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Stevonnie had left a persistent change in them. It was subtle and vague, and it had taken months for Connie to notice, but it was there. It was a sort of invisible connection between her and Steven that had lasted long after they fell apart.
She’d felt the first inkling of it the first time they’d played music together. Connie thought she could play violin well enough, she just didn’t have much of a creative spark. But as soon as they’d started playing it all fell into place. Their song was improvised, but it flowed so effortlessly if felt almost practiced. Like they somehow knew exactly where the other was going.
She became aware of it as they fought in the Sky Arena. Standing in front of Pearl they’d been in complete harmony. Connie knew as she took her first step that Steven was going to be right there with her. As she aggressed she knew that he was right behind her, keeping in perfect step. And as she saw Pearl’s strike coming she knew he would turn with her and block it. She knew all these things because as did them she felt with utter certainty that Steven knew them too. They were in sync. Wordlessly connected and fully tuned to each other. Like dancers going through a choreographed routine.
She finally understood the change when they actually had been dancers, twirling and dancing to an old song in the car wash parking lot. It had only taken seconds before the invisible connection between them became a visible blend of them. It felt different from before. There was no confusion this time, they weren’t even quite aware that they’d fused at all. Stevonnie’s disparate parts had just folded cleanly into the being they’d been once before. If it hadn’t been for Steven’s dad they would have gone on dancing without noticing.
But the shocked look on his face had torn them apart. Stevonnie’s blended personality was unraveled and pulled in different directions. One way by Connie’s utter panic at the thought of her parents finding out. Another by Steven’s concern about his dad’s possible reaction. The vague sense of embarrassment both felt cut through what remained of their fusion and they both fell hard onto the concrete.
Thankfully their concerns proved unfounded. On the long drive out of Beach City to take Connie home Steven broke the silence like he so often did. He picked up his ukulele and started playing one of the songs they’d listened to earlier. In response Connie picked up one of the myriad of instruments strewn about the van and joined him. One song bled into an unplanned medley that morphed into its own little thing. Just two jam buds jamming along together. Perfectly in tune with one another through their invisible connection, now even stronger than it had been before.