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[SCENES] M and A; B and A; and then M and A again... a looooott!
(This scene took place about Tuesday or so.)
Amara opened her bedroom door at the end of the day, glad to be finally getting away from the gossip and funny looks. She was glad that Meg had stuck by her, but Amara hadn't been exactly truthful with her.
"Hi." Amara jumped at the sound of someone's voice in her room. She relaxed when she saw it was Meg, waiting for her.
"Oh. Hey Meg. What's up?" she asked, shutting the door behind her. Meg's expression looked strange, almost too calm and detached.
"I've just been in the kitchen. With Bobby." Meg said. Amara flinched at the mention of his name.
"Oh. Right." Amara was puzzled. Meg sighed in frustration.
"Amara, just when were you going to tell me about everything that's gone on with you and Julian? Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to let me go round, oblivious, defending you to everyone who says a bad word about you?" she asked, her voice acidic.
The blonde girl stared at the pixie for a moment, dumbfounded, lost for words, jaw bobbing in attempt to speak. "I -- I," she stuttered, deciding to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"
Meg rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You didn't lie to me, but you didn't exactly tell me the whole truth, did you? I thought you only slept with Julian after you and Bobby were over!" she explained. Amara shook her head vigorously.
"I didn't have sex with Julian before that!" she defended herself.
"What, so Bobby's lying, then?" Meg asked, narrowing her eyes. Amara sighed and looked at the floor.
"He's not lying. Julian and I... we kissed. And flirted. But I didn't sleep with him." she replied. Meg folded her arms in front of her.
"Oh, well that's fine then." she said, sarcastically.
"I know it was wrong, but..." Amara began, but Meg cut her off.
"Save it. I've been defending you! I've been sticking up for you! And now I know I've just been looking like an idiot to everyone else who knows the truth! Not to mention the fact that you cheated on Bobby! He's a nice guy, Amara! It's not fair to him!" she snapped.
"You think that I don't know that, Meg?" Amara snapped, huffing out a breath. "I know, okay? Everyone in this school knows what I did to him, and now I'm paying for it! I don't need you tell me that I'm wrong! I -- I need you to just -- to just be here... because no one else is," she finished lamely.
Meg stared at her for a moment. "You want me to be there for you? Amara, what makes me most upset is that you didn't tell me in the first place! I thought we trusted each other. I thought you knew you could come to me and tell me things. I've always done that with you, but it feels like I never get anything back. I thought I knew how things were between us, but after this... I feel like I don't know you as well as I thought I did."
"Is that a no?" Amara asked, quietly. Meg sighed.
"You want me to be there for you now but you didn't trust me enough to tell me all this in the first place." she replied.
Amara paused, watching her dramatically fidgeting fingers, speaking up once she collected her thoughts. "It's not that I didn't trust you. I was afraid of what you'd think," she explained.
Meg put her head in her hands in exasperation before replying. "You're my best friend. I might not have liked what you did, but it wouldn't have changed that fact. But... you practically lied to me. That's different."
Amara sighed softly, eyes now watching the floor by Meg's feet. "I didn't mean to. I was just... I don't know. I guess I was just... ashamed of what I did. I didn't mean to -- I wasn't thinking," she settled on stating.
Meg ran a hand through her hair. "I have to go. I can't deal with this. It's not even any of my business, I'm just making things worse for you. Just... let me think for a while."
Amara nodded as she turned to leave, not looking up from the floor. As Meg shut the door, she flung herself back into her bed, burying her face in a myriad of pillows and blankets.
(THIS one took place Thursday morning. Oh, and Mindy's a genius, btw. ;])
Bobby hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and left his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He'd chosen to leave early in the morning - he'd become somewhat reclusive, and he doubted anyone would notice he was gone. The fewer goodbyes and explanations he had to make, the better. Thankfully, the faculty had understood his decision to take off for a week - his recent behaviour had definitely helped to convince them that he needed some time to 'figure himself out'. Whoever 'himself' was now.
Stopping by John's room, he pulled out a brief note from his pocket and stuck it to the door:
Hey man,
I decided to take off early. Thanks for your help.
See you next week - we should try to get out of the mansion and hit the bar.
Don't beat anyone up or burn anything down.
Later
- Bobby
Planning to treat himself to one more bowl of the ice cream that Ali had gotten him, Bobby headed towards the kitchen. As he walked, he rifled through his wallet, checking that he had enough money for a taxi, and the address of John's friends. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the blond girl sitting at the table drinking coffee until he was right in the doorway.
At the sight of each other, the two young mutants froze. It was Bobby who moved first, abruptly spinning on his heel and walking away.
"Bobby," Amara's voice called after him. He blinked quickly and strode on, trying to block the sound of her voice from his head.
"Bobby, wait! Please, just wait!" She touched his arm and he halted, turning around to face her.
"What do you want?" he asked blankly, his face an impenetrable mask.
At his cold, emotionless expression, Amara faltered. "Can we - can we talk?"
His eyes slid from her face to somewhere above and beyond her head. "What about?"
She nibbled at her lower lip, willing him to look her in the eye again. "About - about what happened. About the way things...ended. About -" She trailed off, frustrated at his refusal to meet her gaze, his refusal to show any emotion whatsoever. "Bobby, please, can't we just talk?"
He said nothing, still staring at a spot beyond her. His bag suddenly felt bulky and heavy on his shoulder and he knew he should just turn around and leave - but he was frozen in place, unable to move or walk away. Amara continued to press him.
"I just...I need to talk to you. I need to explain. Please...talk to me, Bobby. I haven't even seen you since - since that morning. I just-"
"What do you want from me?" he burst out finally, tearing his gaze from the hallway, his expression pained.
Momentarily stunned, she stared at him, blinking away the prickling feeling building up behind her eyes. "I...I just want you to let yourself be angry with me," she said in a small voice, fingers twisting.
"I am," he responded bluntly. At these two words, she drew back slightly, as if expecting him to start yelling at her right then and there. Bobby expelled a shaky sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"You don't get it," he said more quietly, glancing away. "Yeah, I am angry, okay? You used me. You let me think everything was fine when it wasn't. You ran straight to another guy before we even broke up. And I did nothing - nothing - to deserve to be treated like that."
As he spoke, Amara swallowed thickly, finding herself unable to look at his face.
"But you know what the kicker is?" he continued, looking back at her again. "Even after all of that...I don't hate you. I can't hate you. I'm still in love with you."
Her head snapped up and she stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked. He kept talking as though he hadn't noticed her reaction.
"I'm still in love with you," he repeated softly, voice tight and thick with emotion. "I can't...it - that doesn't just...go away." He glanced down at his bag. "Maybe when I get back it'll hurt less."
"You're - you're leaving?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. I'm getting out of here. Spending the week in the city." An awkward silence descended, the two mutants looking anywhere but directly at each other.
"I, uh, hope you have a good time," Amara said finally, softly, eyes on his.
"Yeah." Bobby gave a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh. "'Bye."
Amara blinked twice and he turned, her voice small with a final word, "Bye."
(Aaand this scene takes place a little bit later this afternoon... This is SO the last scene that Lauren and I ever got to write together. *sniffles*)
With a pencil in her mouth, Amara walked down the hallway, sighing through her nose as she attempted to reorganize the small stack of books in her arms, moving her book of Chemistry to the top.
When she came around a corner, her shoulder collided violently with someone else's, another girl, and their books fell to the ground, notebooks and texbooks covering the ground between them.
Amara's fingers reached for her books quickly, finding her fallen pencil first thing.
"Smooth move, slut," the girl snapped at her, picking up a notebook, glaring at the older, fidgeting blonde girl.
"Hey, you don't even know me!" Amara snapped back, snatching a fallen book up. The other girl sneered.
"Oh please. I know what you are. Everyone's talking about it."
"Oi. Llyffant. Naff off. You don't know what you're talking about, so drop it before I lose my rag." a voice from down the corridor called out. The girl shot a withering look at Amara, collected the rest of her books and stalked off. Amara carried on picking up her books, not looking up. A hand shot out and started to help her.
"Meg, you don't have to do that." Amara said, still not looking up.
"You're carrying way too many books. You'll do your back in." Meg replied, cheerfully.
Hesitant, Amara sighed, handing Meg two Math textbooks and a notebook, almost afraid that she'd throw them back at her head, considering their last conversation.
Meg offered Amara a hand and she stood, posture straightening, as well as the stack of books in her hands. "Thanks, Meg," she said softly, almost a whisper, avoiding her friend's eyes and the other passing students in the hall.
"I'm sorry." Meg said, suddenly. Amara finally looked up, confused.
"Sorry? What for?" she asked.
"I've been an idiot. Like I said, you're my best friend. I was stupid to get angry at you over something that's none of my business. You asked me to be there for you and I let you down. I'm sorry." Meg explained, looking genuinely apologetic.
The taller girl continued to avoid her eyes, pretending to fidget with her books instead. "You don't have anything to be sorry about, Meg," she insisted. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I let you down," Amara stuck her pencil back in between her lips, eyes darting and fingers fidgeting, and Meg gave a sympathetic look to her friend and her nervous, fidgeting state.
"We're even, okay? We'll just forget about it." Meg said, "And if anyone else has some smart-alec comments like that tart back there, they're going down." she thumped her fist into her palm to stress her point. Amara giggled, pulling her pencil away from her lips and putting it between her fingers.
"Beware the Meginator!" she teased.
"I'll be back." Meg replied.
"That was the worst Terminator impression I've ever heard!" Amara commented, smiling for the first time in a while. Meg stuck her tongue out at her.
"I'm Welsh! My accent doesn't exactly lend itself to impressions!" she defended herself.
Amara let out another short giggle and the two of them began to walk down the hall, still talking. "Okay, okay. Fair point," she smiled a small smile once again at her friend as they started up the nearest stairs, heading toward the dormitories.
Meg smiled and glanced at the books in her hands, as well as the ones in Amara's. "So lots of homework?"
The blonde let out a playful groan, looking at the books as well. "A little."
"If that's what you call a little, I'd hate to see what a lot is!" Meg joked.
Amara choked out a chuckle, fingering the pencil on top of her books as they walked. They fell into a bit of an awkward pause as they made their way down the hall, the only real sound being the other few kids walking through the corridors and the sound of their shoes hitting the carpet.
When they finally reached Amara's dorm, the blonde spoke up, hesitance apparent. "I really am sorry, Meg," she pushed her door open, the pixie entering first. "About -- about not telling you everything. I just, you know... I already had three people furious with me, and I knew what you'd think. I knew that you'd be -- I don't know... disappointed. I just -- I'm sorry," she repeated, closing her door and resting back against it, looking hopeful at her friend.
Meg smiled and dropped Amara's books on the desk. "I really hate that you felt like that. I mean, what does that say about me?! I should be here for you no matter what, without you worrying about whether I'm going to... judge you. I don't think this is your... finest hour. But I know you're a good person. One of the best people I know." she replied.
"I didn't automatically assume that you'd say something negative or be disappointed. It's just," she paused to sigh, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, books plopping down hard against the mattress. "I just... didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to admit to anyone else what I did, and especially not to you."
Meg sighed. "I'm going to be honest with you. I think what you did was wrong. And you know it was wrong. But it's not like no-one else has ever made a mistake or done something that they regretted later on or felt guilty about. It's part of being human... or mutant. Or whatever. All we can do is learn from what we've done and try to make amends."
Amara nodded, knowing that what Meg was saying was true, but it didn't make her feel loads better, and she sighed.
They lapsed into a bit of a pause, minds wandering.
"Do you think Bobby will ever forgive me?" Amara asked, eyes sadly meeting Meg's.
Meg wanted to say something to make Amara feel better, but she knew it would be best to be honest. "I have no idea. Maybe in the future."
The magma-wielding mutant only nodded, looking down to her blatant, fidgeting fingers with a sigh, and she felt Meg watching her.
Meg frowned slightly, glancing around Amara's room, which was, to say the least, messy. It looked like she hadn't cleaned it in a good while: books were everywhere, a few pictures were set astray on the floor, various garments of clothing were scatterred over every piece of furniture, and a sweater right next to the side of bed, which was Bobby's and Amara had been clinging to it a few days prior.
She sighed a soft sigh, piping up as cheerfully as she could. "Hey, do you have any chocolate?"
Amara looked to her quizically, blinking. "Chocolate isn't the solution to everything, Meg," she pointed to the bottom drawer on the left of her desk despite her words.
"Sure it is," she replied, sneaking into the drawer, pulling out two medium-sized bags of assorted chocolates. Meg popped the first piece of chocolate that came to her fingers into her mouth, handing Amara the bag with a helpful smile, sitting down next to her on the bed.
PS - Lauren informed me that "Llyffant" means toad. hehe
Amara opened her bedroom door at the end of the day, glad to be finally getting away from the gossip and funny looks. She was glad that Meg had stuck by her, but Amara hadn't been exactly truthful with her.
"Hi." Amara jumped at the sound of someone's voice in her room. She relaxed when she saw it was Meg, waiting for her.
"Oh. Hey Meg. What's up?" she asked, shutting the door behind her. Meg's expression looked strange, almost too calm and detached.
"I've just been in the kitchen. With Bobby." Meg said. Amara flinched at the mention of his name.
"Oh. Right." Amara was puzzled. Meg sighed in frustration.
"Amara, just when were you going to tell me about everything that's gone on with you and Julian? Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to let me go round, oblivious, defending you to everyone who says a bad word about you?" she asked, her voice acidic.
The blonde girl stared at the pixie for a moment, dumbfounded, lost for words, jaw bobbing in attempt to speak. "I -- I," she stuttered, deciding to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"
Meg rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You didn't lie to me, but you didn't exactly tell me the whole truth, did you? I thought you only slept with Julian after you and Bobby were over!" she explained. Amara shook her head vigorously.
"I didn't have sex with Julian before that!" she defended herself.
"What, so Bobby's lying, then?" Meg asked, narrowing her eyes. Amara sighed and looked at the floor.
"He's not lying. Julian and I... we kissed. And flirted. But I didn't sleep with him." she replied. Meg folded her arms in front of her.
"Oh, well that's fine then." she said, sarcastically.
"I know it was wrong, but..." Amara began, but Meg cut her off.
"Save it. I've been defending you! I've been sticking up for you! And now I know I've just been looking like an idiot to everyone else who knows the truth! Not to mention the fact that you cheated on Bobby! He's a nice guy, Amara! It's not fair to him!" she snapped.
"You think that I don't know that, Meg?" Amara snapped, huffing out a breath. "I know, okay? Everyone in this school knows what I did to him, and now I'm paying for it! I don't need you tell me that I'm wrong! I -- I need you to just -- to just be here... because no one else is," she finished lamely.
Meg stared at her for a moment. "You want me to be there for you? Amara, what makes me most upset is that you didn't tell me in the first place! I thought we trusted each other. I thought you knew you could come to me and tell me things. I've always done that with you, but it feels like I never get anything back. I thought I knew how things were between us, but after this... I feel like I don't know you as well as I thought I did."
"Is that a no?" Amara asked, quietly. Meg sighed.
"You want me to be there for you now but you didn't trust me enough to tell me all this in the first place." she replied.
Amara paused, watching her dramatically fidgeting fingers, speaking up once she collected her thoughts. "It's not that I didn't trust you. I was afraid of what you'd think," she explained.
Meg put her head in her hands in exasperation before replying. "You're my best friend. I might not have liked what you did, but it wouldn't have changed that fact. But... you practically lied to me. That's different."
Amara sighed softly, eyes now watching the floor by Meg's feet. "I didn't mean to. I was just... I don't know. I guess I was just... ashamed of what I did. I didn't mean to -- I wasn't thinking," she settled on stating.
Meg ran a hand through her hair. "I have to go. I can't deal with this. It's not even any of my business, I'm just making things worse for you. Just... let me think for a while."
Amara nodded as she turned to leave, not looking up from the floor. As Meg shut the door, she flung herself back into her bed, burying her face in a myriad of pillows and blankets.
(THIS one took place Thursday morning. Oh, and Mindy's a genius, btw. ;])
Bobby hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and left his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He'd chosen to leave early in the morning - he'd become somewhat reclusive, and he doubted anyone would notice he was gone. The fewer goodbyes and explanations he had to make, the better. Thankfully, the faculty had understood his decision to take off for a week - his recent behaviour had definitely helped to convince them that he needed some time to 'figure himself out'. Whoever 'himself' was now.
Stopping by John's room, he pulled out a brief note from his pocket and stuck it to the door:
Hey man,
I decided to take off early. Thanks for your help.
See you next week - we should try to get out of the mansion and hit the bar.
Don't beat anyone up or burn anything down.
Later
- Bobby
Planning to treat himself to one more bowl of the ice cream that Ali had gotten him, Bobby headed towards the kitchen. As he walked, he rifled through his wallet, checking that he had enough money for a taxi, and the address of John's friends. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the blond girl sitting at the table drinking coffee until he was right in the doorway.
At the sight of each other, the two young mutants froze. It was Bobby who moved first, abruptly spinning on his heel and walking away.
"Bobby," Amara's voice called after him. He blinked quickly and strode on, trying to block the sound of her voice from his head.
"Bobby, wait! Please, just wait!" She touched his arm and he halted, turning around to face her.
"What do you want?" he asked blankly, his face an impenetrable mask.
At his cold, emotionless expression, Amara faltered. "Can we - can we talk?"
His eyes slid from her face to somewhere above and beyond her head. "What about?"
She nibbled at her lower lip, willing him to look her in the eye again. "About - about what happened. About the way things...ended. About -" She trailed off, frustrated at his refusal to meet her gaze, his refusal to show any emotion whatsoever. "Bobby, please, can't we just talk?"
He said nothing, still staring at a spot beyond her. His bag suddenly felt bulky and heavy on his shoulder and he knew he should just turn around and leave - but he was frozen in place, unable to move or walk away. Amara continued to press him.
"I just...I need to talk to you. I need to explain. Please...talk to me, Bobby. I haven't even seen you since - since that morning. I just-"
"What do you want from me?" he burst out finally, tearing his gaze from the hallway, his expression pained.
Momentarily stunned, she stared at him, blinking away the prickling feeling building up behind her eyes. "I...I just want you to let yourself be angry with me," she said in a small voice, fingers twisting.
"I am," he responded bluntly. At these two words, she drew back slightly, as if expecting him to start yelling at her right then and there. Bobby expelled a shaky sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
"You don't get it," he said more quietly, glancing away. "Yeah, I am angry, okay? You used me. You let me think everything was fine when it wasn't. You ran straight to another guy before we even broke up. And I did nothing - nothing - to deserve to be treated like that."
As he spoke, Amara swallowed thickly, finding herself unable to look at his face.
"But you know what the kicker is?" he continued, looking back at her again. "Even after all of that...I don't hate you. I can't hate you. I'm still in love with you."
Her head snapped up and she stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked. He kept talking as though he hadn't noticed her reaction.
"I'm still in love with you," he repeated softly, voice tight and thick with emotion. "I can't...it - that doesn't just...go away." He glanced down at his bag. "Maybe when I get back it'll hurt less."
"You're - you're leaving?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. I'm getting out of here. Spending the week in the city." An awkward silence descended, the two mutants looking anywhere but directly at each other.
"I, uh, hope you have a good time," Amara said finally, softly, eyes on his.
"Yeah." Bobby gave a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh. "'Bye."
Amara blinked twice and he turned, her voice small with a final word, "Bye."
(Aaand this scene takes place a little bit later this afternoon... This is SO the last scene that Lauren and I ever got to write together. *sniffles*)
With a pencil in her mouth, Amara walked down the hallway, sighing through her nose as she attempted to reorganize the small stack of books in her arms, moving her book of Chemistry to the top.
When she came around a corner, her shoulder collided violently with someone else's, another girl, and their books fell to the ground, notebooks and texbooks covering the ground between them.
Amara's fingers reached for her books quickly, finding her fallen pencil first thing.
"Smooth move, slut," the girl snapped at her, picking up a notebook, glaring at the older, fidgeting blonde girl.
"Hey, you don't even know me!" Amara snapped back, snatching a fallen book up. The other girl sneered.
"Oh please. I know what you are. Everyone's talking about it."
"Oi. Llyffant. Naff off. You don't know what you're talking about, so drop it before I lose my rag." a voice from down the corridor called out. The girl shot a withering look at Amara, collected the rest of her books and stalked off. Amara carried on picking up her books, not looking up. A hand shot out and started to help her.
"Meg, you don't have to do that." Amara said, still not looking up.
"You're carrying way too many books. You'll do your back in." Meg replied, cheerfully.
Hesitant, Amara sighed, handing Meg two Math textbooks and a notebook, almost afraid that she'd throw them back at her head, considering their last conversation.
Meg offered Amara a hand and she stood, posture straightening, as well as the stack of books in her hands. "Thanks, Meg," she said softly, almost a whisper, avoiding her friend's eyes and the other passing students in the hall.
"I'm sorry." Meg said, suddenly. Amara finally looked up, confused.
"Sorry? What for?" she asked.
"I've been an idiot. Like I said, you're my best friend. I was stupid to get angry at you over something that's none of my business. You asked me to be there for you and I let you down. I'm sorry." Meg explained, looking genuinely apologetic.
The taller girl continued to avoid her eyes, pretending to fidget with her books instead. "You don't have anything to be sorry about, Meg," she insisted. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I let you down," Amara stuck her pencil back in between her lips, eyes darting and fingers fidgeting, and Meg gave a sympathetic look to her friend and her nervous, fidgeting state.
"We're even, okay? We'll just forget about it." Meg said, "And if anyone else has some smart-alec comments like that tart back there, they're going down." she thumped her fist into her palm to stress her point. Amara giggled, pulling her pencil away from her lips and putting it between her fingers.
"Beware the Meginator!" she teased.
"I'll be back." Meg replied.
"That was the worst Terminator impression I've ever heard!" Amara commented, smiling for the first time in a while. Meg stuck her tongue out at her.
"I'm Welsh! My accent doesn't exactly lend itself to impressions!" she defended herself.
Amara let out another short giggle and the two of them began to walk down the hall, still talking. "Okay, okay. Fair point," she smiled a small smile once again at her friend as they started up the nearest stairs, heading toward the dormitories.
Meg smiled and glanced at the books in her hands, as well as the ones in Amara's. "So lots of homework?"
The blonde let out a playful groan, looking at the books as well. "A little."
"If that's what you call a little, I'd hate to see what a lot is!" Meg joked.
Amara choked out a chuckle, fingering the pencil on top of her books as they walked. They fell into a bit of an awkward pause as they made their way down the hall, the only real sound being the other few kids walking through the corridors and the sound of their shoes hitting the carpet.
When they finally reached Amara's dorm, the blonde spoke up, hesitance apparent. "I really am sorry, Meg," she pushed her door open, the pixie entering first. "About -- about not telling you everything. I just, you know... I already had three people furious with me, and I knew what you'd think. I knew that you'd be -- I don't know... disappointed. I just -- I'm sorry," she repeated, closing her door and resting back against it, looking hopeful at her friend.
Meg smiled and dropped Amara's books on the desk. "I really hate that you felt like that. I mean, what does that say about me?! I should be here for you no matter what, without you worrying about whether I'm going to... judge you. I don't think this is your... finest hour. But I know you're a good person. One of the best people I know." she replied.
"I didn't automatically assume that you'd say something negative or be disappointed. It's just," she paused to sigh, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, books plopping down hard against the mattress. "I just... didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to admit to anyone else what I did, and especially not to you."
Meg sighed. "I'm going to be honest with you. I think what you did was wrong. And you know it was wrong. But it's not like no-one else has ever made a mistake or done something that they regretted later on or felt guilty about. It's part of being human... or mutant. Or whatever. All we can do is learn from what we've done and try to make amends."
Amara nodded, knowing that what Meg was saying was true, but it didn't make her feel loads better, and she sighed.
They lapsed into a bit of a pause, minds wandering.
"Do you think Bobby will ever forgive me?" Amara asked, eyes sadly meeting Meg's.
Meg wanted to say something to make Amara feel better, but she knew it would be best to be honest. "I have no idea. Maybe in the future."
The magma-wielding mutant only nodded, looking down to her blatant, fidgeting fingers with a sigh, and she felt Meg watching her.
Meg frowned slightly, glancing around Amara's room, which was, to say the least, messy. It looked like she hadn't cleaned it in a good while: books were everywhere, a few pictures were set astray on the floor, various garments of clothing were scatterred over every piece of furniture, and a sweater right next to the side of bed, which was Bobby's and Amara had been clinging to it a few days prior.
She sighed a soft sigh, piping up as cheerfully as she could. "Hey, do you have any chocolate?"
Amara looked to her quizically, blinking. "Chocolate isn't the solution to everything, Meg," she pointed to the bottom drawer on the left of her desk despite her words.
"Sure it is," she replied, sneaking into the drawer, pulling out two medium-sized bags of assorted chocolates. Meg popped the first piece of chocolate that came to her fingers into her mouth, handing Amara the bag with a helpful smile, sitting down next to her on the bed.
PS - Lauren informed me that "Llyffant" means toad. hehe