#garmethyst

They'd met at a rock show. Garnet didn't go to a lot of them, but Pearl's girlfriend had procured an extra ticket, so she'd agreed to come along.

Then, she'd seen Amethyst, right up at the front of the mosh pit. She was short, but she moved with an impressive amount of energy.

Her long bleached hair was thrown up in a sloppy ponytail, and a tantalizing sliver of her lower back was exposed as she shook her hips.

With a jolt, Garnet realized she'd seen this girl before at school. They had two classes together, and she was a troublemaker. Garnet had never felt like she could comfortably approach her, but this could be the perfect time.

Garnet was tall, and she could easily muscle through the crowd to dance next to Amethyst. They both got into the same rhythm of swinging their hips, and Amethyst blew her bangs out of her face too look up at her.

They ended up dancing together, holding each other's hands as they bobbed with the rest of the people. They didn't talk, but they didn't really need to. Everyone else ended up forming a dance circle around them, and cheering them on.

Finally, after two encores, the band said goodnight, and everyone started to disperse. Amethyst dragged Garnet over to a dirty couch and plopped down.

"Hey, so what's your name? You're a great dancer, and I feel like I've seen you before... Hey, you wanna cigarette?" Amethyst asked, pulling out a pack. Garnet didn't take one, but sat down anyways, and it all continued on from there.