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A fist collides with a wall, a loud bang ringing out across Boscha’s admittedly large room. Then another, the second making a dent in the wall. Adrenaline courses through her veins, pushing the pain from her body as she rams her fist into the wall for a third time, this time shattering any resistance to the pain she felt, letting out a shriek of hurt. She brings her shaking fist back to her body, knuckles punctured and spots of blood starting to emanate from them. She winces, tears escaping her eyes as she keels over, clutching her hand against her chest as she tries to prevent the incessant shuddering from it with her other hand.
She sighs as she falls backwards onto her bed, sighing in both pain and anguish as she does so. Breathing heavy as she holds her wrist close, a small whine escaping her lips. She glances black down at the injury to her knuckles, wincing as she notices the blood seeping from the wounds she made.
All she knows is that she’s angry, at everyone and everything. Her best friend has been torn away from her by people she hates; and who her best friend should hate too, but for some reason doesn’t. She’ll never understand the connection that Amity has with Luz, and vice versa, and to be honest she doesn’t want to. That human is the last person she wants to think about right now, let alone ponder what her connection with Amity Blight is. She just knows that she is where she should be; beside Amity as her friend. But for some reason the green-haired goddess doesn’t feel the same. It’s a dilemma Boscha’s never had before; a friend leaving you, never mind the other three friends that have recently abandoned her. She’s had Cat, Amelia and Skara as friends longer than she has had Amity, and they never really argued or fought. Her mom did pick out the best of the best, of course, and Amity was at the top of that list. She came to understand later on, though, that the way they came to be friends wasn’t exactly genuine; more of a business move that the Blights and Draghouls worked together to pull off. As much as it started out fake, it always felt real to Boscha. Recent events have made her think that Amity wasn’t as stupid as her, that she always saw through what their parents had arranged. She doesn’t quite know.
Boscha sits up to see her door open, her other mom entering with a warm smile on her face; a plate of cookies in hand.
“Are you okay, Boscha-dear?” she asks sweetly. Boscha stuffs her hand beneath her bed’s covers, giving a half-hearted smile back as the maternal woman approaches, placing the plate on Boscha’s desk before sitting on her bed, her hand landing atop Boscha’s; the one that wasn’t stuffed beneath the sheets. Boscha doesn’t respond, simply staring. The woman leans in to hug Boscha, and she accepts it, in her own way; not exactly rejecting her but not hugging back either. “We both love you, you know that?” She pulls away, and Boscha simply shrugs, and concern washes over the mother.
“Amity— and the others— they want nothing to do with me,” she blurts out, changing the subject but also getting something off her chest that she’s really needed to. “They’ve all just- just left me!” Now the tears are falling and she can’t stop them, slinking down on her bed as her mother’s hand lands on top of hers, squeezing it comfortingly.
“I’m sure that if you-”
“No, mom!” Boscha interrupts, hurt and red eyes snapping to meet her mother. “They aren’t my friends anymore! They hate me!”
“Boscha, I’m sure you could-”
“Oh my Titan, you’re not listening!” Boscha huffs, finally laying in her bed and turning away from the woman. “Neither of you do! Just— go away.” Her mother reaches out her hand for a moment, wanting to comfort her daughter but not finding the right words. She sighs, before standing and leaving the room, giving Boscha the space she asks; but leaving the plate of cookies.
Boscha didn’t realise how tired she was. The grudgby match, the school trip, even that demonstration at Blight Industries that she kept seeing clips of on Penstagram. That one made her angry; not only seeing the human and Amity work together like that, but how they both were clearly blushing at each other and hanging on their every word. A disgustingly sweet display.
Though, playing her mom’s words back in her head; she does get a skeleton of an idea. She turns around, lying on her other side and spotting the plate of cookies on her bed. She looks around more, spotting the big window in the wall. Tired as she was, maybe she had time for one more thing.
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The closer she gets to the Blight residence, the more she thinks this is a horrible idea. Plate of cookies in her hand, other- the injured- hand placed behind her back. Knowing Amity’s parents, she was probably grounded for the little stunt at the demonstration. She just hopes she’s willing to make an exception for a business partner. She spots the large mansion in the distance, walking down the street and turning through the just about open gate, clambering up the steep hill before approaching the porch. She takes note of the doorbell, hand pressing it in before taking a deep breath, injured hand drawing a spell circle that envelopes the cookies; warming them up. Soon enough, an abomination opens the door. She stares up at it for a few moments, before speaking a command; she’s been around here before, just not in a long while.
“Uh— abomination, take me to Amity Blight!” it makes not a noise, before standing aside; presenting Odalia Blight with a rather displeased expression, before she spots Boscha.
“Boscha? What are you doing here? Did La- your mother send you here?” her eyes dart between the cookies and Boscha’s eyes.
“No, I just wanted to see Amity. I even brought some cookies!” she giggles, awkwardly. Too awkwardly. Now Odalia looks suspicious.
“Amity is grounded, you can’t speak with her,” she simply says, moving to shut the door before being stopped by Boscha’s foot.
“But— it’s me!” she chuckles desperately, a forced smile stretching across her lips. “Please?”
Odalia rolls her eyes with a small groan, opening the door. “Fine, fine. Don’t be long.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Blight, I—” she notices the Blight woman’s glare. “Yes, yes, I’m on my way.” Boscha enters the house, dispatching of her shoes at the porch and making her way up the long flight of stairs, turning the corner at the top and facing Amity’s room with a scared stare. She breathes deep, switching hands momentarily to knock on the door with her hand that isn’t injured, before switching back as she awaits a reply. A short, and rather unimpressed, ‘yes’ can be heard from the other side. Boscha takes another deep breath, before entering the room. Just as she remembered it; floor’s carpet is fluffy as ever. Amity turns to look at who disturbed her, laying on her front with what looks to be her scroll that was out; but now it’s rolled up, spotting her ex-friend. A glare comes over her face as she registers Boscha’s features, scowling as the pink-haired witch shuts the door behind her.
“I- I have cookies,” she stammers, placing them on Amity’s bedside before sitting on her bed. The other sits up, crossed legs as she stares down Boscha. “How- How are you?” That forced smile is really creeping Amity out.
“What do you want, Boscha?” Amity speaks, giving her a sceptical look. “I thought I made it clear that I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“I know, but- but-” she sighs, shoulders slumping as she blinks back tears, massaging her injured hand with her un-injured one. “I miss you, is all,”
“Why?” Amity snaps. The question catches Boscha off guard, and Amity’s intense stare only makes the pressure worse. “Why do you miss me so much? Why are you so- so obsessed with me, Boscha?”
“We were best friends! We did everything together! And, you’re a really great witch. You’re- You’re exactly what my mom wants!” Amity raises a brow.
“So you only like me because of how great a witch I am? Because of what your mom wants?” Again, the mention of the word ‘like’ makes Boscha’s middle eye twitch. SHe knows what she means. It isn’t how she’s thinking.
“That wasn’t what I meant!” Boscha says quickly, hands raised defensively. She sighs, eyes shutting tightly before taking a deep breath. Is she doing this? She supposes she is. “I— I like you. Like, like-like you. Not just because of how good of a witch you are. I guess that’s what I tell myself in case my Mom finds out. I like you because you’re- you’re determined. And headstrong. And ruthless! You- You stand up for yourself. I think you’re— very pretty. And it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, whenever you get mad and your whole face goes red!” She stops for a breath, finally taking in Amity’s somewhat shocked expression. The girl sighs, sliding her hand into Boscha’s and looking her dead in the eyes.
“Boscha,” Amity speaks, softly compared to her previous tone. “the girl you fell in love with isn’t me. Not anymore, at least. The top student, the girl obsessed with being the best and putting down anyone beneath her. That’s not who I am, not really. Not anymore. I’ve changed into someone that you probably don’t like as much anymore. I’m not the person you want me to be. And— I like someone else.” She blushes as she mentions the someone else, and Boscha’s sad demeanour switches; noticing the scroll on the bed, and looking back to the red dusting Amity’s face.
“The human,” Boscha mutters, standing up suddenly. “Ugh, this is all her fault!” Amity looks like a deer in headlights, not entirely sure of what to do at this point. “She changed you! Made you- Made you sappy and- and nice!”
“Boscha, she didn’t make me anything,” somehow Amity remains calm even as Boscha yells, taking a deep breath. “She made me realise how important it is to be nice. That the way your mom and- and my mom see things isn’t right.” That does make Boscha think. She looks away. But then, her thoughts go back to the human, and her role in all this. Then she can’t not think about it.
“Tell me, Amity, if I told you that before Luz came here, would you have gone out with me?” Boscha asks, causing Amity to look away.
“I probably would’ve,” she sighs. She can’t lie to herself, knowing what she’s like now compared to how she was back then “but that doesn’t matter, Boscha, it wouldn’t have been real anyway.”
“I—” Now it’s Boscha’s turn to look away wistfully. “I don’t care,” she whispers, no causing Amity to stand.
“So you don’t even care if I actually like you back?” she snaps, and Boscha can’t find the words to respond with. “You don’t care about how I feel? You just want me to be with you? Titan, the one time I don’t think you’re being a self-centred jerk you have to prove me wrong.” She folds her arms, glaring at the triclops. “Luz makes me happy. I can be myself around her, because she is herself. I could never be myself around you, Boscha. I wasn’t happy.” She hesitates for a short moment. “Boscha, you know it was never real. Us. Just an act to make our parents’ businesses better. There wasn’t even an actual friendship between us, because I didn’t want to be there. I’m sorry, Boscha, but it’s the truth.” Boscha is on the verge of tears, as you’d expect after being told your best friend never even saw you as a friend in the first place.
“Amity, it was-” she stammers, words getting jumbled in her head. “It was real to me.” She can’t think of anything else she can say, so she leaves. Turning her back on Amity and shutting the door behind her. Rushing down the stairs, slipping her boots back on and slamming the Blights’ front door. She walks home, constantly blinking back the tears that still prick at her eyes. She can just about deal with Amity not liking her back. She can’t deal with not being in her life at all. Something about Boscha’s infrastructure isn’t stable without her.
