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dagger [ain't that a kick in the head], weh
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Amity was lounged on one of the higher-up pillows, nodding his head to some aggressive music. He was laying horizontally, one knee propped on the other. His orangey-red hair was messy, as always, and his bright striped socks peeked out from the cuffs of his white pants.

When the song ended, Amity heard a quite obnoxious squeaking. He raised an eyebrow before turning his head to look, and spotted a boy who he’d seen around before. Lemony.
“Lemony.” He tried the word on his tongue, smirking as he scrunched up his nose at the sound of it. He giggled, putting a hand over his mouth, almost trying to muffle the noise.
“Lemony.” He tried the word on his tongue, smirking as he scrunched up his nose at the sound of it. He giggled, putting a hand over his mouth, almost trying to muffle the noise.

Amity swung down so his waist was hanging over Lemony. He grinned at him, still giggling.
“Do you mind if I call you Lemony Snicket?” He asked, his ginger hair surely going to be even messier now.
“Do you mind if I call you Lemony Snicket?” He asked, his ginger hair surely going to be even messier now.

“Or I could call you Lemonhead.” The long, lanky boy snickers, smirking at his own joke. He swung himself back up, but didn’t back down.
“If it makes you feel better, my name is Amethyst Abadie. It’s a mouthful, so I go by Amity. It’s nice to meet you Lemonhead.”
“If it makes you feel better, my name is Amethyst Abadie. It’s a mouthful, so I go by Amity. It’s nice to meet you Lemonhead.”

“Oh, you play that game too? Sick.” Amity grinned, jumping from his spot to plop beside Lemony.
(I love them)
(I love them)

Lemony nods, focusing on his phone. The game was fun but he liked it more because it exercised his planning and strategy skills.
((I gotta go to PE so I'll be back in about an hour. wish me luck!))
(lmaoo, good luck)
Amity watched, getting terrified every time another player and Lemony were alone in a room.
Amity watched, getting terrified every time another player and Lemony were alone in a room.



[[OMG, same! Living through PE with the boys is always a miracle. XD]]

[[OM..."
((my friend gets really pissed at any unfairness so she was yelling at them but I think they're deaf or something.))

[[XD Guys are most definitely deaf.]]

(So it's like that with everyone? It's so weird!!! And stupid!!!)
the one And only kylee wrote: "Lemony risks getting killed to glance at the boy next to him. It was always interesting to see how a person changed when they were in a different environment than the one they thrived in. Looking b..."
Amity frowned, now leaned very close to Lemony to watch. He had his knees close to his chest, and one hand was on Lemony’s shoulder. He was totally zoned out.
(I KINDA SHIP THEM HHHHH)
Amity frowned, now leaned very close to Lemony to watch. He had his knees close to his chest, and one hand was on Lemony’s shoulder. He was totally zoned out.
(I KINDA SHIP THEM HHHHH)

(Okay, but why is that like a given whenever you play with most guys in athletics?)

nope, don't blush, don't blush Lemony thought furiously and tried to focus on the game. He was moving his astronaut avatar towards electrical when the screen darkened and showed that the crewmates had won because imposters had left. Dang, Lemony closed the app before slumping back into the chair. Stupid people were the worst.

Amity frowned. He pulled out his phone, starting up a new game of Among Us. He nudged Lemony, seeming saying, Join, idiot. give or take the idiot part.


Amity giggled, running around in circles around Lemony within the game. He was bright pink, and had bunny ears of the same colour.
The two were imposter.
The two were imposter.

“Yeah. Lemon boy, lemon boy.” He singsonged, sprinting off to wherever he could mess with the lights and kill half the lobby, and get away with it. He was a cocky bastard in games like this, and most of the time never got caught.

Amity wiped out half the lobby, and their victory popped up on the screen. Amity looked over with a sheepish giggle.
“We won!” He said.
“We won!” He said.

“Yeah! We did great!” Amity beamed, nudging Lemony. He was gentle with it, though, not wanting to hurt him.

Amity’s eyes widened, and panic welled in his throat.
“Oh, Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! Sorry.” He scrambled to his feet, stumbling.
“Oh, Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! Sorry.” He scrambled to his feet, stumbling.

This time, Lemony laughs loudly, a very musical laugh with the most minimal amount of snorting. He wasn't really sure what he was laughing about but it just felt good to finally be louder than normal.
With the minimal amount of snorting, Amity cackled. He stumbled back against the wall, hand over his mouth. He was the opposite of Lemony, always loud, always there. You’re always able to tell when Amity enters a room.

“No! I wanna see your face!” Amity giggled, nudging Lemony gently with his foot.
“C’mon!”
“C’mon!”

“No! You look adorable! Stop it!” Amity dropped to his knees beside Lemony, pushing at him just a little.