The original Cool kids

Summary: A look at Beach City's original cool kids. Vidalia, Amethyst, and Greg.

Chapter one: A unlikely meeting

(Greg's pov)

I sat with my back against the temple wall, absentmindedly strumming my guitar while I waited for Rose and the others to come back. Well mostly just Rose. We had just got together a few days ago, after I revamped my awesome set and played it for her. We stayed up the rest of the night talking it over as we walked, it wasn't until the others showed up that morning that she told me she would see me later that same day, and I've hung around ever since.

Rose told me that she would be back soon today, but I've come to learn her soon can mean 30 minutes to several hours and while I don't mind hanging around it did get boring. I've only been in this town for a few days so I didn't know anyone but the gems so it could get a bit lonely if they weren't around.

I picked out a few notes and played them together randomly. Seeing if I could piece together a new song.

I heard knocking against the van and I got up to look. I made my way over to the side of the van.

I recognized her immediately. Long blond hair, pale skin, black spike leather jacket, and jeans that hugged her waist. She was the woman with Marty that night I played. But what was her name?

"Vidalia." She said aloofly. I rubbed the back of my neck and moved the guitar strap so it wouldn't be in the way.

"Right sorry. Is there something I can help you with?" I didn't know why I felt so weirded out with her maybe because she didn't seem to have any other expression other than neutral.

"Nah, just saw the van, thought I see if your manger was around." She shrugged and popped her gum.

A flash of anger went through me when she mention Marty, but I swallow it back. She walked to the back of the van and flip through some of the merch.

"No Marty and me split." She was thumbing through the CDs but she nodded her head.

"That's cool. Hey who does you cover art?" I was thrown off by the random question.

"Um well. Some guy Marty knew I guess?" I told her.

"Well he sucks. I'm a much better artist." She popped another bubble and tilted her head. I was surprised she didn't seem like the type to paint.

"That's cool, I'd love to see your work sometime." I said nonchalantly. Her head picked up and she looked over her shoulder at me as she sat down the cd.

"You mean that?" I was took off guard by her question.

"Yeah. Why not?" She gave me a smile smile and I smiled back.

"I'm free now if you want to. What do you say Mr. Universe?"

"Just call me Greg, and yeah I don't have anything plan right now. Lead the way."

I followed her back to the place she kept all of her art work she was right she was better and I realized that I now had someone to hang out with in Beach City besides the gems.

Authors note

So I'm super excited about this fic! I think it'll be sort of a side project as I write connverse I'll also work on this.

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