That's like me sending you a letter written in invisible ink! What do you want?!" Gypsy practically shouted into the mic, obviously pissed off about the absurd gesture.
Artie sat on the other side of the phone, a bit baffled as the blind girl yelled at him. "This is Amethyst's phone. She won't text you again." He smirked at Amethyst and mouthed CRAZY, referring to Gypsy.
"Oh..." Gypsy sat on her, bed completely humiliated, hoping Amethyst didn't hear her, even though she probably could. "So who is this?" She asked, dread flooding in her chest.
"Artie. Amethyst's boyfriend." He said.
Amethyst but down on her lip, reaching for her phone and gasping as Artie snatched it away. "What are you--" amethyst furrowed her eyebrows as Gypsys angry voice tore through the phone. She bit down on her lower lip and shook her head, tears pooling into her eyes. Despite knowing she probably didn't mean it, Amethyst couldn't help but feel emotional."Artie." Amethyst whined and reached for the phone, "Gypsy? Are you angry at me?" Amethyst pressed the phone to her ear and waited for the response, her heart pounding in her chest.
Artie grumbled slightly when Amethyst got up in his grill. He pushed her back a little then gave her the phone and continued eating. "No. No. I mean... a little." Gypsy said, though it was obvious she was very sorry. "I just hate it when people text me. It's very inconvenient... if you know what I mean." She rested back in her bed, "That was Artie, hu? I left as soon as he came in." She said, trying not to sound too judgmental.
Amethyst playfully shrugged at Artie, rolling her eyes as she pulled herself up from the couch and moved into the other room. "Can I come over for a second? Or could you meet me in the hallway?" She closed her bedroom door softly, "Yeeah, apparently I texted him last night, but I don't remember it at all." She whispered, not wanting to hide from Artie, but it felt weird to talk about him infront of him. She bit down on her bottom lip and plopped down on the edge of the bed, shoving a hand through her hair and sighing lightly. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted nothing more than to just see Gypsy, to hug her, be held by her? Her mind kept wondering back to the first night.
Gypsy sat up and put her hand over the phone, listening carefully to the others in the other room of the apartment. The were acting sane for the moment, but for how long? "Uh..." Gypsy crept off her bad and to the door, leading to the living room where most of the others were. "Yeah, you can come over..." She said then quickly covered her hand over the mic again, "Does everyone have their clothes on?" She hissed.
A few people scrambled off to their bedrooms to get properly dressed. The others quickly then went to picking the place up, anticipating a guest. Gypsy gave a deep sigh then put the phone back to her ear, "Is everything ok?" She asked Amethyst. She now regretted leaving, hoping Artie didn't hurt Amethyst in any way.
"Yes, yes, I do." She pulled herself together and moved toward the kitchen, walking, but stumbling every couple of steps, but not enough to fall or have a fear of falling, "My body is definitely drunk, but my mind still feels sorta in tact?" She laughed and shook her head as she grabbed onto the fridge door and opened it.
"I mean," She giggled and pulled out lemon juice and a couple of bottles of water, slinging them on the counter before twisting one of the waters open for herself, "Tell me something I don't know about you." She leaned in over the counter and pecked the girl's cheek.