Haven't done a fanfiction on Steven Universe yet, I usually stick to Inuyasha fanfictions and a Nightmare before Christmas fanfict. I'm still watching the show, I really only have seen a few episodes so I am by no means an expert in the show. I just fell in love with Lars and Sadie and squealed like a pig in a slaughterhouse when they kissed.

Sooooo… I apologize if some of the people seem out of character. Still catching up also, it may not even make sense but guess what! it's a fanfiction so it doesn't even matter if it's accurate or not!

:D

Fawnlin

Chapter 1: Got Your Back

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Sadie's POV

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It had been a year since Lars and I was stuck on the island with Steven. It had been a year since we first kissed. Lars was desperate, insecure and crying. I remember pitying him at first. I realized he was homesick and he completely snapped at me. Then he really started crying. I did my best to comfort him. Then...then…

I touched my cheeks. They were hot and probably red. It was raining outside. I focused on the rain and felt my cheeks cool. I sighed and found my thoughts straying back to the island. It was my first kiss. And then Steven stopped it. I remember it was so embarrassing! And yet I was almost thankful. The kiss made my toes curl in shock and-maybe even-delight?

The doors opened and Lars walked into the Big Donut. He was late. Again. He was wearing his red coat. "Hi." I said, smiling.

"What?" he asked.

I felt the smile on my face faltered for a second, but I quickly recovered. "You're late."

He shrugged and punched in. He walked behind the counter and stood, bored. "So?"

"That's a bad habit." I answered. I smiled at him. He smelled like cigarette smoke. I found myself staring at his lips for a moment. I looked away and back out the window at the rain. Why couldn't I stop thinking about that kiss? "But don't worry." I began, hurriedly. "I got your back. Don't worry."

He was so vulnerable on Mask Island. I felt like he needed me. And he was different. I almost forgot how kind he was on the island. It all changed once we were home. He was back to his snarky self. I don't really know what I was expecting. A few weeks later, he was dating someone named Abby. I had seen her a few times around the Big Donut. She was beautiful, tall and thin. Three things I wasn't.

It didn't last long, though. It lasted only about three months. And then it was over. Lars was devastated. She broke up with him at a party. I remember being there to witness it. I felt my heart break just watching. And I wasn't supposed to be there watching either. I wasn't even allowed to be at the party. I was just walking by when I heard him talking to him outside of the party. They were drinking. Their voices were slurred. Underage drinking. I huffed in annoyance.

Abby went back into the party. Lars remained outside. He was silent for a while. His hands in his pockets. I felt like I had to get out of there. I wanted to tell him I had his back again. I would always have his back. He walked out on the street when he saw me. He stopped walking and just stared at me for a moment. At first I thought he was going to throw up from all the alcohol he had probably drank. Instead his brown eyes filled with sadness and he started crying again. I began to ramble saying whatever I thought would comfort him in the moment. He just walked up to me and wrapped his long arms around me and cried over my head. I bet he didn't want me to see him so vulnerable.

His head rested on top of mine, and for a quick moment I had thought it belonged like that. He smelt like beer. "Sadie" he managed to say. I craned my neck up to look at him and then he kissed me again. It sent thrills through me again, and I felt myself respond in a way that I never knew was possible. He ran his hand through my blonde hair and groaned against me. I had gasped for air when we finally separated.

"Hey!"

I blinked and looked over at Lars who was only inches away from my face. I felt my cheeks pinken again. "Are you even listening to me?" Lars snapped.

I pushed Lars away and laughed. "Sorry...I was zoning out for a bit."

"A bit?" Lars snapped.

"Sorry." I smiled. "Can you repeat it?"

"I said I'm throwing a party this weekend." he began. He stood up straight again and looked down at me. "You're welcome to come."

"Uh… what day?"

"Friday night." he answered.

"Oh." she said. "But we have work Saturday morning."

Lars smiled, "So?"

I let out a sigh. "Can I bring Steven?"

"Steven? Why would you want to bring Steven?" Lars began to smirk. "If you like Steven so much, why don't you marry him?"

"Real mature Lars." I snapped, but I felt herself smile none the less. He was always teasing me. That was the nicest way to say it.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well do you think you're going to come?" Lars asked leaning on the counter, bored.

I smiled despite myself. "I'll think about it. Okay?"

Lars nodded. "Alright."

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Friday rolled around faster than I wanted it to. My stomach was a combination of both butter and butterflies. It was not a good feeling. I don't know why I was feeling this way. I looked through my closet. I stared at my wardrobe in despair. Why didn't I ask Lars what to wear!? I threw myself on the bed and made a noise that sounded like a mule. Why was this so frustrating?

Why was I even taking it seriously? It was just a party right?

It was just Lars' party at that too.

"Hi honey, whatcha doing?"

I looked up to see my standing in the doorway. "Hi mom. I'm just deciding what to wear."

"You don't have work tonight?"

"Nope." I answered.

She smiled. "Then where are you going?"

"Lars is having a party. He invited me."

My mom's smile cracked even wider. "Really? Are you going as his date?"

I groaned. "No mom." I slammed my head back on the bed and laid there until she left again. I sat up, my eyes wide. Was I going as his date? He did technically invite me. Then should I wear something different? I hopped over to my closet and then began to dig through it. I pulled out a dress. No. I quickly stuffed it away. It would probably scare him if he suddenly saw me in a dress. I laughed at the thought of that. I could just show up in my uniform. Lars would be used to it, the bum probably was wearing the same thing.

No, I finally decided, I would just wear my normal clothes. Nothing too big. This was too big of a its a better idea to just stay home. I can watch tv, and snuggle in blankets and not bother wearing a bra. That sounded like more fun than a party. But what if Lars needed me again? You never know what can happen, right?

I turned and looked at the mirror on the wall. "Sadie Miller, you were invited to a party and you're going." I said to the girl who stared less confidently at herself.

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I could see Lars' house from up the street. His friends were hanging around on the yard, porch and inside. The entire place smelled like beer. It probably was a mistake to come here. I could be watching a movie braless right now! I pushed a blonde wisp of hair away and sighed. I would just go in, say hello to Lars, make my way home where I could promptly take off my bra and eat snacks. It was a perfect plan.

I walked through the yard and ducked a can of beer that was being tossed across the lawn. I shoved my way through the porch, most people didn't see me. I opened to the door and loud music almost deafened me. It was dark, only a few lights were on. I ducked away from people making out near the entrance and began to look for Lars. It shouldn't be that hard to find him right? He's incredibly tall, he probably stands a foot taller than everyone here, for Pete's sake. I moved into the kitchen, only to find a spiked punch bowl sitting half full on the counter and empty beer bottles.

"Honestly, they're all going to drink their livers out." I snapped quietly. I rounded the corner and my jaw dropped. Lars sat on the couch with Abby, their hands intertwined, she was talking to him and he was giving her the smirk he was famous for. I felt my stomach twist as if I was getting sick from the alcohol myself. I don't know what I was expecting. Of course Lars wouldn't invite me as his date. I turned away and quickly ducked out of the house. I skipped down the stairs of his porch and began to run. I leapt over more beer cans and away from the house. I stopped when I felt tears running down my face.

Why was I crying? What was wrong with me?!

More importantly, what made me think that he would ever invite me as his date. He still had a thing for Abby. I wiped the tears away from my face with the back of my hand. I sniffed and frowned. "Am I in love with Lars?" I asked myself.