The house was mostly barren as Steven, Amethyst and Connie played a card game in the living room. It was a particularly interesting card game at that.
"Steven," Connie said, drawing a card. "Would you rather fight a hundred duck sized horses, or one horse sized duck?"
"Hmm... Definitely the duck." Steven responded. "Amethyst." He pulled the fake card he and Connie had made off the pile, glancing at Connie nervously. "Would you rather date a boy, or a girl?"
Amethyst hummed slightly, biting her lip. Her eyes darted across the room, and she thought out her answer.
"It's okay, Amethyst." Connie reassured her. "We won't judge you."
"I guess it doesn't really matter... It's personality that counts, not gender. Hearts, not parts."
Steven smiled a little, glancing at Connie and blushing slightly. Her hair hung around her face, accentuating the thin frames of her glasses. She stacked the cards neatly and put them back in the box. Every move was quick and precise, and he liked that.
Amethyst snickered and made kissy faces at Steven to tease him, earning her an agitated glare from him.
"Umm.. Why are you doing that?" Connie asked, her forehead scrunched with confusion.
"Steven knows." Amethyst looked at him, still laughing.
"Okay then..." Connie put the box of cards away, brushing off the subject. Amethyst was weird, and she'd always known that, but this seemed a little too odd, even for her.
A couple hours later, Amethyst was out cold. Taking the opportunity, Connie and Steven snuck into his room, booting up Connie's laptop.
"That game didn't help us any..." Steven pointed out, eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"So we just go online and find someone we think will be a good match." She decided, opening up the website. "Do you have any pictures of her?"
"Uh, yeah." He pulled out his cellphone, scrolling to a goofy selfie they had taken on the beach. "It's not very flattering though..."
"It'll be fine. Email it to me." She started typing away, writing Amethyst's biography, leaving out her immortality. That could be dealt with later. She opened up her email, and laughed at the picture. "You were right. Definitely not flattering. I guess it doesn't really matter." She uploaded the picture along with the small bio she'd written for her, and clicked "Save."
"There. Now we wait."
Garnet stood speechless, still holding Pearl in her arms. She certainly hadn't anticipated this, Pearl falling for her so quickly, but she was ecstatic nonetheless.
"I love you too." She hugged her tighter to her chest, her insides bursting with passion, gems glowing brightly.
Pearl rested her head on Garnet's shoulder, the incandesence of her gem growing stronger, lighting up the slowly darkening sky.
"Maybe we should head back.." Garnet mused. "It's getting late."
"We don't have to." Pearl responded. "Steven and Connie are with Amethyst, and if they need anything, she or Greg can take care of it. We could stay out here all night, if you wanted." She stepped down onto the ground.
Garnet moved her hands to around Pearl's hips. "We could... What do you suggest we do?"
"I have an idea." She purred, leaning closer to Garnet. She planted her lips against hers, moving closer so their bodies touched. She ran her hands through her leader's hair, gently rolling the strands between her fingertips. Sparks coursed through her as she revelled in the feeling of their connected lips. Her lungs ached, and her heart pounded, her stomach twisting with quickly intensifying passion. A soft murmur passed through her lips, her senses tingling with excitement. She hesitantly broke the embrace for air, and reconnected it just as quickly, only pausing for a scarcely adequate intake of breath. She curled one leg around Garnet's waist, shivering with ecstasy at the contact. She pulled away after a moment, the need for air burning in her chest.
Garnet blushed and looked down upon her, trying to take back control of her breathing.
"That was fun." She purred, her breath slowly returning to normal.
"Indeed it was."
"What about this one?" Steven asked.
"Ew, no!" Connie squeaked. "Left, left, left!"
Steven laughed. "He's not that bad.. How about this one?"
"Hmm... Nope. Left."
"Are you just rejecting everybody?" He asked, swiping to another picture.
"Yeah, pretty much... Left."
"This isn't very productive.."
"I have a strategy... Left."
"Maybe we should look for a girl for Amethyst... Since this isn't getting us anything."
"Yeah, let's do that..." She answered. "Maybe that will help."
The next hour was spent looking through pictures, with many, many left swipes.
"This has gotten us nowhere.." Connie groaned, exasperated.
"Maybe.. Maybe we should just look for people offline." Steven suggested.
"Or, maybe," Amethyst interrupted, walking up the stairs. "You could leave my love life to myself."
Steven and Connie glanced at each other worriedly, hoping that Amethyst wouldn't be mad.
"Why are you even doing this?" She asked, confused.
Connie bit her lip slightly. "You seem kinda off lately..." She explained. "So we figured, maybe you were lonely, since Pearl and Garnet are together, and Steven and I hang out all the time..."
"We were only trying to help.." Steven added.
"And that's nice and all, but I'm fine. Really. If I decide I want to look for someone, then I will."
"Who do you hang out with all day when we're not here?" Steven asked.
"I have things to occupy myself with. Don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine. I promise." She smiled and ruffled Steven's hair. "Besides, I've got you guys, who else could I possibly need?"
The waves crashed against the rocks, the black night empty of stars. Clouds covered all except the half moon, which glowed brightly into the overcast. The wind blew from the sea, sending salt stinging into her eyes.
She stood atop the rocks, staring up at the sky expectantly. A slight hint of despair shone in her eyes, her face empty of any expression. Her long, dull golden hair fluttered behind her, the strands thick
with moisture. Her jeans were torn along the lower of her left leg, a long gash in the material. Little white threads blew off into the winds, and the ends of the laces on her boots fluttered, but she paid them no attention.
"Please..." She whispered, her eyes watery with salt and tears. "Don't forget me..."
A single teardrop plinked against the rocks.