I Kissed A Girl [Ame/Open]

[cypress]

If there was one thing he swore he was going to do in the next week, it was to get Ame in a headlock and cut off all her hair. Whether or not this was actually feasible was an entirely different matter, but he was claiming he'd do it anyway. He'd find a way, because he wasn't able to think of a better way to take revenge for the utter torture she was about to put him through; the sheer nightmare that had taken three days of restless sleep to finally work up the courage for; the numbing horror that he was about to go through...

He had to kiss a girl.

Even the thought sent the worst shivers down his spine, but it was better than shaving all his hair off, he'd decided. He moved a hand up to his hair and brushed it through the currently black and blonde locks to reassure that his hair was, in fact, still there. He hated how he looked with short hair and, somehow, the thought of growing it back magically hadn't occurred to him this time. Go figure. There was a reason he wasn't in Slytherin – he wasn't cunning, and he wasn't in Ravenclaw because he wasn't all that intelligent. He clearly wasn't all that reliable when it came to remembering things, either. On the bright side, we know he's definitely in the right house now.

He walked through to the Gryffindor common room and never had it looked so hostile. For a change, it wasn't the first years and the hot guys keeping his attention but the sheer amount of girls. When had there gotten to be so many in their house? And how was he supposed to pick one without getting slapped? He spotted an empty armchair by the fireplace and crashed into it, dropping his bag to the floor and covering his eyes with his hands. This was going to suck and he was going to be scarred for life. He just knew it.

[Amelia Pace]

Ame was sat for once actually trying to do some work. She had her Divination homework in her lap, working on an essay about the things her 'inner eye' had seen back in the last lesson. They were working with crystal balls again. Looking for predictions about their partners.

Amelia finished her essay in her usual style, the letters forming but the sentences probably made about as much sense as a sun bathing snowman. Addair liked her, she'd get over it. She'd never been able t finish off Essays properly. It always sounded like she had more to say, even when she didn't and she felt ridiculous repeating herself in some form of conclusion. She she usually just left the end a bumbled mess.

Cypress Brown caught her eye as he flopped down into a chair opposite her. He looked positively pissed off. That mixed with worry. She couldn't help but laugh at him. He'd asked for it. She'd ben somewhat nice with her first dare for him, which he hadn't repaid in kind, so she turned hers worse. Any other guy in the school and kissing a girl wouldn't be a problem, most of the gay guys would still do it without much of a problem, but Cy? He seemed to fear them.

Screwing up a spare piece of parchment and throwing it across the table between them, Ame tried to get his attention, "Time's a ticking mate. And I still don't see you doing your dare!" she grinned at him. If she had to lap dance for Hugo, then this would be payment. Watching him kiss a girl would be pure comedy. They wouldn't know what had hit them.

[cypress]

Cypress threw a glare at Ame when she threw the ball of parchment at him, as it bounced off his head and onto the floor by his foot. He toyed with the idea of picking it up and chucking it back, but settled on grabbing the strap of his bag and chucking that at Ame instead. If she thought she'd been nice with that first dare, she was a complete idiot. While he found it easier to snog his best friend, despite the fact he seemed completely oblivious to sex most of the time, it had still been a little weird. After all, they were friends! And now he wasn't sure what was going to happen between them. Would Art ever talk to him again? He could only hope so. ”You're a bitch, you know that?” he spat, thoroughly grumpy.

Of course he was scared of women! Look at his mother. She was overpowering, demanding and couldn't hold down a relationship if it meant her life was at stake. She spent all her time running round after other, also highly strung women and creating a name for herself in the fashion world – she dealt with a world of scary women that had always looked down at him and pinched his cheeks, walked around half-naked in his house and generally freaked him out. Funnily enough, he liked to dress up as them, but he blamed his mother for that as well – he'd been used as a mini model for her children's lines when he was younger, and you could only spend so much time in skirts before you started liking them.

He just didn't admit he was actually scared of women in that sense to people. Why would he ever need to? He was gay, he'd never be kissing them or anything. Except for now. He had to. He didn't want his hair to be cut off, he'd just gotten it how he liked it. The worst part was that he entirely blamed it on Ame. He had been trying to think of a way to take revenge, but he couldn't. What didn't she like? He didn't know her well enough to answer that. The look on her face just then, the one that was amused with this entire situation – she was going to laugh at him, wasn't she? Horrible little...

Wait a second.

Cypress perked up a little. He had a plan. He also had an excuse to get up and walk over to Ame, considering he'd launched his bag in her general direction. He just had to hope she didn't chuck it back...

[Amelia Pace]

Luckily for Ame her reflexes were sharp, so she managed to avoid the complete embarrassment of Cypress' bag hitting her in the head, she managed to catch it, some what craply it had to be said, and push it out of her line of vision. Was that the best he could do to the Quidditch Team Captain and beater? She shook her head at him before beaming.

"Oh yes, I take every pride in that, every moment of everyday." she commented in return shifting his bag from her lap onto the floor next to her feet. She turned back to look at him, seeing the cogs working behind his annoyed eyes.

He was up to something.

She followed his every move from the second he got up from his armchair to his movement towards her. What was he playing at now? Maybe he'd come and knock some sense into her. Men didn't hit girls, but fairies? Whole different kettle fo fish really wasn't it?

If anything, she shouldn't be allowed to hit him, she'd squish him like a bug for starters.

Her eyes curiously followed his every moment, this was going to be interesting. Just to see him squirm.

[cypress]

Well, okay, he wasn't a great shot but to be fair he had no interest in sports whatsoever, whereas Amelia was the captain of the Quidditch team. Seriously, what chance did he actually have of hitting her? He scowled at her for thwarting his attempt to hit her and slouched further in his chair for a moment, sulking. Then, of course, his genius (but not entirely all there) plan formed in his head, which took the sulk straight back off his face. Indeed, he had to fight the urge to snicker, which he did with a great degree of success. Ame would never know what was going to hit her.

He got up and plonked himself down on the arm of Ame's chair, bending over from his perch to grab the strap of his bag. A bit awkward, but it got him on the chair, didn't it? He wasn't exactly sure how this was going to go ahead, and besides he was trying to put it off as long as possible. As fun as it would be to wind up Ame, he was still terrified of what he was about to do. After all, look at what had happened with that Hazel girl down in the kitchens. That had been scary (and mortifying) in itself. This? This was a million times worse, although no offence to Ame at all. He just didn't swing that way.

Biting his lip, he forced himself to take the plunge and grabbed Ame by the shoulders, aware that it probably wasn't pleasant to be whacked by his bag again in the process. He probably should have taken his books out before chucking it at her in the first place. He then promptly leaned in and planted a kiss full on her lips, holding it for a few seconds. The girl was surely stronger than him and could push him away in a moment, but he was going to make sure that no one could argue it wasn't a kiss. No way was he being made to do this again.