Usually, Amity can handle herself on set. There's hundreds of people she sees everyday and she's usually able to get herself around to where she needs to be. She knew her schedule, knew her way around, knew what she had to do. Everyone knew her and they knew to move over when she was coming through. She exuded that confidence but now… she's stuck because Luz took it from her. Stupid dumb Luz.

Now she's stuck losing her mind while everyone else just thinks that she's really shy— of course she'd never tell a soul that the real reason she keeps messing up her line is because Luz winked at her a few hours ago from across the changing room.

So, she makes the decision any sane person would and she calls Luz that night. She tried hard not to because she was probably asleep and it was late and all of these things and improbable factors. But she couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter what she tried. Before dialing, she edits her contact info and deletes the vomiting emoji. She thinks, maybe she should have left it there to remind herself that this wasn't feasible. This couldn't happen. She needed to remember how she used to feel about Luz, that'd help. But then she adds a heart instead because they're friends and that's all.

And maybe a harmless crush wasn't such a big deal—if you could even call it that. She's never had this happen to her before. But it was dangerous when they were in such close proximity all the time. She's just mad that this is the person we're talking about.

Luz answers the phone mid-groan and says, "Yes your majesty? What do you want from me tonight?"

The name offends her and excites her at the same time. She chews on her nail to bite back the giddy smile she gets when talking to her these days. Which is weird. She doesn't understand why that happens. "I need a ride in the morning," she says even though she could most definitely have managed on her own. But it bothers Luz therefore it delights Amity. It's a simple cycle, really. One has to suffer for the other to smile. "My car's in the shop," she lies.

"Bright and early, princess," Luz says affectionately. It sounds like a pretty little promise, one that Amity keeps in her mind for a long time. It sounds like a windstorm passed over her house on the other line as Luz climbs out of bed and scuffles around her room.

"...What are you doing?" Amity dares to ask, her heart pounding in her throat.

"None of your business." She says playfully. Amity pushes down the elated giggle that bubbles up inside of her, bites down on her fingernail a little harder. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"'Kay." Amity says coolly even though she's devastated to have the call end so early. Maybe Luz just didn't want to talk to her anymore. That's understandable, she wouldn't want to talk to herself longer than necessary either. But then she hangs up and Amity's rethinking the entire conversation like it's been her only meal in a long time. Her mind consumes it over and over again and she starts to get it into her head that her voice was too high and she feels like she wants to die and— what do you want from me tonight?

The way she says it.

When has Amity ever wanted anything from her? She doesn't want anything… she doesn't think about the way she feels when they touch, what it'd be like to kiss her lips. She doesn't want any of that but still she wonders. She definitely doesn't want it, though.

Does she?

Amity groans, forces herself to sleep before she has a panic attack over anything else. In the morning, Luz has a bag of donuts in the car when she picks her up. The dewy morning air and the scent of fresh dough filling the car makes her stomach churn. But maybe it's just that small smile and the way she says, "Morning, Blight," that does it.

Amity is all fired up and flustered so she resorts to the only defense mechanism she knows; she's ready to scold her for her bad eating habits but then she notices the glaze sugar on the corner of her mouth. Her resolve completely melts away and she silently climbs into the car even though somewhere in the back of her mind she idly thinks, if we kissed, it would probably taste sweet. Luz raises an eyebrow, offers her a donut and— she's not normally one to crave sugar but since it's there…

That day was an easy day for Amity and a hard one for Luz. Actually, everyone was in good spirits those last couple of days because filming for the last few episodes was wrapping up. Amity's character had broken her foot so the most she's had to do lately was a couple of scenes in a bed with a cast on. But Luz was the main character so she had lots of work to do. And Amity's sudden spike in interest in her didn't help. She had a field day getting to sit in and watch those filming sessions. After they'd wrapped for the day, the both of them would head to the cafeteria together.

"So, you're renewing your contract right?" Luz asks, her mouth full of her third blueberry muffin. Goodness, it wasn't fair that she never had to suffer the consequences of her atrocious diet.

She's been thinking about it on and off lately. The end of season one was nearing so that meant contracts had to be renewed by the time season two was up for production. She had all of her reasons right here in front of her. She'd said to herself so many times that she wasn't going to come back here. And she hated acting and she hated Luz and she hated being here. But…

"I don't know," she admits, looking away. Luz nearly chokes on her muffin.

"What! I was kidding! You have to, Ami! You can't just leave!" Luz says, leaning over the table. Amity leans back in her chair just to get that bit of distance back between them. She crosses her arms, rolls her eyes, tries to act casual.

"I hate it here. Why would I stay on something I don't want to do?" Amity says.

"Nuh-uh." Luz shakes her head obnoxiously. Amity raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You don't 'hate it here'," she lifts her fingers to air quote. "You love it. You get free coffee. Free food. Me— ,"

"Which is the worst part," Amity cuts her off for good measure. Luz sighs but laughs anyways.

"C'mon. You're a fan favorite. It wouldn't be the same without you." Luz offers her last bit of hope. Anyone knew that when Amity had her mind set on something, it's hard to change her mind. Luz is no exception here.

She most definitely, probably is.

"I'll think about it," Amity says with an extra bit of skepticism in her tone, just to keep Luz guessing. Even if she's already decided on staying. It has nothing to do with Luz anyways.

"Alright. Good enough for me," she leans back in her chair, stretching out like a cat, yawning loudly. Itis is already taking over. Stupid girl. When she leans back, her arms over her head, her shirt comes up, revealing her perfectly smooth, flat tummy. She really hopes she didn't catch her staring. They get a few weird looks from other staff at the cafeteria and Amity hides her face because there's no bigger embarrassment than being caught with this abomination. "C'mon Amity. Let's go to a booth so I can take a nap. I don't wanna go home yet."

"Absolutely not." Amity folds her arms stubbornly.

"Aww, c'mon," Luz gives her a lazy little smile. "You can work on your essay and I can lay on you. Win-win!"

"I've already finished my essay."

"Well make another one!" Luz shrugs. "I don't care! I just wanna lay on your soft little body!"

Soft little body , that kicks Amity's mind into overdrive. How does she know my body is soft? Am I little? She wants to lay on me that bad? "Not gonna happen, Noceda," Amity says firmly. Luz groans, suddenly jumping out of her chair.

"Fine. Then I'm gonna need all the caffeine I can get." She starts toward the breakfast bar but stops to ask, "Want anything?" Amity nods, picking up her phone to seem like she's not interested when in actuality she wishes Luz pushed a little harder. She would've given in. It's just important that she puts up a fight because she has an image to uphold. And she would have gotten up and left but her legs are still jelly from the whole thing. Go to a booth and let me lay on you .

Please, she isn't a delinquent. She is not her friend.

In the end and because Amity is an idiot, she moves to a booth table. When Luz comes back to their table, she looks around confusedly before she sees Amity on her laptop in the cafe area all the way in the back. Her eyes literally reflect the entire galaxy and she laughs as she rushes over but Amity pretends not to notice. " No way, " Luz whispers because there's someone studying at a nearby table. She sets her cup on the table and crawls in the booth to cuddle up nice and close to her. "I knew it. You do love me." She pokes her on the cheek and Amity groans.

" Don't push it, Noceda." Amity warns through clenched teeth. Luz giggles, pulling her sleeves over her hands and grabbing her cup.

"I can't believe it. You actually do have human emotions," she says exaggeratedly. "You aren't a cold hearted witch!"

"You're acting very childishly." Amity scolds, types quickly on her laptop, pretends she's writing an important piece of literature that the entire world can benefit from. Anything to keep herself focused. She needs to stay focused.

"And you are acting like my girlfriend!" Luz says and Amity completely loses focus, freezes up. She most definitely said that for the sole purpose of seeking a reaction. And with her in such close proximity, she had to make her decision fast. She was not about to give her that satisfaction. So instead she rolls her eyes and scoffs. That isn't what she wanted so Luz tries harder. "Are you good at baking? I bet you'd look cute in a pink, frilly little apron," she giggles.

"Knock it off or I'm leaving." Amity growls.

"Fine. See if I care." She says, casually sipping her coffee. Amity's heart shatters. She doesn't want to leave, she wants to stay right here forever and ever and work on her impromptu essay while Luz pesters her.

Luz tries to be serious but she fails to suppress another laugh. She gets herself nice and comfortable and she really wasn't kidding about lay on you. Somehow she ends up with her head in her lap, the rest of her body sprawled out on the seat. It's a grueling effort to try and focus when this girl was on her like this. But she sticks it out because Luz deserves it. She's worked hard.


Amity keeps stepping on Luz's feet when they have to be quiet because up front the crew is setting up for sound check. They're sitting together in the live audience auditorium where laugh tracks are recorded and all Amity wanted to do was get some of her homework done before she was needed on set.

But Luz had other plans.

Really, Amity doesn't want anything to do with her after what happened. Just the sight of her car gets her all flustered and embarrassed which never goes unnoticed by Luz. She always teases her about it and tries to get her hand back on her leg…

Truth is, Amity doesn't mind that part. But she's still got her image to uphold. And it's not like she can escape Luz or anything. She can keep her at a distance, though. Hence, why she's delighted to know that all she has to do is step on her feet to keep her away. That seems to be her weakest spot. That may have been the most important thing she learned from dance rehearsals.

During break time, the only thing she can do is sit on the floor and massage her aching, bruised feet, whining like a baby. Amity loves to watch because, wow. She did that to her. It fills her with such a sick and twisted kind of pleasure to see. One time she even brought her some medicated cream to help out with that a little bit because she's not that mean. Luz smiled, grateful and bitter but she loves it. Amity does too.

And if she was in pain then why did she keep coming close?

Luz suddenly grabbed Amity's hand and pulled her up, her laptop and books falling to the ground. It was urgent and frenzied so Amity knew that wherever Luz was taking her, it'd be interesting and exciting. Her essay could wait. She led her out of the auditorium and down the halls, Amity struggling and squirming but she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

She pulled them into the utility closet, of all places. It's dusty and smells mildewed. Nobody ever comes back here, there's shelves and shelves full of unopened cleaning supplies and there's an enormous water heater in the corner. Luz switches on the light, its weak and off colored glow barely lights up the stuffy room.

Amity thrashes and hits at Luz but she easily catches her fists in a steel grip. "Stop fighting," she laughs. Amity groans, using all of the strength left in her to pull away but to no avail.

"No. I have to fight." She says, breathless and panting for air. Luz grins and pushes her against the wall, pinning her arms to her sides. Amity's heart skips and she starts to panic. She knows she's not in any real danger at all but she's afraid of what Luz could be thinking in that stupid head of hers.

"Don't fight," Luz tells her again, sternly this time. Their bodies pressed together and Amity's mind is in flurries with new and unprecedented ideas and feelings she wishes she didn't have right now. This is bad, not good. Not romantic. She needs to get out of here and be at the top like she always is. She can't let this happen to herself. She struggles and tries desperately to wriggle away but Luz just gets closer. The heat from her is intoxicating and she craves it. "I'm getting real tired of your bad attitude, you know?" Her voice comes out in a low rumble and she leans closer.

"So…" she looks at her wildly. "What are you going to do?" She bucks her hips forward, trying to get Luz off of her at least. She can't focus with this excessive physical contact. The air is so thick in here and she can barely get a full breath of air into her lungs.

"I'm gonna teach you some manners," she says and leans forward to give her a chaste, quick peck on the lips. Amity takes a deep breath and the tension fizzles out. She deactivates like a machine and Luz steals another kiss, this time it's deeper and feverish.

Initially, she's shocked— but it's short-lived when she suddenly becomes confused. She definitely hates this…but she loves it even more. And this was what she's been waiting for, wasn't it? This was what she wanted. She thought she did. Stupid Luz, damn her for always having Amity confused over things she used to be sure of.

Amity accepts it. She's stuck and she's being kissed…against her will. Kind of. She'd cry if Luz stopped. And it's not really a kiss. It's more like a sensual chastisement that's specific to them. It's not enjoyable in the slightest, it's actually quite uncomfortable. She can't breathe and she's stuck and it's really, really bad. Amity loves it.

So she starts to fight back. She isn't going to stand here and just let Luz run all over her like this. She has morals and standards and she isn't a delinquent. This was just the bottom of the barrel, even for her. Even if she's thoroughly delighted by how wrong this whole thing is. She kisses back roughly, trying to push her off by means of making out. If you can even call it that. It goes on for a little while longer, the both of them fighting for dominance and Amity losing.

Amity always loses when Luz is involved. But she doesn't care because it hurts so good. And feel so bad. Somewhere in the mix Luz had abandoned her right arm to gently hold her face and she trails soft kisses to her chin. Amity's mouth drops open at how good it feels and she hopelessly fails to notice that she's not completely stuck anymore and she could make her escape if she really wanted to. But she doesn't.

Then Luz suddenly pulls away and unpins Amity from the wall. They stare at each other wildly for a moment before Luz bolts for the door and fumbles with the lock. "Hey," Amity tugs at her sleeve and she pauses. It's an awkward angle but Amity leans forward and kisses her again gently. They make out softly for a disappointingly short second because Luz successfully unlocks the door and they tumble out into the hallway again.

"Catch you later, Blight," Luz winks as she adjusts her beanie over her head, walking backwards down the hall. "That was hot."

Amity crosses her arms but stays quiet because—she has nothing to say. She's completely and utterly in shock and incredibly wound up. The gap between the two of them grows bigger and bigger by the second and it hurts. Amity admits to herself for the first time that she wants to be close to her. Close like they were in the utility room. Close like she loves it. She's got a head full of thoughts and she's got to head to set in ten minutes.

It's incredibly hard trying to keep focus and do her job. She loves the thought of what she's going to do when this is over. She's going to hurt her so badly.

Right after filming sessions are done, she runs to the cafeteria where Luz is always bound to go after their long days. She's right where she knew she'd be, breakfast bar getting coffee. Amity makes a beeline there and Luz grins when she sees her storming over. "Hey, Blight," she says casually, like nothing happened.

"Noceda." Amity stops once they're pressed together, just like earlier. She hopes she kisses her right here in front of everyone. That'd be scandalous and exciting. Instead, Luz looks down at her, completely unamused.

"I can't stay," Luz slowly backs away and grabs five packets of sugar to dump into her coffee. Amity's heart screams at the cold space between them, she's much too distracted to scold her for her bad eating habits. "I have to head home early to help my mom with dinner," she rolls her eyes.

"I need a ride back home," Amity says as a desperate attempt. Luz gives her a look and puts a lid on her cup. She pointedly ignores Amity and pushes past her toward the exit. Amity squeaks and trails behind her like a lovesick idiot. This is exactly what she didn't want to happen, to end up being her puppet on a string. She's tried to restrain herself for so long but all she could think about was earlier, the utility closet…

She runs to catch up to Luz in the parking lot, and as soon as they leave the general vicinity of the building and away from any windows or other people, Amity sneaks up behind her and pushes her against the back of the building. She yelps, dropping her coffee on the ground and it bursts open all over their shoes. But Amity doesn't care. Amity's got Luz right where she wants her. She's been waiting for this moment all day since…

Now she can't decide on what she's going to do now that it's finally happening. She lunges herself forward and forces her into a sloppy kiss but luckily Luz doesn't put up much of a fight. Her lips taste like caffeinated demise and excessive amounts of sugar but it's delicious. The kiss only lasts briefly, Luz is gentle but Amity is aggressive and she insists on tugging Luz's short hair, she loves hurting her even if it's cheap and petty.

Luz groans and reaches up to stop Amity's restless hand but still she insists. So in return she violently pushes Amity back. She stumbles but flings back onto her like a maniac. "What do you want?" Luz asks in between her desperate kisses.

Amity couldn't answer that. There were so many things and she was so confused. Mainly, she just wanted answers; what did earlier mean for them—and did earlier even happen? She wants more kisses and she wants attention and she wants to hurt her really bad. She hates her and she wants to be in her arms. But she would never come right out and say that.

"I need a ride," she says, thunderstruck with this new obsession, her mind racing. "Remember?"

Luz rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. Amity takes it faster than she wants to admit and they start to walk to her car. Amity has no idea what's going on. She's so terribly confused and sleepy and infatuated that she can't even think straight. She kind of hates herself for getting like this. This is weird. She's not supposed to—"You don't need a ride!" Luz coldly drops Amity's hand. "Your car is right there."

Oh, yeah. That was her car wasn't it? She doesn't know what she planned to do, just leave it here all night? She's gotten so wrapped up in this that she's gone careless. She really doesn't care. She just wants answers. "Oh," Luz pushes her and she stumbles toward her car. She really wishes she would stop pushing her. Despite her annoyance, she pushes it aside. She searches her pockets for her keys but doesn't find them. "I don't have the keys!"

Luz comes close and yanks Amity's bag off her shoulder and digs around inside it, pulling out the keys and giving her a look. Amity laughs awkwardly, snatching them and shoving it into the door. She misses the keyhole a couple of times but for a good reason. "Whoops—" She yelps when Luz pulls her in by the hips. Suddenly the car can wait. Amity pants, her racing heart is making it hard for her to catch a breath.

"What is it with you tonight?" She laughs. Amity whines and tries to kiss her but she puts a hand over her face. "Idiot,"

"I hate you." Amity takes her hand into her mouth and tries to bite it but Luz snatches it away at the last second. Then she leans forward and gives Amity the deepest kiss that she has to arch her back a bit just to support her weight. She's so wound up she feels like she could die right now. Luz pulls away mid kiss, leaving her feeling terribly unsatisfied and insatiable.

"I hate you too, Blight. See you tomorrow?" She winks, shoving Amity again and making her stumble against her car.

"I'd rather die than see you again." Amity yanks her door open and quickly climbs in. She just needs some quiet time to think. This is just a dream. She's just tired…

Weeks go by and things get perpetually worse. Well, better. But worse because Amity's cracked. She's completely and totally whipped for Luz and she's just pretending like everything is normal. Amity knows it's a joke, it's a part of her scheme. They kiss all the time.

In the dressing rooms, the cafeteria, the parking lot, the auditorium, on set, and their favorite place, the utility closet. Yes, it's a recurring theme with them and every time Amity passes it to get to her dressing room she gets all weak in the knees like an idiot. They go there during filming hours which always threatens their jobs and they always cut it close with getting back on time. But the kisses were necessary and served as punishment, if Amity is being obnoxiously rude or Luz is being particularly annoying, they kiss and it always sets the record straight. Or sometimes it's just for fun.

It's not like it meant anything. At least Amity thinks it doesn't.

One night when Amity was supposed to be asleep but was awake thinking about Luz, she decided that she had to get to the bottom of the whole kissing thing. She's supposed to be in on it and she is, partly. She likes the idea of kissing just because it's fun and hot. But how can she not get confused when Luz kisses her extra softly like she's a fragile little glass doll? How can she not be wrung up on the fact that this does not mean anything?

So, the first operation of order came, texting, texting, texting. Those three jumping dots send her mind into a flood. She never knows what to expect with Luz and that's part of the reason Amity finds it so fun to be with her. Anything could happen and—to her, that's thrilling. She just likes the thrill. That's all.

Getting ready for bed , another text buzzes her back from her reel of all the possibilities. What does she say? Should she make a weird joke about being in bed or—or— you sure are texting me a lot lately lol , another text.

She thinks for a moment before typing her reply. I have to make sure you're, No, that's too obvious. She deletes it and thinks again. I like bothering you.

ur good at that , comes Luz's ten minutes late reply. Amity tosses her phone across the bed and whines, scrubbing her sore eyes with the back of her hand. She isn't giving her anything to work with! How is she supposed to get any sleep tonight when all Amity can think about is— the phone buzzes and she quickly snatches it back up. The clock reads 12:04AM Thursday. On the lock screen is Luz's latest text. Arent u gonna go to sleep?

Amity quickly unlocks her phone, the message bar sweats nervously as she thinks of her reply. Are you?

Two crying laughing emojis. That's fair

You should get as much rest as possible. We have an early day tomorrow, Amity types and before she can overthink it she hits send. Right away, she regrets it and she feels like she wants to die again. It's like a roller coaster, texting Luz.

Aww you cute. U care about me or something?

I care that we're coworkers and the final product of our work all depends on you.

That's a lot of pressure u just put on me

And why me? Doesn't it depend on u too? Lol

I'm not the problem here, Noceda.

Damn

Amity basks in the rush. She got one whole conversation with immediate replies. That's the most she's ever gotten.

Tmrw ill give you a big kiss

And I'll kill you.

Gn

Good night.

That's the end of the conversation, she thinks. She shuts her phone off, and places it down on her bedside table face-down. It's late anyways and she should get some rest. Goodness, she's a hypocrite. Amity gets lost in thought for a moment, idly chewing on her lip and she cringes at just how ridiculous this whole thing is. Why is she texting her? Having civil conversation with her sworn enemy? That's disgraceful. That's not how it works. That's not how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to hate Luz and count down the days until she could finally leave the show. Luz was supposed to hate her back.

The phone buzzes again and Amity all but drops it off the table trying to snatch it back up. Want me to pick you up tomorrow

Yes, please, she slams backspace. Sure.

K ill bring donuts

Amity doesn't type a reply—she wants to leave her on read and let her see how it feels and also—she doesn't like sweets. Her stomach is already in knots and just the thought of donuts makes her feel like throwing up. But she's glad to not have to worry about driving in the morning. She can just rest easy knowing Luz will get them there safely. I wonder what's going on with me, Amity thinks. She must be coming down with something.

The next morning, their first kiss of the day tasted like glaze sugar.