*Hey! TWF here

and this, my dear readers,

is the start of a beautiful Gamethyst fic :)*

Amethyst's POV...

I've always been closer to G than anyone else. Especially after Rose gave up her form for Steven. We've been there for each other for everything, our crushes, battles, even Garnet's modesty. Rose didn't know about Garnet's extra eye 'til I convinced Garnet she had nothin' to worry 'bout. The day Garnet told her, she came to me right afterward and hugged me, tellin' me thanks for helping her out.

She also helped me through my break-up with P. Yeah, I dated that prude, she wasn't always so snobby, but our relationship didn't work out after Rose left. Even though I didn't show it, it really hurt. And, even though losing Rose was harder on Garnet than anyone (not even Greg), she helped me get over Pearl. I also learned that day that Garnet had a crush on Rose, but was too scared to admit to anyone, not even me. I don't know why, but the thought that Garnet and Rose being a thing made me hurt a little...

I'm gonna be honest, G has always been hot. Big tits, nice ass, toned abs, nice as hell muscles. God, I swear I drool ever time I think of them, wait, what? Yeah, so that's been going on for a while... I really hope I'm not starting to crush on her! 'Cause crushing on your BFF can be like, super bad man! One; you can lose them forever. Two; it'll forever be hella awkward to talk to them. Plus, I can live forever, so yeah literally FOREVER.

I need food. Yeah, food will make me feel better.

Garnet's POV...

Hmm, Amethyst has been acting strange lately. It's beginning to worry me, I keep getting this vision of her asking me to be her girlfriend and each possibility leads to tragedy. I really hope this doesn't happen, not that I don't necessarily like Amy, I love her to death, but it would break my heart to hurt her. She's all I've had since the day we've met.

She's the reason I'm the way I am. Honestly, I wouldn't be as calm, cool, and collected as I am...I have an emotional disability, so most emotions can lead to disaster, and/or someone injured. So, when I'm angered or upset, I do what she said to: "Chillax." *Chuckle* I remember the day I asked her what that meant, and she said it was a human word for chill and relax. Now, every time I get the urged to punch and cause harm to someone, I remember her in her cute, little cat form telling me to "chillax".

Oh my, her in her little cat form is adorable. I like to hold her, her soft fur feels nice. But, nothing she turns into can compare to her beautiful form. She's definitely thicker than most, but she's curvy, has gorgeous silver hair, oh, and those eyes, they shine a wondrous purple like her gem. Oh no, I cannot be. This will only end badly...But, maybe, just maybe I can't predict this untitled love.

*It's short

but it's kinda a

thing to start off, ya'know?

R&R and tell me if I should continue this.*