Amy
sat at her computer finishing up her homework (even though it wasn't due for a
month and a half), but she couldn't seem to concentrate. Her eyes wandered aimlessly around her
apartment. She didn't own the place,
but her parents were out of town so much that she pretty much took care of
herself most of the time. She kept
hearing Luna's story over and over in her mind.
"I
wonder if Serena could use some company right now?" Amy asked herself. "But then again, maybe she wants some time
to herself right now."
A
knock on her door drew her attention away from her best friend's predicament.
"Come
in," she called over her shoulder.
Amy
heard footsteps on the carpet, and a bag being set on the floor.
"Hi
Amy," a familiar voice. The girl spun
around when she recognized the voice.
"Oh
hi Greg!" she replied. 'Oh shoot, I
forgot that he was coming over to study with me tonight.' The young man eyed her curiously, and his
hazel eyes softened as he approached her.
"Hey,
you okay?" he asked gently.
"Huh!"
Amy gasped as she looked like she'd just been woken up from a daydream. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" Greg knelt down next to her.
"I
asked you if you were all right, Amy, you look a little down. Did something happen?" he asked
tenderly. Amy smiled at him warmly.
"No,
nothing's wrong with me. Serena's just
going through a tough time right now, and I feel bad about it that's all" she
answered.
"Well…maybe
this will help a little." Greg reached
for his bag and pulled out a single, yellow carnation. "Here." Amy's eyes lit up as she accepted the lovely flower, and she breathed in
the wonderful scent.
"Greg,
thank you, but why?" she asked. He
smiled at her warmly.
"I
wanted to thank you for helping me with that killer chemistry test we had last
week. I didn't know what to get you, so
I kind of guessed; I hope it's okay," Greg said nervously. Amy gave him a reassuring smile.
"I
love it, thank you Greg," the blue-haired girl responded. The young man blushed slightly, and Amy had
to stop herself from grinning at how cute his face looked when it was beet red.
"I
should be thanking you, Amy; you're incredible, you know that!" Greg said
firmly. Now, it was Amy's turn to
blush. Now, she was glad that she had a
dark navy sweater over her turtleneck; otherwise, Greg would have been able to
see her entire body turn bright crimson.
"Greg,
please, you're embarrassing me," she said shyly and put a hand to her flaming
cheek. He grinned at her slyly; for
some reason, he was only one that made her feel uncomfortable when he was
around.
"So,
what did you want to work on tonight?" the brown-haired young man asked. Amy groaned and rubbed her temples.
"Do
you mind if we take a break this evening? I just can't concentrate tonight," she sighed.
"Sure,
anything you want. So, what do you want
to do instead?" Greg asked as he leaned against the wall.
"Are
you hungry?" Amy asked with a slight grin.
"Sure,
what did you have in mind?" he asked.
"How
about Chinese?" she asked.
"Sure,
my treat," Greg replied.
"No
way, I couldn't ask you to pay for me," Amy said firmly, but Greg shook his
head.
"Don't
worry about it, Amy, I owe you one from last time remember?" he teased.
"Okay,"
she conceded. Greg went to the phone
and dialed the number for the restaurant.
Amy
smiled at him warmly; she was glad that he came to see her so often. Since the first time that she'd met him
during the battle with the Negaverse, there was something about him that Amy
found alluring. Something about him
just made her feel warm and calm; it was like his presence was a natural tranquilizer
to her.
And
now that he was back in Tokyo for good, Amy felt like she'd really found
someone that she could be herself around. Greg had become her closest friend next to Serena; he was always willing
to listen to her no matter what it was about.
'Officially',
they were study pals in school; they worked together on projects, labs, and
term papers. Unofficially (Amy blushed
slightly), they were more like two people going 'steady'- just not admitting
it. They'd gone on a few 'dates' to
restaurants near Amy's house, and she enjoyed each one more than the last.
Amy's
eyes fogged over dreamily as she remembered the first time that he had kissed
her. It was after they'd been cramming
for their chemistry midterm and was late at night. They were both exhausted, and Amy ended up falling asleep on his
shoulder. After he'd woken her up,
she'd showed him to the door, and Greg had kissed her cheek softly. As his eyes locked with hers, Amy could feel
heat rising in her body. The next few
moments were a blurry mess. Greg had
cupped her chin in his hand and laid a whisper of a kiss on her lips. It had been just a brush, but it had made
Amy nearly burst into flames. They both
had blushed furiously afterwards and quietly said goodnight.
Greg
hadn't kissed her since then, and Amy knew that he was waiting to see if she
approved of it. He wouldn't do anything
that she didn't want him to do.
"Well,
they said that the food will take about twenty minutes," Greg stated, breaking
Amy out of her daydream.
"Oh
thanks, is it being delivered?" she asked.
"Nah,
they're deliveries are really back, and it would have taken two hours to get
here. I just as soon walk down there
and get it myself," he replied. "Besides, it's nice outside tonight anyway."
"Okay,
I'll go with you," Amy said brightly and hopped up. Greg knew it was useless to argue with her; one thing that he'd
learned about Amy is that she never lost an argument.
"Come
on, girl genius, just don't eat it all before we get back!" he quipped.
"Hey!"
Amy gasped and smacked him on the shoulder. "Listen here, you pig out just as much as I do, Mr."
"Okay,
we're even, now I'm starved so let's go!" Greg prodded. Amy grabbed her windbreaker out of the
closet, and Greg opened her door for her as they headed downstairs to the
street level.
A
half an hour later, they reentered Amy's apartment, but this time, Greg was
carrying a large paper bag. He set it
down on the kitchen table and pulled out the small white boxes inside. Amy grabbed two plates out of the cabinet
and handed them to him.
"Oh
come on, Amy, since when do you eat Chinese off a plate?" he teased.
"You're
right," she conceded and put the plates back.
"Now,
let's see…this one is chicken…this one is beef…and this one is the rice," Greg
stated as he handed Amy the different boxes.
"Where's
sweet and sour sauce?" she asked. Greg
pulled out a small plastic bowl.
"Right
here, and last but not least come the egg rolls," he finished.
"Is
that it?" Amy said as she placed the boxes on the table.
"Woops,
almost forgot the fortune cookies," Greg answered and pulled out two small
wrappers. He handed Amy a pair of
chopsticks, and they each dug in.
Five
minutes later, Amy was still trying to pick up her food. Despite all of her brainpower, she could
never understand how to use a pair of chopsticks. After she dropped a piece of chicken for the third time in a row,
Greg chuckled softly.
"Need
some help, genius?" he teased. Amy just
made a face at him.
"No
thank you, I can do this myself," she said arrogantly.
Greg
watched her dropped the same piece of food three more times and decided to help
her. He stood up and walked around the
table, taking a seat next to her.
"Here…"
he stated and clasped his hand over hers, "…just hold it like this, don't try
to crush them, just hold it gently." Amy
listened to his soothing voice and sighed inwardly. His fingers gently guided her hand and lifted the chicken to her
mouth. She opened her mouth, and Greg
popped the piece inside with her own hand.
"Thank
you," Amy giggled as she chewed. Greg
turned his head to face her; she was not more than two inches from him.
"Your
welcome…just take your time and let it come naturally; you don't have to be
perfect at everything!" he said softly.
Amy
felt herself becoming lost in the deepness of his eyes. Their fingers were still entwined, and she
pulled his hand up to her face. Greg
let his palm come to rest on the side of her left cheek. He brushed her lips with his thumb, wiping
off a smudge on the side of her mouth.
"Amy…"
he said tenderly, 'If only I could tell you what you mean to me, how I think
about you every day!' Greg added silently. Amy slid her free hand into his hair and gentle stroked the short, brown
strands.
"Greg,"
she replied in the same loving tone. 'If only I could tell about the butterflies that I feel every time I see
you- how my palms sweat, and my heart pounds when you smile at me! If only I could tell you that…that I think
I…I…I…' Amy's thoughts wandered off into oblivion. If she couldn't tell him, then she'd show him.
Greg
felt her tugging his head towards her, and he let her guide him. Amy pulled him close and pressed her lips
against his. At first, it was gentle,
and they both let the kiss feel itself out. In a matter of seconds, they were at home in each other's arms.
Greg's
free arm wrapped around Amy's waist and drew her closer to him. Both of her hands locked around his neck and
held him tight.
'Oh
gosh, is this really happening?' Amy gasped silently as she felt Greg plant a
series of soft kisses on her mouth. 'If
this is a dream, don't ever let me wake up!' He carefully pulled away, but Amy didn't let go of him.
"Amy,
if you want me to stop, I will," Greg said as he tried to catch his
breath. She gave him the biggest smile
that he'd ever seen.
"Mmm,
I don't want you to stop; I want you to…" he cut her off with a kiss. Amy opened her mouth slowly to allow him in,
and they tasted each other for the first time.
Greg
felt like he was losing his mind! He
couldn't believe that he was actually kissing Amy, but he hoped that he'd be
able to kiss her for the rest of his life. She tasted like a ripe peach, and that had always been his favorite
fruit.
Their
fires slowly dwindled, and Amy finally let his mouth leave hers. Her eyes fluttered open, and Greg met her
with a tender smile.
"Amy…my
Amy…" he breathed huskily not even fully comprehending what he was saying. She smiled at him brightly.
"Greg…"
she nearly whispered, not knowing what else to say to him. The young man seemed to understand and
pulled her head against his chest. Amy
gladly buried herself in his embrace and nearly purred when he began stroking
her hair. She felt wonderful like this-
so peaceful…so calm…so happy… Amy
silently prayed that a certain meatball-headed blonde that she knew would soon
feel this exact same feeling with Darien once again.
To
be continued…
Author's Notes: I'm trying to capture each scout's perspective of the situation, so I'm making little sub-plots about each of them. I'm hoping to have either Jupiter or Venus up in the next few days. Please review and let me know what you think.