Remember: Will be updating these stories irregularly

So if you are a fan of JAH or SMPAM you have to be patient! I am living by that new rule I posted on my profile.

Anyway, this story is rated T until Chapter 6. Then it is M. Okay?

Okay. ;)

Stella

Stella had set out that morning with no intention of painting anything (as usual). She picked up her canvas, paints, and brushes and loaded them all into the van.

Her hand slipped on the car handle and she swore, while at the same time dropping her keys. Setting her coffee on the top of the car, she bent over and looked under the car for her keys.

A wad of something was then thrown at her, hitting her backside. She finished getting her keys and turned around, face dark red. "Who did that?!"

Boy's laughter followed this, then her neighbor, Kevin, stepped out of the bushes. "S-sorry, Stella." He was only three, and he kept wandering away from his house. Stella couldn't stay mad at him.

She waved goodbye to him and drove to the beach, finishing her coffee as the grey morning started to fade into a much more lovely spectrum of colors.

But not lovely enough for Stella to paint. Nothing on the Earth was lovely enough. Stella's parents didn't understand this, and were always saddened when Stella came home with a blank canvas. Stella had seen the history of her parent's computer and they had contacted many art camps…but the numbers of those weren't as numerous as the numbers of mental hospitals.

Stella did not know why were there…and she didn't exactly WANT to know.

She also didn't know why there was a fence on a section of the beach. But whoever built the fence certainly didn't want anyone inside…the purple gem-studded owl at the gate gave her the evil eye whenever she even came close.

Stella looked at the sunrise, deciding then that THAT was what she wanted to paint. So she unloaded the art supplies from her van and squeezed red, orange, yellow, and pink paints onto the palette.

But when she held up her paint brush and dipped it into the yellow, she lost her creative spark and stood there in her usual position: paint brush half dipped into palette, face blank, eyes somehow unblinking.

"Excuse me."

Stella snapped out of her trance. "Who's there!" She turned around.

But she gasped at what she saw.

The most gorgeous woman Stella had ever seen was standing behind her. Stella's fingers twitched in their black fingerless gloves, and she dropped her paint brush and palette on the ground. OH NO GAY CRISIS MODE, she thought.

"I didn't mean to startle you," the woman continued, full pink lips pursing slightly, "I was just wondering what you were doing."

Stella gulped. She couldn't speak. She was bound to say something wrong and anger the woman. Instead she looked her up and down, taking in her every feature.

She was barefoot, wearing a white dress with many layers. In the middle of the dress, at her stomach, there was a small pink gem and a light pink star surrounded it. The dress was strapless, and Stella marveled at how good it looked on her. She had long light pink hair that was EXTREMELY curly, in corkscrews. She had light pink lips, very light pink skin, and the darkest and yet somehow the lightest eyes Stella had ever seen. Taking her in all at once, Stella noticed she was very big, and very pretty.

"Are you alright?" asked the woman.

Stella looked over the woman's shoulder at the fence, and as usual, the purple owl was watching her, it's light purple eyes squinted, the purple gem on it glinting in the sunrise.

"Are-are you the person that lives inside the fence…?" After that question, Stella wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

The woman covered her mouth and laughed lightly. "Of course I am! So you haven't seen me or the others before?"

Stella raised her eyebrows, confused. "Um-others…?"

The owl squawked at this. Squawked. Then, as Stella watched, a white glow surrounded the owl and it started to grow. The glow left, leaving a purple skinned girl with short, fluffy, silver hair.

"How did it-" Stella stuttered, speechless.

The woman stopped laughing. "So you haven't?"

Stella squinted at her, the spell now broken. "No."

"So was I a good guard dog?" the purple girl said, smiling.

"You were an owl." She said blankly. "Go back to the temple, Amethyst."

Stella watched all of this with awe and confusion as the girl turned back into an owl and flew towards the rocky cliff by the beach, the section inside the fence.

Then Stella turned back to the pink woman. "What's going on?"

The pink woman smiled. "That was Amethyst." Then the smile faded.

"What's wrong?" asked Stella.

"Why do you just stand here every day doing nothing with that tool?" she asked, gesturing to the paint brush on the ground.

Stella paused. The woman had been watching her? "The world isn't beautiful enough for my talents. It isn't worth my time."

The woman tried to appear unfazed, but Stella could see small tears forming. "What are you talking about? The Earth is beautiful. This world is full of so many- how could you?"

Stella recoiled. She was not expecting this. "I'm sorry…what did I say?"

"You said that the Earth isn't worth your time." She said, voice wavering.

Stella blushed and curled her hands into fists. She KNEW she shouldn't have said anything. So she asked the simplest question she could think of. "My name is Stella Citrine Catholicum, what's yours?"

The woman bit her lip. "Rose Quartz."

A thin girl with a white stone embedded on her forehead walked out of the fence gate then. "Rose, Amethyst told me you were talking to the-" Her voice cracked and she tripped on air when she saw Stella. Her blue eyes widened and she continued her route to Rose, standing by her side, chin lifted.

Stella was SO confused. She walked over to the girl and touched the stone on her forehead. "Is that real?" she asked, feeling around the edges, seeing if it was part of the girl.

The girl blushed azure and backed away, sheepishly fixing her coral hair into the condition it was in before she tripped. "Y-yes, it is real. We are gems."

Stella blushed in the presence of the women. They were both rather pretty, but she had to figure out what was going on before she could set any crushed on anyone. "Uh…what are gems?"

The thin girl raised a finger as though she was about to start a lecture, but Rose silenced her.

"Actually, we are the Crystal Gems, and we protect the Earth from powerful forces, such as Gem Homeworld." Her voice turned slightly annoyed when she said the last part, and the thin girl seemed to agree.

"So what do you want with me?" asked Stella.

"Oh. Um. Rose has been very interested in what you have been doing on the beach, and-"

"Well I answered her question. This Earth is not pretty enough to paint. This-" she gestured to her surroundings,"does not inspire me and I cannot use my talent on it." She looked up at the gold pink sky and said wistfully, "I want more."

The thin girl stood there, mouth wide open. Then she laughed. "TALENT? How do we know that you have talent? YOU NEVER DO anything!"

Rose stood, mouth parted slightly. Her eyes darkened at Stella. "Pearl," she said to the girl beside her, eyes not leaving Stella's face.

"Yes, Rose?"

"I need to sleep."

"What? Rose, gems don't-"

But Rose was already walking through the gate. Pear turned around and glared at Stella one last time before she hurried after Rose, locking the gate behind her.

The purple gem studded owl, Amethyst, perched on the top of the gate and gave her the evil eye again. And Stella suddenly had her inspiration.

She went back to the car, grabbed a small pencil, a clean palette, different shades of purple paint, and a small paint brush.

Then she looked at the owl and started drawing her: gem, evil eye, and all.

Christ, that was tiring.

My fingers hurt, yet now I still want to play the Inside Out soundtrack obsessively on the piano.

If you think I am going too far away from canon Rose, please tell me. PM me if you have any baby name ideas for later. Hehe.

(hint hint)

Also, I kinda added Lapis in this story too, and it kinda goes along with the idea of "Steven Lazuli" by Candy-Vegetto, but obviously not exactly.

You should read that story too, it's pretty great.