Luz needed to be her friend, not because she wanted to but because she had to. It'd make things easier for the both of them if they could just get along. She doesn't like girls like Amity. She's overly saturated and rude and oh god—the green hair. Immediately upon meeting her, Luz hates the green hair. It just screams obnoxious rude bitch and she's pleased to know her hunch is correct when they first shake hands.

It's a stiff and forced gesture that Amity clearly thinks she's above doing. She probably thinks everyone here should already know her name by now, she probably thinks she's the star of the show here. Right from the start she is rude and unbothering, extremely unprofessional and Luz wants to put her in her place first thing. But she waits because, maybe she's just having a bad day.

The next day, Luz finds out that, no. That wasn't the problem. Amity is just a bitch with a superiority complex. The green hair said it first. She really hates it, how she thinks she can walk around here, like this whole thing isn't a group effort. Like she's the one making the whole show. She doesn't run the show, that's what Luz wishes she'd get through her thick head.

She knows Amity hates her too but she can't really picture why. After all, Luz has done nothing but be nice to her. She's not used to people hating her, everyone she knows likes her and she didn't expect this to be the place where she made her first arch-nemesis. Amity is a bit melodramatic.

"You think I want to be here anymore than you do?" She snaps when Luz tries to exasperatedly help her out with the zipper on the back of her dress. She really wishes they had separate dressing rooms because this is just… "I don't know what you think you're doing, trying to talk to me. You shouldn't talk to me."

"You're really rude, you know that?" She tugs boredly at the zipper. "I just want you to hurry up so we can get this over with."

"I don't like you, can you get away from me?" She whirls around and her angry glare meets Luz's unamused stare. "Why do you keep insisting—!" Luz pushes her away and Amity stumbles, her eyes widening incredulously. "How dare you!"

"You were in the danger zone," she laughs stiffly. "You're lucky all I did was push you. I actually feel like I could snap your neck right now."

Amity pauses, stammering in shock. "No wonder I feel incredibly unsafe around you. I'm alerting the HR's."

"Do it then," she gestures toward the door. "Be my guest. I'd be happy to be kicked off. You're a nightmare to deal with."

"You're just so…" she groans, struggling for a new insult. She wishes Amity were creative with her excessive name calling at least, to give her something to laugh about. She never says anything she hasn't mentioned before, bad mannered, rude, and—"insufferable!" She says finally and Luz rolls her eyes.

"Tell me something I don't know," she shoots back irritably, heading to leave because she can't stand to be around her any longer. She's too petty. She's only ever concerned with herself, she thinks she's better than everyone else and the only thing she wants to do is make Luz's day as tedious as possible—that's what it seemed like anyways.

And she hates people like that.

She doesn't know what her problem is. She knows Amity's probably just got something bothering her, so Luz tries again. She tries to be nice but sometimes it's really hard when the person we're talking about is a snotty, stuck up princess like Amity.

She sits with her at the cafeteria after shooting is done for the day. She studies her like she's some kind of intriguing puzzle that she can't figure out. That's when Luz starts to like the green hair, it fits her. She can finally appreciate the little things that she can see, like the way she does her eyeliner and her black nail polish. She's kind of hot. Luz doesn't want to like her, though.

"I don't get you," Luz says to her one day, Amity looks up from her phone with an annoyed grunt.

"I don't know why you keep pushing it, Noceda." She snaps. "I really think it's in your best interest to leave me alone!"

"Why? You gonna kill me or something?" She snorts. Even if the thought is funny, she doesn't put it past Amity to kill someone. She thinks she'd definitely do it if she got angry enough. And Luz liked seeing her angry, weirdly. She decided if this was going to be her everyday then she might as well have a little fun with it. "I think you like me." She grins and something flashes in Amity's eyes.

"I want you to leave right now." She growls and Luz tries her absolute hardest not to laugh because it'd only make this worse. Who does she think she is, talking to another person like that? Luz stands her ground and just gives her a smug little look, leaning back in her chair. "Noceda, you—you really, really irk me sometimes." She says, taking slow calming breaths to relax herself.

"Then why don't we try a do-over?" A friendly but still smug smile. "We really did start off on the wrong foot. Completely your fault, by the way." She reaches a hand over the table and Amity only crosses her arms, staring at it incredulously.

"And what makes you think I would ever touch your hand?" She glances up at her and meets Luz's amused but annoyed glare.

Luz sighs, drops her head on the table, gives Amity a look. "Okay. Is there a stick shoved up somewhere deep inside your—!"

"No, I reckon there isn't. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if you had one somewhere."

"Okay. I'm trying to be nice to you!" Luz groans. "What do you want me to do, Blight?"

"Don't talk to me unless absolutely necessary. I don't like you, if you hadn't already got that." She says, completely serious. "And I don't want to see you more than I have to. But still, you insist on following me."

Huh. Luz gets a pretty brilliant idea. "If you don't like me sitting here then why didn't you ever tell me to leave?"

Amity blinks, her pretty little mouth slightly drops open. "This is public premises," she stammers. "You're entitled. That'd be excessive of me to ask that."

That makes Luz wonder. She thinks about it for a while and she realizes, there's definitely some sort of weird attraction going on between the two of them. Amity is conventionally pretty. How could she not think so? She doesn't hold herself accountable until later, when one day she's enjoying a stack of buttery waffles, Amity as her silently aggravated companion. She sees her eyes, how they flick away when she looks at her. How her mouth twitched when she licked the syrup off her lips and, oh. She thinks she gets it now.

She thinks Amity probably likes her, a little bit. She laughs to herself as she's trying to fall asleep one night— of course. It all makes sense now. It's just like the movies. People are rude to you when they like you.

But Luz doesn't want to like Amity. She'd rather die than fall for such a rude, psychotic narcissist like Amity. But…

She does want to test her theory because—she's just a naturally curious person like that. So over the course of their long days together, she watches her more closely and she holds the door open for her and she gives her subtle little hints or- reaction tests, she likes to call it.

Amity definitely likes Luz. She knows it when she kisses her. And Luz definitely likes Amity back because she's really hot and cute, anyone could see that. But she's tired of pretending, keeping her hands to herself all the time. Besides, she knows Amity wants her too. She just wants to have a little bit of fun with her because she's there and she's not going anywhere.

And if Amity didn't like her then she'd push her away when she leaned in for a kiss, right? She wouldn't kiss back or even bother trying to hangout with her. She thinks it's just their thing, it's weird and confusing but fun and that's why Luz likes it. She knows it isn't serious so she can just do whatever because it's stupid and inconsequential, they're just dumb hot and bothered teenagers.

She never expected Amity to actually fall for her like that. She never wanted that to happen. Really, the way Amity looks at her scares her a bit. What's she supposed to do? She doesn't love her that way, at least she think she doesn't. Maybe she will, she hopes she does because Amity is...special. She's cute. She deserves someone to love her and Luz just doesn't think she's the one.

She thought Amity just wanted to have sex a few times and pretend it didn't happen, they could keep filming the show and act like they never knew each other after that. That's what she thought was going to happen and then…

She gave herself more time, more time because Amity kept coming back and she still wasn't feeling like she wanted to marry her or anything. She feels terrible about Amity. They're so far in and she's completely ready for anything—anything Luz wants to do and anything Luz says. She begs to be touched and held and loved and Luz can't give that to her.

"I love you," she says more often and Luz is completely halfway about the situation. Yes, she was right about Amity and she did love her. But that was the problem. This was her fault.

She likes messing with Amity, even still when she cries after they're done. She feels used, she says. Luz doesn't want to feel bad about it anymore because it's eating her up but she can't ever imagine stopping with- whatever this is. She still wants to touch her and kiss her and play with her because...it was fun. And she was bored.

"Say it back," Amity demands and Luz groans.

She hates Amity still. No wonder she couldn't get herself to fall in love. It's been so long, an exhausting but fun year with her and still they've gotten nowhere. But Amity keeps coming back and as long as she comes back, Luz won't ever turn her away. Amity has all the power here.

She doesn't know what she wants to do with her because she doesn't want to like her and she doesn't want to get attached.

So she takes Amity on a date, like that'd help either of their cases with how knee deep they are and how terrible this whole thing is. But still, Amity comes back and Luz doesn't know why. If she's hurting so much then shouldn't she just stop?

Luz acts like an asshole because she feels like an asshole. There's no way she can try to change herself now and plus Amity seems to like it. She seems to like when Luz talks down on her, pushes her around, treats her like crap. She doesn't have to pretend with Amity, not like this.

They run into a new bar, Luz tugging Amity along behind her. She'd said multiple times she doesn't like coming to these, getting drunk. She always says, "No, Luz, no," but she still comes back anyways. Really, no has no meaning for them anymore. She always says no but keeps going anyways.

She starts to think that maybe Amity doesn't know what she wants. She doesn't know what to think or do because all she can think about is Luz and that's the part that really bugs her.

Amity and Luz are blissfully drunk again, the tips of her pale ears are a bright pink. She says weird and crazy stuff and all Luz can do is just listen. It's fascinating. She asks if she wants to get married and if she wants to have kids. She asks about moving in and she mentions new things for them to try.

"I don't think we should do this for much longer," she says in a drunken drawl, they're sprawled out on Luz's bed. This is their first time in her room and now she thinks she'll never be able to sleep in this bed without feeling a bit guilty. "I feel like shit."

"Me too." Luz says, her eyes flutter closed. She's pretty exhausted about today and the past year and a half. "But I want you." She says inconspicuously.

"You want me?" She giggles and—damn, she shouldn't have said that. " Now you want me?"

"I've always wanted you. You're too perfect." They kiss sloppily and Amity moans.

"You're really drunk. That's all."

"You're right." Luz says and Amity moves to cuddle closer. She's okay—no, she's accepted it now, she's used to hearing it. Or, not hearing it. She remembers how much that bothered her.

But no one's ever looked at her quite the way Amity does. At worst... she feels bad for a while. But then she just smiles because Amity's smiling at her too. She doesn't get why she still smiles.

She sees how Amity looks at her, like she's the best thing in the world. Sometimes she doesn't feel that way. She sometimes gets tired of being like this all the time. She hates the warm pink flush to her cheeks when they kiss because it isn't happy or special. She hates the way she slightly bites her lip when she wants more. She hates how she still feels obligated somehow.

Amity leaves her or, tries at least. She'd tried that multiple times already and it never really worked out the way they expected it to. But this time, it's Luz's fault that they get back together—she hopes that makes Amity feel a little less terrible this time around because now she's the one who's awake at two in the morning texting her.

And, Amity is weak, she knows that already. It's not her fault that this dumpster fire of a relationship is still hanging on by some thread. She guesses maybe the only thing that's keeping them going is their undying passion... ugh. What is she doing?

Amity isn't a hard person to persuade. In anything, really. She wasn't hard to get close to, she isn't hard to touch and she definitely doesn't put up much of a fight, especially when it comes to Luz. She's a strong and level headed person, obnoxious sometimes but with Luz she seems to use her heart instead of her head. Which is definitely the problem.

They stumble into yet another bar, first up on their vicious cycle that they both love so much. She thinks Amity is starting to like drinking now and it makes her a bit sick to the stomach, how much she's changed her. She orders a generous amount of whatever it is she wants to try —she obviously knows nothing about alcohol but it's cute to Luz.

The pink flush on her pale face is how she knows she's drunk, which doesn't take long after the first sip. She loves her Amity, her amazing, stupid, foolish Amity. She doesn't know what she's doing here but because Luz is there, she'd go anywhere. She wonders what she wants and why is she being so persistent.

She knows she has Amity forever, as long as she wants and as long as she'll have her, as long as she keeps coming back. And Luz hopes she does because this is fun. They have long stressful days and this is nice, to just be here like this with someone she's got this weirdly terrible but amazing relationship with.

But she had no idea it was going to get this far. Luz dreamed of being with Amity, fantasized about it a few times because she hates her so much. She knows Amity is just a trope and she could be easily taken down a peg with a few kisses and things if she wanted.

She guesses that maybe she just got a little carried away with her petty revenge quest.