Chapter Text
It was an average day, school was tiresome, her parents were as obsessive over her life as ever, and her siblings were a thorn in her side. Honestly literal thorns in her side were better than them, well spare Amity. Out of all of them, she was the most tolerable.
But she wasn’t focused on the ups and downs of having a little sister, no, Amelia was focused on the Grudgby ball flying headfirst into her face. Swerving around, she twisted her body, using her weight to swing back and grab the ball with a fierce intensity, a sea of green hair whipping round in the afternoon sun.
She quickly took the ball, holding it tight, and sprinted to the goal, countless obstacles trying their very hardest to stop her. Luckily, due to her training, and having to deal with Ed and Em all day, she danced past all of them flawlessly, her teammates cheering her on as she bounded towards the finish.
And just as she was about to leap and score the winning point, a suggestive whistle pierced through the stale air. It was almost like a catcall, but more sarcastic and mocking, and even now, she could see that devilishly attractive smirk on Lucia's face.
“YEAH YOU GO, PRINCESS!” Lucia hollered, whooping and cheering as if she was in some stadium. She turned and saw as Amity and Luz tried desperately to put her arms down, uselessly begging her to stop, faces red, and definitely not due to the sun.
She was suddenly on the ground, ball by her side and the buzzer as silent a mouse.
*Great.*
“Amelia, what the hell was that? You had it and you just flopped!” One of her teammates complained, walking towards her and putting her hands on her hips. Another trudged past and jabbed them with their elbow.
“She was probably distracted by her girlfriend.” They stretched a handout, and Amelia begrudgingly took it, shooting up with a sore.
“Firstly, she’s not my girlfriend. And secondly, it’s just practice. A failed shot won’t kill you. Honestly, I have a better chance of doing that.” She sassed, regaining her cool, and definitely not flustered at the thought of Lucia being her girlfriend. Sure, she was only tall, cute, a dork, and a pain in her ass (which she secretly loved), but that didn’t mean she liked her. I mean, they had a fight like 2 weeks ago!
From the bleachers the girls were heard again.
“YOU’LL GET EM NEXT TIME SWEETHEART!” Luz and Amity simply sat in silence, faces down in embarrassment.
“Not your girlfriend huh?”
“Just shut up and hand me my water.”
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When Luz told her about the boiling isles, she was sure her sister had officially gone off the deep end. What she didn’t expect, was that it was in fact real, and way more interesting (and terrifying) than earth. Over here, the food can go to edible, to wanting to eat you. Almost everything she touched that wasn’t glued to the wall, was probably alive and had at the most 6 eyeballs.
Hell the even the glue was probably a living creature.
Regardless, she got accustomed pretty quick, met the locals, and gained a few friends, mostly acquaintances with Luz since the girl was a social butterfly if given the chance.
But if there was one thing that truly eluded her., it would be the Blights. More specifically Amelia Blight. Her little sister, Amity was already buddy buddy with Luz when she arrived, and Ed and Em were annoyingly charming, but reliable when need be.
But Amelia was different.
She was a smart ass, sarcastic, cynical, short, ill-tempered, and hot.
Jesus Christ she was hot.
It took a lot of willpower to simply not ogle at the sight of her flowing green hair, brown roots peeking through the vibrant color. It took, even more willpower to not revert back to a bi panicking mess when she scoffed, smirked, shone her lively gold eyes, and wiggled her sharp ears.
And Lucia could admire aesthetics. She’s seen plenty of pretty girls in her time, so why was this one different?
Well, for starters, she had the same drive and charisma the Blights had, only she seemed to be more...Aloof. And not the ‘leave me alone’ kind of aloof. It was more of a ‘stay the fuck away from me’ aloof, the kind most mean girls had back home.
Only she wasn’t really a mean girl, as she never completely embraced her popularity. She simply rolled with it, hung out with whoever, and went on with her day without so much as glancing back.
Though she did have one weakness.
Lucia.
From day one, Lucía had a way of annoying the ever-living shit out of her. From the constant teasing, questions, and remarks, that ‘too cool for school’ facade crumbled like a chalk tower. And all that remained was a red 5’2 tomato.
“Hey Blight.” Lucia smirked, leaning against the side of Amelias locker. The girl rolled her eyes, and Lucia found a sliver of a smile greet her lips. Her soft-looking, glossy lips. Was that lip gloss? Oh wow, she’s really close, and...
*STOP IT YOU DUMBASS. PLAY IT COOL.*
“I wonder what ill kick your ass with today. I’m a little tired so maybe I’ll just stick with ol reliable.” She twirled a finger, and a pink flame emerged at the tips. Lucia backed up a bit, but caught her bluff instantly.
“You’d never do that, if you had the balls you would’ve done it months ago.”
“Ugh, whatever, what do you want?” She slammed the thing shut, turning to her and glaring with her gold eyes. For a moment Lucia was lost in them, but luckily, she snapped out of it instantly.
“Nothing, just wanted to see how the team captain of the Grudgby team was holding up after yesterday.” She leaned back in, invading the field's personal space and making her blush a bit. At least, Lucia hoped it was a blush. Honestly, knowing her temper, she could be preparing an all-out assault; but she’d never know till she prodded hard enough.
“Speaking of that, why the hell do you keep coming? It’s not like you’re looking to be part of the team.” She retorted, tone sharp but a bit playful.
It was honestly kinda fun. After their numerous fights during their whole ‘enemies phase,’ they developed a sort of weird friendship. It wasn’t like they were complete Bffs, but they didn’t hate each other anymore and talked more often than argued. Lucia enjoyed the game of wits they played, each of them trying to get the upper hand using nothing but smirks and remarks.
It really should’ve been annoying, but it wasn’t. She finally found someone who not only talked to her but could stand her, and keep up with her. Even if she hated to admit it, she’d never want it to end.
“Well, Luz and Amity love watching you play, so I thought ‘why the hell not.’”
“And you say that every practice?”
“Yeah, plus, how is me going to the games a bad thing?” She smirked, wagging her brows suggestively. The girl grew red and turned away, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks. Despite the commanding attitude she presented, the girl was still 5’2.
“Cause you’re super distracting!” Amelia exclaimed, hands flying to the air in a delightfully exaggerated manner. Lucia snickered.
“Why Blight, I didn’t know I had such an effect on you. Are you sure you’re not into me?” Lucia teased, not all nervous about what she’s saying. Not at all afraid that Amelia might catch on to the fact that she’s actually trying to flirt.
“I-In your dreams Noceda.” She stuttered, face going slightly red. Lucia took the opportunity to lean closer, not at all knowing what she was doing, but doing it anyway.
“Are you sure about that princess?”
Just before Amelia could come up with some witty retort, Lucia's locker doors mouth gaped wide open, and her leaning hand immediately fell in. She was suddenly being pulled into her locker. Wait scratch that, she wasn’t being pulled in, she was being eaten.
Right in front of Amelia, for everyone to see.
Perfect.
“HELP!” She cried, the sound muffled by the outer layer of the red locker door. “HOLY SHIT THERES BONES IN HERE!”
Amelia chuckled loudly, a sound that would’ve been pleased to hear if it wasn’t for the creature trying to consume her. She tossed and turned, hands desperately trying to pry away the full teeth from biting any further.
“JESUS CHRIST BLIGHT FUCKING HELP!”
“I dunno, this is pretty funny.” Amelia snickered, rolling her eyes fondly as Lucia punched at the thing's eye, only making it angrier. “Plus, now you won’t show up to my games. It’s honestly a win-win.”
“HOW IS IT A WIN WIN IF IM EATEN?”
“A win for me cause you won’t be distracting me anymore, and another win for me because you won’t be annoying me anymore. A win-win.” She explained sarcastically, giggling when Lucia managed to free her head for a split second, before being pulled back in by the surprisingly dull teeth (due to school policy, the teeth need to be filed down).
After a few more seconds of struggling, Amelia sighed, grabbing hold of Lucia's arched back and pulling her back. After a bit of finagling, the lockers jaw loosened, and Lucia was sent flying out, hair slick with slimy saliva. Amelia drew a quick spell circle, and the putrid smell and slime vanished instantly.
“Took ya long enough! I could’ve died! What would’ve you told Luz then?”
“Hey Luz, I got some good news and bad news. The good news is, you can be the new favorite child! The bad news is that you’re the only child...” Amelia jested, earning a slap to the shoulder. She snorted before Lucia began giggling. After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, they returned to amiable silence.
“You’re an asshole y’know that?” Lucia sneered, leaning off the locker door and hooking a finger down the hall. Amelia took this as a sign to follow, and so with her books in her hand, she began down the hall with Lucia by her side.
“Look who’s talking.”
“I repeat, I could’ve been eaten.” Amelia nudged her a bit, earning a little whine in return.
“Those things can’t eat anything.”
“I literally saw bones.”
“Not the point Lulu. The point was that I valiantly saved you, and now you won’t be going to my game tonight as payback.” She said, looking up to her and awaiting a response.
Her expression wasn’t as sarcastic or cynical as before. Her gold eyes seemed at ease and naturally curious, features relaxed and smooth.
She looked adorable.
It also didn’t help that she called her by some dumb pet name. Yep, she definitely didn’t want to hear that over and over again for the rest of her life, nope no sir.
“M-Make me.”
“Hmm, ok.” Amelia put a hand to her chin for a moment, apparently mulling over something. After several seconds, she perked up and leaned in close.
Her head traveled further and further into Lucia's personal space, lips parted and breath ragged and nervous.
*Playitcoolplayitcoolplayitcoolplayitcool.*
Yet before her lips could connect with anything, the school bell screamed with its haggard throat. They awkwardly looked at another, before scampering away in opposite directions, only to realize that both were going the wrong way. They hastily turned, walking once more and awkwardly passing by one another.
“S-See you.” Lucia mumbled, embarrassed and self-conscious.
“Y-Yeah...”
*God even when she’s awkward she’s adorable. I’m so fucking screwed.*