fuck that

I'm Amelia Susan Bones, 19, and definitely am at least in the top three coolest people you'll ever meet... Really?... Top five then? 

[amesbones]

after party // oct 1978

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

She laughed, that had to be good. Peter instantly felt just the slightest bit better, at her laughter of course. He was awfully nervous, regardless of the fact that he was repeating calm down over and over in his head until he felt like hexing himself to death. “Really? The like, really out there shit?” Peter put his arms behind him on the bed, half leaning back on them. “It sounds like it ought to be some nice muggle wine or something, definitely not tea. They should stick to the regular teas, eh?” A smile formed on his lips as she agreed. He couldn’t deny the occasional thought that he was some sort of alcoholic, but when others– such as Amelia– reassured him he felt much better about it all. Peter himself has declared it before, but there’s not a boy one would meet who’s more antisocial and unaware of social situations than Peter himself. He’s awfully unobservant, and he never has any clue of what’s happening. This was precisely why he didn’t really notice her slight change in demeanor, and he definitely didn’t pick up on her hints of anger. Idiot. But rather, his brain was focusing on the closeness of her hand– had she done that? Did he miss that? Or did he do that on accident? Fucking hell, he hoped it wasn’t an accident. Drawn away by her words, Pete looked up at her, surprised. “Y-you were? Why?” The words left his mouth quickly, and he regretted them instantly.

“Yeah, I mean I don’t know what the fuck I had been expecting from a tea party, but I was kind of hoping for regular tea and biscuits shit with a lot more alcohol.” She let out a little laugh as he said it sounded like a nice muggle wine. “Yeah, wine names are just as fucked up. I can’t pronounce half of them.” 

Amelia’s hand was still twitching towards Peter’s and there were only two ways that she could answer his question. She could make it completely obvious how nervous she was by this whole nice situation that she had created herself or she could ignore her nerves and be honest with Peter. Most guys wouldn’t have even asked her that question or seemed so oblivious to what she was getting at and that made her think she had to take a bit more control of this situation. “Yeah,” She said simply, still contemplating how best to answer this as her hand remained still near his. The hair on that hand pricked up a little at the anticipation of maybe touching his hand. “Are you really asking that?” A light laugh that didn’t sound like her own left her after asking that. “I think hanging out with you is better than any fucking tea party.” 

[amesbones]

after party // oct 1978

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

Peter was exhausted, and in the exhaustion he genuinely did not expect to find himself in Amelia’s bedroom, of all places. It was so immediate and startling for him. The apparation left him feeling dizzy and nauseous, but so did the room. “Oh, fuck, it is.” The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted them– in fact, they sounded anything from necessary. His comment was fucking useless. Like himself. “I uh, kinda? I guess. I can only get so much tea though, y’know I’ve got a uh, tea limit and all.” His eyes were scanning the walls and the floor, looking everywhere as Amelia seemed to keep herself plenty occupied. “I prefer the hard stuff. Did you?”

He watched her move around her room carefully, unsure where to put himself. Peter felt awfully out of place, just standing to the side. Her room was so different from how he expected it, yet it seemed to fit her perfectly. But, on the other hand, Pete stuck out like a sore thumb and he couldn’t take it. Amelia turned back to him, as the music started playing around them. Peter wasn’t as much of a music junkie as he made himself out to be, and so he was a tad bit unimpressed. Or at least, uninterested. He was more so interested in Amelia. “Yeah, yeah it’s cool.” Peter told her, watching her sit down– oh god, do I sit down?– his question was answered by her simple motion. Relax. Just a super pretty and rad girl’s bedroom, no big deal. Carefully, he sat down beside her, eyes moving between her and the room. “Did you have a good time today? At Hestia’s, I mean.” Merlin, she was hot.

Amelia let out a soft laugh as he spoke about his tea limit. Edgar had been, obviously, so right about the fact that she liked him, because why else would she just laugh at such a simple comment. No, this is supposed to just be a friendly fucking situation. “I fucking hate tea that isn’t the regular ‘put two fucking sugars in and a bit of milk’ tea. Did you hear some of those names? Fucking... Darjee-blah and ‘A hint of shitting berry’. It was a bit much. Definitely prefer the hard stuff too.” She finished her hateful monologue with a smile in Peter’s direction, because it felt like maybe this was a bonding moment. She wasn’t sure what those consisted of, but this seemed to be it. 

Amelia was irritated for a second by Peter’s lack of interest in the music, but then she realized that hadn’t that just been an excuse to invite him around to an area she felt safe in and away from alcohol, so that whatever this was could be sober and nice? That long and unforgiving logic didn’t even matter anymore as soon as he sat down next her. She knew then that this wasn’t just a friendly fucking situation to her. She moved her hand a little closer to his before she started speaking. “It was okay,” She sighed, looking up at him once more. “I was kind of looking forward to this more than the party though.” 

[amesbones]

oct 1978 // House of Bones

[amesbones]

eddieboners:

Edgar shrugged. “His parents can’t really force him, he’s over seventeen, and so are you. I think you kids just want to fuck each other’s brains out secretly. That’s my guess. Maybe we should ask Ivan about it. He’s better with decoding people’s feelings and shit.” He rolled his eyes and lifted up his cane, threatening to hit her once more. “I told you that’s not an admission! I’m talking hypothetically. I hope you know what that word means because you’re not going to win Peter over if you don’t start applying yourself a bit more. He seems like the dorky type.” He snorted and when he spoke again, he tried to make his best Amelia impression. “Oh Peter is a nice boy, only a nice boy. I want to marry him and have ginger children and name them all Edgar even the girls because my brother is clearly the best and he knows I’m crazy about Peter Pettigrew.” The rehdead had to interrupt himself because of the laughter fit that overcame him. “No but really, have you made a move already?”

“Ugh, don’t be such a disgusting twat.” She let out a burst of laughter at him mentioning Ivan like that. “You’re saying I should ditch on dinner then? Fuck it, let’s make a break for it and you can cook me dinner instead.” Amelia rolled her eyes dramatically. “Sounds like a fucking admission to me if I ever heard one. And I have heard one... from your mouth just then, you dick.” She frowned hard as he went on and on and fucking on about her apparent confession of love for Peter. Gross. “That’s never gonna happen.” She paused, heaving a huge sigh as she realized she could possibly get advice here that wasn’t from someone like Bertha who rallied any sentence about a boy with giving Amelia a makeover. “Hypothetically speaking how would you make a move on someone when you don’t know how they feel? Note the word choice of hypothetical please.”

[ofmymuses]

Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; { the dirtbag rebel }

a tendency to raise hell but for a GOOD reason

[amesbones]

after party // oct 1978

Amelia didn’t want to risk her parents being around when she brought Peter back to hers (although thinking that she was bringing him back to hers was just bizarre) and so they performed a side along apparition straight to her bedroom. They had gone from the wide open spaces of Hestia’s garden to the room filled with so many unnecessary plants and a giant punching bag that the space between them felt even more non-existent. “So... this is my room.” She announced awkwardly. Her hand was still holding his and she let it go to walk over to her record player. She searched through her stack for Fleetwood Mac like she had promised. “Did you drink a lot of tea then? Today, I mean. I’ve never seen so much shitting tea.” She was filling the silence as she searched for this record. 

Knocking over several records onto the floor, she succeeded in finding the one she needed. She carefully placed the record down and the sound of ‘Dreams’ began to fill her room. Turning back around, she realized that she had just left Peter standing there this whole time. “What do you think?” She said, rather softly for her as she watched him simply being in her room. It was a strange sight. “They’re pretty fucking rad, right?” She sat down on her bed and looked up at Peter, inviting him to sit next to her with just a pat on the bed next to her. Today was the most effort she had ever made going to a party before. Sure she was dressed the same as usual, but she allowed Bertha to put a red lipstick on her. She kind of liked it, but this made the whole situation so much more fucking strange and all she could think was, ‘I’ve never had a boy I like here before’ 

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[amesbones]

Urban Fantasy AU - Ghostbusters

“Okay,” Amelia sighed, pulling the phone away for a second to roll her eyes at Lily. “Okay... Yeah, I know what that is... Yeah, you should probably run away... Okay, lady you got to fucking calm down alr-” Amelia looked at the phone for a second before turning back to Lily. “The bitch hung up on me.” She slammed the phone down and began storming through the room, looking for the necessary equipment. “I did find out that the arsehole of a ghost we tried to find this morning has made his way over to the old operahouse, because clearly he’s a cultured bastard.” She picked up something that looked like it might be useful and held it to rest on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” 

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[burkv-blog]

| hestia’s tea party. |

[amesbones]

burkv:

All Amelia’s glancing around did was have Anastasia laugh.  It was a little careless to mention it in public, but it wasn’t as if they were stood too close to anyone.  She did lowered her voice a little, however.  “Is that because you kissed a girl, or because you kissed me?”  Ana only arched her brows playfully.  “Don’t I?  Besides, what my fiance doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

“If you’re trying to assume that I’ve never kissed a girl before then you’re fucking wrong, my problem is with kissing you.” She dramatically shuddered as if the thought was so awful. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t. “Oh, pureblood marriages are so fucked, it seems like none of you lot have committed relationships.” She commented with a shake of her head, before turning back to the matter at hand. “It’s all some kind of fucked game for you. I think you did it as some sort of experiment and something you could hold over me for the rest of our lives.” She gestured at her. “Case in point.” 

[burkv-blog]

| hestia’s tea party. |

[amesbones]

burkv:

As if she hadn’t come over just to speak with Amelia, Anastasia casually stepped passed her, attention falling on the array of food.  “But not too evil to kiss?”  she asked innocently, sparing her a glance.  She doubted she was supposed to bring that up, but it was impossible to resist.  “Make up your mind, Bones.  Or I’m going to start feeling lead on.”

If Anastasia was trying to freak Amelia out completely then she was succeeding. She looked around to make sure nobody was listening in on this conversation she wanted no part of. “Do you mind not bringing up that shit here? I actually like some of the people here and don’t really want them knowing about when I lost my fucking head.” She shook her head, sighing deeply. “Oh, come on, quit fucking playing. It’s not like you want to kiss me again. Here. And you’re engaged now anyway.” 

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

Merlin, she was still holding his arm. He was positive this was weird somehow, and he even tried spinning it off with a joke, “Is this your way of trying to hold my hand?” Peter laughed nervously, regretting saying it immediately. His cheeks flushed as she called him sweet, turning away for a moment as he tried to hide it. This kept happening, Peter kept finding himself blushing around her and he couldn’t figure out why she had this effect on him. Yet, he definitely didn’t want it to stop. “Are you? Are you sure?” Pete challenged her, returning her grin just as easily. “I think I know the Beatles, David Bowie sounds familiar but uh– what’s Fleetwood Mac?” He tilted his head. “No hot chocolate in the house? Well, that just seems like a sin. I couldn’t allow for that, honestly. I uh– thank you, Amelia. You’re always welcome at mine, if you ever need to escape the hot chocolate, that is.” Blushing, again. Fucking hell. “I hadn’t heard, is it an open invite? I don’t see why not, honestly.” It. His mind went to places it shouldn’t have, places a thirteen year old would think of. Then again, he wasn’t far off. “Yeah, yeah that sounds rad. I don’t see why not.”

As Peter brought attention to her holding his arm still, Amelia flinched and immediately snatched her hand back. “Oh... I didn’t even realize,” Fuck, how embarrassing. He wouldn’t point out her holding his arm if he actually like the fact that she was doing that. As the roles reversed once more and he was clearly the one embarrassed now, she gave an involuntary smirk. “Yes, I’m completely positive unless you want to challenge me on always being right.” She let out a grunt of disapproval as he discussed his knowledge of music. “Well, you clearly need a fucking education on muggle music if you say you only think you know the Beatles. This might be a long session based on your lack of knowledge. Are you prepared for that?” She laughed as he spoke about the hot chocolate. “Well, it’s either no hot chocolate or being held hostage in awkward conversations with my parents. Your choice. And thanks, I’ll take you up on that.” Amelia raised an eyebrow as he asked about Hestia’s tea party. She thought he must be the last person to be hearing about it. “Really? She kind of announced it very loudly during the last meeting. Think she’s invited every living, breathing fucker there.” It really wasn’t clear whether this was a date or a hangout or whatever the fuck else it could be, but it had Amelia beaming nonetheless. “Okay, that’s cool then.” 

[burkv-blog]

| hestia’s tea party. |

@amesbones

Anastasia wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing in Hestia Jones’ back garden, but she supposed it could be worse.  There were plenty of people to mingle with, cakes to eat and overall, the party wasn’t too tedious.  Of course, it was lacking any excitement, but as her dark eyes fell on a familiar face, she found a way to make her own.  “You know, I’d wondered if I’d see you here,” she said, approaching the other witch, a playful smile on her lips. 

[amesbones]

Amelia decided she didn’t like tea parties as soon as she walked in and the answer ‘regular’ wasn’t a suitable response to what type of tea she wanted. She decided to stand near a food table, so she had a reason not to discuss tea with anyone. At the sound of the all too familiar voice, Amelia had to physically stop herself from smiling at the memory of their last encounter. “Funny, I wasn’t wondering the same about you at all. I thought you were far too evil to be included on Hestia’s list.” 

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

Peter was both quite oblivious and quite aware of the concept of the closeness of Amelia’s hands. It was startling, but all the while he did not know what it meant in it’s entirety. “What do you owe me from? I’ve got a shit memory,” he told her, half-squinting as he tried to recall. How many times had they run into each other now? It was starting to seem a bit out of the ordinary, maybe even planned. Her aggressive tone broke through to him, as she seemed to hide a compliment in her words. Pete couldn’t quite put his finger on why he liked that, but it made him smile and even laugh a bit. “Whatever you say, Amelia.” Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly, bringing a grin to his cheeks. He took a sip of his drink, downing half of the remaining glass. It couldn’t be just him who noticed, but Amelia definitely seemed less sober than him, and he wanted to be at that level if he was going to have a remotely flirtatious conversation with her. Or were they flirting now? Is that what this passed as? “Uh fuck…” Peter scratched the back of his neck and paused, thinking for a moment. “I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me. If I heard it, I would definitely know it. It was good music, that’s all I can tell you.” Had she just invited him over? Fucking weird. “Oh thanks Amelia, that’s rad of you. Are you sure it’s alright? You’re parents won’t try to force feed me hot chocolate and keep me hostage?” The subtle reference brought a chuckle from Peter’s lips.

Amelia kept her hand on his arm, not sure whether she was waiting for him to just remove her hand or for him to react in a positive way, whatever that may be, but sure now of the fact that it was nice to her. “Saving me some treats from the meeting obviously? And... uh... I never really said thanks for staying with me at the hospital that day. That was sweet.” Her mind drifted back to when they had a conversation about what girls liked in guys and she had said sweet... Would he remember such a small detail? Her skin seemed to flush at him saying her name. It sounded so special and different coming from his mouth and she wanted to hear it again. “I do say and I’m usually right.” She grinned back at him. “Sounds like a great fucking song. Well, I actually have some good stuff like David Bowie, The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac... Loads of stuff.” She shrugged, trying to downplay it. “I asked you, so of course it’s alright. Maybe I make sure there’s no hot chocolate in the house when you come around.” She finished with a smirk, enjoying this private joke they had. “Are you going to Hestia’s party? A tea party sounds fucking bizarre, but not like a crazy night. We could do it afterwards? It as in listening to music.” 

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

Amelia’s hand touched his arm, and although startling Peter didn’t find himself drawing away. Of course, given that a girl was touching him, Pete was the last person anyone would expect to draw away. If anything, he leaned into it. “Are you sure? Usually in pubs, the guy gets the girl the drink so– only if you insist.” He added the last bit, realizing she might take offense to his words. It was weird. Peter had started to pick up on occasions where Amelia had been or might be offended by something he said, he was starting to get that weird flippy, tingly feeling in his stomach because of it. “I have definitely not had enough, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve been here maybe twenty minutes so,” he held up his half empty glass, “This is all I’ve got.” He tilted his head, listening to her. Merlin, she was pretty. “I mean– it makes sense. I’m a boring old sack of shit, you’re more interesting than me. I uh, I don’t have one actually. I’ve been wanting one, Sirius got me into some good music– haven’t had the time to go out and find one though. Have you got anything good?” Not that he would know what good was.

Amelia kept her hand on his arm, aware that doing that was causing the hair on her arm to stand up on edge. Daringly, as if she was fucking full of nerve tonight, she moved her hand further down his arm, choosing a resting spot of the back of his wrist. “Friends of different genders can buy each other drinks. Besides I owe you.” She smiled, but inside she just wanted to take the word ‘friends’ back. Were they even friends at this point? Weren’t they acquaintances with some weird unspoken thing lingering annoyingly between them? What were they? “Shut the fuck up. Seriously. You’re not boring.” The sinking feeling came as soon as she said the words. Fucking Merlin, it was so clear to her now due her to pathetic words that she liked him and it was probably a lot more than she should. She didn’t know whether she wanted him to like her back or not, because that would make this so much worse, but she carried on practically showcasing her epiphany to him. “What music has Sirius been showing you then? I’m obsessed with muggle music, so yeah, believe me I’ve got some good shit. If you don’t have a record player you can come to mine to listen to some if you want... No big deal.” 

[amesbones]

oct 1978 // House of Bones

[amesbones]

eddieboners:

“Oh come on! Mum can take it. Especially if you’re punching a sexist piece of shit like that.” Edgar grinned at her words. “Not that’s my sister right there. And he still wants to shag you? Bloody hell, that boy must be out of his mind. Or maybe he’s a masochist.” His eyes widened. “Are you calling me unprofessional? Excuse you! Of course I haven’t tried anything. Not only is she my trainee, but she’s also Alana’s best friend. My ex girlfriend who’s dating my twin brother? Rings any bells? They even bloody share an apartment! Even if I liked her, which by the way I am not confirming, it’s really complicated and I might hurt Alana and Ivan in the process. I don’t know if that’s worth it. He’s still my family after all.” A barking laugh escaped his mouth at his sister’s reaction. It seemed like he was not the only one getting busted that night. “Well, well, well Ginger Devil. Look who’s in love now. Don’t think I haven’t seen you making googly eyes at him every time you’re together. It makes me want to puke a little bit.”

“I don’t think he actually wants to. That would be fucking weird. Maybe his parents are forcing him to come here too.” Amelia shrugged a little at his words about not wanting to upset Ivan, thinking it was probably wise not to point out the obvious that Ivan had done something arguable worse. “Okay, so it makes it a little tiny bit more complicated, but, like, you’re admitting you like her?” She bounces once in her seat in excitement as she puts the pieces together. “You said you don’t know if that’s worth it! So you want to shag her, but is the price to pay worth it. I think so...” Amelia glared at her brother as he laughed openly at her. “Look, shithead, you have no idea what you’re fucking talking about. Googly eyes? I wouldn’t have a fucking clue how to even make them... Peter is a boy. A nice boy, but that’s as much of an opinion as I have of him.”

[amesbones]

peterpettigrxw:

Peter shrugged, already wanting to forget his complete failure. Amelia was here now, and she was quite pretty– exactly why he didn’t quite want to be discussing another girl, and his failure. Her words made him laugh, leaning as the light chuckle left his lips. “You’re definitely right, some people are fucking weird. You are pretty fun,” he noted and nudged her shoulder. Was she into him? Peter was starting to get his judgement clouded by the mere idea that Amelia liked him, and that he could potentially flirt with her. Then again, why was he even considering this idea with all that was going on in his life? “I– oh, yeah, definitely, of course. I wouldn’t have wanted you to go hungry, and I uh, I noticed you liked them.” Shit, had she picked up on that? “Not really, honestly. Just kind of… around, y’know?” Boring answer, he told himself. “Sorry, I’m not good at talking about myself. I’d rather talk about you, or some other shit.”

Amelia sucked on her lips as he called her fun. Was that just a nice compliment or flirting? Did guys usually just compliment girls in pubs? “You’re pretty fun too.” She said, nudging him right back. She in fact moved her hand to rest on his forearm, bringing it down lightly as if they might just ignore the fact that she was even doing that. “No, I’ll have to repay the favour of you getting me the treats. I could get you a drink? You want now? With me?” She figured if he said yes to that then either he was terrified of saying no to her or he liked her. If it was the latter then she was definitely allowed to make some sort of move, right? Or was she just a bit drunk right now? “How much have you drank? I need to see who will be catching up with whom? Or who? I’m fucking shit at grammar.” She shook her head. “I feel like we talk about me more than we do about you. Uhm... I don’t know what to fucking say about me now.  do you know much about muggle music? I have a record player - do you have one? You could borrow one of my records sometime.”

[amesbones]

oct 1978 // House of Bones

[amesbones]

eddieboners:

Edgar burst out into laughter, and it took him a second to recover himself. “What?! No, of course I wasn’t here. Otherwise that dinner would have ended up in tears. Wait- you didn’t punch him? I will be very disappointed if you say no.” He shrugged. “A girlfriend then. Can you imagine the Belby’s faces if you said that? They would have a heart attack. That would make me stay here, just saying.” At the mention of Octavia, he sat up straight immediately, glaring at his sister. “Oi, fuckface, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my trainee. Are you bloody shagging Florence? No, you’re not. I hope. Well, same thing with me and Eight.” His smirk now mimicked Amelia’s. “Though now that I find myself without a partner I might steal yours. Peter Pettigrew seems nice enough. He won’t be able to walk for a couple of days after I’m done with him but we can fix that later.” He stuck out her tongue at her. “Look at us, the Bones, boning our siblings’ significant others.”

“In front of Mum? No, I think she’s seen enough of me punching people at dinner parties for a lifetime.” She paused before almost smugly stating. “I did kick him rather hard under the table and tripped him up on his way out. I’m surprised he’s even fucking risking his life to come here tonight.” She poked him. “Again. I can’t lie... Although Belby might fall for it. It would be rather amusing.” Amelia laughed at Edgar’s reaction to her bringing up Octavia. Expected, but amusing. “Oi, shitface, those are two very different situations. We’re much more professional than you. I’m surprised you haven’t tried anything yet though... Eight? Already coming up with shitty, but cute nicknames for her? Sounds like love.” The triumphant smile was quickly wiped from Amelia’s face. She sat up straighter, eyeing up Edgar angrily. “Why the fuck would you even say some stupid shit like that?” She shook her head, unable to even laugh at his joke. “I’m not going to entertain your disgusting, bitter fucking joke making. Peter, huh?” She snorted. Showing her bad lying once again. “Fucking hilarious. Honestly.”

[amesbones]

cxntrxlfreak:

“Well, you see…” she paused. “Aurors are extremely admirable and brave, and yes of course they make a difference. They follow the rules just as anyone does, there are laws and everyone follows them. It’s not an easy job though, but  I believe you’d make a great Auror.” she admitted. She believed in Amelia, because not only did she remind her of her younger self, but because there was so much potential in her. “The Leaky Cauldron it is. Drinks are on me.” Millicent usually didn’t drink, simply because she got extremely out of hand when she had gotten drunk in the past. She recalled once smashing a window in the Hog’s Head pub, not because she threw a chair at it or anything, she had jumped out of it. But to be fair it was an accidental occurrence, the reflections had confused her. 

“But do you think you can go from being an Auror to a position of power? To someone who helps make laws?” Amelia was trying to be tactful for once at describing that she wanted to get older and be influential. “But thank you, I want to be a good Auror, I just want to help make change, to be in a better world than we are right now. To help the muggleborns and fellow half-bloods by making changes that are actually beneficial to them instead of skirting around them.” She smiled at the fact that Millicent was going to buy drinks. She wouldn’t argue with that one. “Well, you are the one earning here, so it only seems fucking fair.” 

[amesbones]

burkv:

When Amelia finally came to her senses, Anastasia had been past the point of expecting to be shoved away.  She stumbled back at the push.  It was rare to see her flustered, but the whole situation was so far from the norm, she wasn’t in a rush to collect herself.  Her hair a mess and lipstick smudged, she was looking at Amelia with a spark to her eyes.  It took a conscious effort not to just try for another kiss.  At least that way, they wouldn’t have to think about any of this.  At that question, barely audible in the noisy bar, she couldn’t help but laugh.  “At least now we know what you’re issue with me is,”  she taunted.  “If all you’ve been wanting is a snog, you should’ve just said.”

Amelia simply let out a bemused laugh at Anastasia’s attempt in provoking her. “I don’t think you can say shit right now. You were clearly gagging for a snog as well. Maybe that’s what you’ve wanted the whole fucking time.” She shrugged, not sure who won this verbal battle of theirs this time. “I’m going to go before we start doing something disgusting like making out again or something worse.” She approached her firstly before backing away completely as she neatened out some of Anastasia’s hair. 

Giving a nervous smile she said, “Figured some bitch like you cares a lot about her image.” She froze for a second, leaning in to peck her on the lips as a goodbye of sorts before practically running out of the bar.