Positively Pearlmethyst Day 1: First Time Meeting Each Other

She could picture that dress like it were a photo taken with her mind, usually so pure, so white, like a snowflake, yet it's pure color had been spattered with thick clumpy dust. But what a smile. Pink lips. White teeth. Happiness, in its purest, simplest, form.

"Rose!" A rather young voice ejaculated at the none to unusual sight, "what happened?" With lithe feet she rushed to the woman's side. Her small body easily swallowed by the others magnificent form; a full two and a half feet taller than if she were to even stretch that piercing nose above her head.

Voice alight with elation as she spoke; it drove the younger gem to ecstasy, "Oh, Pearl. You won't believe what I've found." Excitement flurried her monstrous hair. The curling edges of pink squirmed as if alive. Rose wrapped her hands around her stomach; overtop the gem peeking through a star shaped cut out in her dress, replacing the spot where a belly button should have been.

"You-your a mess!" Frets Pearl who begins pulling up that dress and trying to brush off the filth from the woman's adventure. Short fingernails pick at the clumps. Breaking them off. Not minding in the least that even though she hated dirt, if it was for Rose, she would gladly wash up later.

Large flush hands swallow her own. They were soft, and warm, and comfortable. So much so that the oblong oval pearl in her head sparkled a bit brighter. An embarrassed smile. Sweaty palms. Pearl gingerly took the other woman's hand, or tried to considering its magnificent size, and began to stroke the dust off those puffy knuckles. How she would have kissed them if they weren't so repulsive at the moment. Nothing a bath in the fountains couldn't fix. Pearl felt a giddiness overtake her form. I can scrub her back again.

"Pearl?"

"Yes?"

"I want to show you something that I found."

Pearl let go of the hand. Ready for that sweet touch she had to be replaced with some rock, or plant, or...she shivered, hopefully not a bug again.

That curly pink hair moved again despite there not being a single wind. The clouds were still in the sky, and the sand at their feet did not stir except when Pearl moved.

Confusion set in when those plump fingers closed Pearls own. She looked into those deep eyes. Set impossibly perfect on that beautiful face. Admiration wasn't a word best used describe what she held for Rose. An earth term which Pearl had heard used many a time to describe when the indigenes population of this planet strayed across their presence: Goddess. My Goddess.

"I went there...to-the kindergarten." Rose paused for the shout that was right on cue, "I know. I know. It's such an awful place. But-Pearl. I found something. Something so wonderful. She must have just been born."

Pearl paused to reflect on the pronoun, "She?" Pearl asked, and as if it were a calling card, as if she had said someone's name in a mirror three times, Rose's hair parted and a purple blotch with a short nose and wide unblinking eyes peeked out. Small hands with dirty fingers were absolutely ruining that flawless hair. They gripped tight and pulled the rest of this small being out into the light of day.

"Oh my goodness! She's unclothed!" Pearl covered her face for the shame the other was clearly not expressing at her own immodesty.

Rose laughed, watching the purple behind strut on all fours along the sand. Having trouble on the raw and abrasive surface. So unlike her calloused knees and hands were used to. An entirely alien feeling on her limbs. She didn't know what to think about it. It tingled her fingers when she took a clump of it between them. She watches as it strain through the cracks.

"How?" Was all that Pearl could ask, hands shielding everything but the head of this new gem in their mists. Hair caked with mud. Cheeks scratched. Those young lips showing the signs of begging to plump. She was indeed very young in her production. She doesn't know what her form is supposed to look like, Pearl thought curiously as she noted the stunted size compared to the large purple amethyst gem under her clavicle. Must have been incubating for too long. With a wistful sigh Pearl finally felt the thicker start of a connection to this new gem. They both weren't who they were created to be.

Before she could creep further away Rose picked up the Amethyst. Limbs flail about, teeth gnash the air as she struggles for freedom. "Oh." Rose felt a steady beat in the gem in her tummy, the beginning of a very serious bond forming with this new member to their family. As those sharp teeth gnawed on her finger, Rose cooed, "I think we should get you cleaned up." Rose smiled.

"Yes, and properly clothed too." Pearl arched a brow towards the squirming bundle that had suddenly stopped when she heard her voice. Those beady eyes narrowed. Breath puffed like a steam engine from that tiny chest. A small amount of drool dribbled over the amethysts bottom lip. Distracted by this, Pearl did not notice the tensing in the legs, a clear sign before the small gem flung herself forward. Mouth agape, and poised for that long nose of hers. Amethysts first words, weren't words at all, it was a laugh, deep and rumbling and it had never changed since that day.

"Yo I remember that." A little older, still less the wiser, but a smidge taller. Her teeth were bared in much the same feral way they always had been, even back then. Hair much longer now (down to her legs), but she at least finally put some clothes on. The low cut top exposes her gem, which was now more proportional to the rest of her for Pearls own sanity.

Amethyst took another handful of cookies off the plate and shoved them into her mouth. Crumbs tumbled to her shirt like rocks down a mountain side. Big rolling pieces of almost whole chocolate chips fell between the couch cushions to ruin Pearls day when she finds them later.

Still untouched, Steven held his cookie in his lap. Pearls arm had crawled up the back of his head where her fingers played with his scalp. The story finished. She had put the memory back on the library shelf in her mind.

"So Mom was the one who found Amethyst first?"

"Yes," Answered Pearl, taking a neglected napkin from the table to wipe the chocolate smudges around his mouth.

Steven looked at the cookie in his lap, and then broke off a piece to eat; making a new mess of his face. Chewing slowly, thoughtfully, combing over the entire story in his head.

"So it wasn't love at first sight?"

"No." Honesty, wasn't a bad thing, it was a great opportunity to teach in this case.

Steven chewed thoroughly before he said under his breath, "Love takes time, and love takes work." Yeah, that about summed it up alright.

"What was that?" Pearl asked, to which he didn't respond, causing the gem to purse her lips at the secret being kept from her.

"Ya know. I still find it hard to believe,"

"What's that Amethyst?"

"That such a cool gal like me could fall for the nerd bird here." Amethyst pointed her thumb Pearls way.

"Excuse me," Said nerd ruffled her arms angrily and crossed them over her thin chest, "I should say the same to such a dirty, unwashed..."

"I took a bath last week, P. Sorry that I don't find the need to bath everyday that important."

From there the conversation took a right turn. More insults were heaved, from both sides. Ranging from attacks on appearance (such as Pearls honking nose as Amethyst put it). To more issues with being an unwashed filthy pig living in a sty of a room (Pearl threatened to take a few rolls of trash bags into Amethyst's room).

Meanwhile, Steven got another cookie from the plate, plus extra when Pearl got out of her seat to confront Amethyst in closer quarters. This dance was erratic, unnecessary, but a part of the pairs chemistry. They'd make up...eventually; Steven just hoped it didn't take as long as the last time when Pearl threw out the year old bottle of fermenting milk Amethyst said she was saving for a special occasion. No, nothing was as bad as that situation had been.

A loud yell rattles the floor boards of the house, Pearl reeled, clutching her nose. Her flats put a couple of feet between themselves and the gem who was snapping her teeth.

"You bit me!"

"Awe, do you want me to kiss it all better?" Those fat purple lips puckered unromantically, like a beached whale gasping for air.

The usual silent sound of her footsteps had risen to the mere scratching of a rodents scamper, as Pearl went off to the bathroom to see how bad it really was.

Amethyst lengthened herself on the couch, elbow propped on the back, batted her eyelashes at the twining tail ends of Pearls stash as they slipped out of sight.

A laugh and a smile in her voice when the door to the bathroom shut with a thump, "She digs me."

Steven took another cookie off the plate.

THE END