1Chapter 4
"Do you want something to drink?" Lucy asked.
"Do you have anything to drink?" Amy asked, with a chuckle.
"Are you still one of those selected monitors who reports when girls have liquor in their rooms?"
"Yeah..." Amy said, with a little smile.
"Then no, nothing." Lucy said, looking around.
"So, what exactly are you having trouble with?" Amy asked, pulling up another chair to Lucy's desk.
"Well, it's not really a problem learning. It's just..." Lucy sat down, looking instantly exhausted. "I don't like analyzing my... well... friends and I don't like analyzing the ones I don't know, because they remind me of analyzing my friends."
"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize how hard this is for you." Amy said.
"Me either. I just wanted to be at least close to being perfect at something. I never even wanted to be a criminal. I love a life a crime, but...I just felt I had to do it, for my parents. My mom was an assassin, my dad was a crime lord, and I was their only kid, you know?"
"What did you want to be?" Amy asked, unconsciously stroking Lucy's arm.
"I wanted to be a pirate." Lucy said, looking Amy in the eye and showing a grin. Amy laughed. "What?"
"Pirates are criminals."
"Oh."
"It's ok. I didn't want to go here either. I was all set to go to an art school in Barcelona. I even had a scholarship. Then this man comes up to me with an envelope saying I got accepted to Jameson University. I was like 'I didn't apply to Jameson University.'"
"The government's weird like that." Lucy said.
"Yeah." Amy said, seeming far away for a second, before shaking her head and gesturing to the textbooks. "Let's just put this away for awhile. What's something you liked to do before you became a D.E.B.? ...That's legal." Amy asked.
"...Legal...nothing...not a thing." Lucy said, with a laugh.
"Well, ok. How about I draw a picture of you? A little sketch. I can't say for sure it's gonna be good-" Amy said, before being interrupted.
"SURE!" Lucy said, jumping on the bed. "I don't suppose this is a nude sketch?" Lucy asked. Amy cocked an eyebrow trying desperately not to blush. "Didn't think so. Ok, start sketching away." Amy looked around for blank sheet of paper and a sharp enough pencil. Finally finding both, she pulled up a chair, and started making a basic outline of Lucy.
"Quick question?" Lucy said.
"Yes?" Amy asked, still scribbling.
"Do you sketch everyone? Do you sketch Bobby? Or is there a specific reason you want a picture of me lying around?" Lucy asked, with a seductive grin. Amy blushed.
"You can't talk if I'm sketching." Amy said. 'Damn, pretty flimsy excuse.' Amy thought to herself.
'Pretty flimsy excuse.' Lucy thought to herself. She would have teased her more, but she already got the blush she was waiting for. 'Progress...' Lucy thought with a sly grin and let Amy get back to her sketching.