I just realised; I like reading slash, but I have never actually written it. So here's an AmberShelley. You AmberShelley veterans please review and tell me if it's shoe crud or rather good.
And I have to mention my friend Eve-Cullen for the "Hate is a passionate emotion" thing, or she will sue me, apparently.
Amber wasn't entirely sure what it was about the redhead that made her blood boil.
It wasn't the way she insisted on making a fool out of her on live television; she'd had enough of that from fellow pageant contestants since she was five for it to get to her.
It wasn't the way she flirted and giggled every time she was around Link, occasionally bashing into him and staying pressed against his shoulder a little too long for Amber's liking.
It wasn't even the way she once accidentally-on-purpose poured a whole bottle of peach nail polish all over her brand new white dress, just before her first Miss Teenage Hairspray.
Despite all the annoyances, no matter how big, she still couldn't put her finger on what caused the incandescent hatred for the girl.
Suddenly, as if on cue, Shelley McAdams strode past, smirking arrogantly and swishing her hips, causing Amber's eyes to widen.
She couldn't stand it; the hatred bubbling inside her was too strong.
Amber grabbed Shelley's shoulder and spun her around, planning to give her a slap.
However, she found her lips inexplicably pressed against hers, and a sharp slap on her cheek as the redhead angrily broke away.
Well, Amber thought, as she watched the girl storm out of the room, Hate is a very passionate emotion.
Before you guys go, I apologize for ending two consecutive drabbles in a spontaneous, unexpected kiss. I just couldn't end them otherwise.
The next one will be different:)