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Down and Out in the Summer(s) of Love
  Having dropped out from her prestigious university on the East Coast to escape both the draft and her controlling, overbearing parents, Pearl hitches a ride to the West Coast, hoping to forget about Rose by the end of the road.
  She might not have a plan, but itâs 1966 in Southern California, so anything can happen.
Basically a 60âs human au set in Socal where the Crystal Gems are poly, always traveling, usually homeless, hedonistic, and always looking for their next high.
CW: Use of homophobic slurs, transphobic terms. Smoking. Mentions of Marijuana use. Accidental outing. Vomit. Crime: Stealing, Theft, Squatting. Skip to the bottom for an explanation.
  Ships to be introduced: Amethyst x Everyone, Jasper x Everyone, Peridot x Everyone, Bismuth x Everyone.
  Read on AO3 here.
-Los Angeles, Mid-Wilshire, March 12th, 1966
Lapis
  Itâs a scene eerily similar to how Lapis and Garnet first met. Lapis had just gotten over a bitter split-up with Peridot; the latter had long been exhausted of the formerâs shit, the former proceeding to duck into the cheapest dive nearby and drink herself under the table of The 555. Segregated dingy deserted shithole by day, a disgusting party den by night frequented primarily by the dykes near 8th avenue who had enough money for a few drinks and a night out, and not much else.
  Same shit, different day; The Aphrodite was another dingy shithole in the middle of Mid-Wilshire, itâs population consisting exclusively of the dykes around white enough to avoid the attention of the establishmentâs armed security guards hired and hauled in from who knew where. Lapis and Garnet could get through because Lapis could talk herself through anything Garnet couldnât just stonewall through.
  Her cheap gin and tonic is tangy with metal, half their life budget blown on whatever drinks they could get their hands on. Theyâve burned enough cigarettes between the two of them that sheâs starting to feel sick from the nicotine. The floor is sticky, the leather is ripped and tattered beyond repair. Playing tonight is a band down on their luck, enough so that theyâd play here; everyoneâs got to start somewhere, but reputations are fickle things. The fact theyâre playing at a dyke bar will stick with them for the rest of their terminally-ill careers.
  None of itâs as interesting as the lonely girl theyâve chosen to watch over for the night, slumped at the bar table with nothing to keep her company. Save for the murky pitcher sheâs ordered and been drinking up, all by her lonesome.
  In her ear, Garnet whispers. âThat oneâs looking a bit lonely.â
  Lapis wouldâve sputtered, back at her,  if she wasnât feeling down from all the nicotine. âYou think?â
  The sole girl at the bar tries her hand at pouring another glass, only to spill the clear concoction all over the table and onto her sundress. âSheâs deadass drunk. Look at her. How do you think she got through security?â Lapis asks, dizzy from all the nicotine burned between the two of them.
  âAsian girls usually donât come off as threatening to them. That, or one of them mightâve been hoping sheâd drink herself in.â
  Lapis takes another drag from her cigarette. âSo if she doesnât come home with us, theyâll be the ones taking her out.â
  âI agree.â
  âWeâre doing something?â
  Garnet scoffs. âHow noble of you.â
  âSheâs too drunk for me to ask for it tonight.â Lapis admits, downing the rest of her glass. âBut itâd be wrong to just⌠leave her there.â
  âWell? Go to her then.â
  Lapis looks back at Garnet, then back at the girl, then back at Garnet. Garnet knows how to play on her conscience; that the scene playing out right before them is a mirror of how they first met doesnât escape them. Lapis has half a mind to ask Garnet to ask what sheâd first said to her on that fateful night back in autumn â65, but sheâd figure sheâd end up be left sleeping on the hotel couch-sofa tonight if Garnet ever realized sheâs forgotten three-fourths of their first meeting together.
  âKiss me luck?â Lapis asks instead.
  Not even acknowledgement shines through Garnetâs thick aviator sunglasses. âYouâre a better flirt when youâre horny.â
  âFuck you Garnet.â She smiles back at her as she stands.
  âTomorrow morningâs going to be rough on her, the poor girl. You think someone flaked on her?â
  âSheâs absolutely blitzed right now, no doubting that. We driving back to her place, or we taking her back to ours?â
  âDepends on how far away her address is. Didnât you have a girl to save?â
  âWorking on it.â She walks over to the bar, brushing off her leather jacket, slipping onto the seat right next to her without any trouble. The girl is absolutely inebriated, not even noticing that someoneâs sitting right across from her, now pouring a drink of her own. A lemony rum punch, strong enough to give the girl slumped in front of her poisoning, if her thin frame is suggestive of anything in her oversized beige sundress.
  âYou know, youâll be poisoning yourself if you keep this up.â Lapis downs the drink, and pushing the pitcher out of the girlâs reach.
  The girl raises an eyebrow, looking up at her from her stupor. Eyes heavy, on the verge of tears. A breakup.
  Agitated by her questions, the girl scowls. âCan I help you?â
  At this, Lapis canât help but smirk at her expense. âI think thatâs the question I should be asking you.â Up close and personal, she realizes the girlâs taller than her, if only just. Her plain, cheap sundress shows off the most elegant legs Lapis has ever had the pleasure to set her eyes on. The girl tucks back her short-cut hair, an unpretentious strawberry-blonde. Her eyes, weary and close to tears, suddenly grow wide now that she has someone to talk to.
  âHey, if you donât want me bothering you, thatâs fine. Iâll just head on back over to my friend-â
  âNo! No.â Pearl grumbles, her fringe drooping over her wide eyes as her hand reaches over to grasp her arm. âStay. Please. Iâm scared.â
  At the sight of this, Lapis nearly melts. âOf me?â
  âOf⌠everything, really. Iâm⌠Iâm a fool really.â
  A smooth, serene voice fills the room; the shoddy audition rejects dash off-stage to presumably their next mediocre performance, and with them, go the chaotic acoustics of their bar. The new singer  announces theyâve taken the stage; itâs all in the back of her mind really, but sheâs glad she can hear herself think again.
  -Blue Moon
  The girlâs eyes glimpse through and their eyes meet; they lock for an abnormally long amount of time. âIâm not from around here. Iâm, Iâm lost and I donât know what Iâm doing, I ran away from home and-â
  Her words fumble and crash into a blithering incoherence but underneath it all, Lapis catches a few words. Money. Spent. Parents. Runaway. Rose. Scared.
   Lapis looks back at Garnet, begging her for assistance; Garnet throws her back a thumbs up and Lapis wishes she could just chuck this damn pitcher of shitty lemon-rum back at her.
  âYouâre not from around here?â Lapis asks, trying.
  âN-no.â The girl says, long fingers covering her mouth. The shoddy lighting doesnât mask her luminescent blush, and it sets Lapis off wondering how new to everything she just is.
  âMaryland, actually.â The girl slurs. âSmall town. Had to escape it all. Parents. The fact that I kept seeing her wherever I went-â
  At this, Lapis leans in, arms curling around the girlâs frail body to wrap her in as warm as a hug as she can manage. âI understand.â
  A lie that wasnât a lie. In Lapisâs case, it was better to describe what she just said as an emotion, a jumble of sorts. But she isnât the one half-way across the country, drunkenly embracing a biker dyke she barely even knows so sheâll have to put away those feelings for now.
  âT-thank you.â The girl slips her fingers around the back of Lapisâs neck, igniting a desire she hadnât felt since-
  Like her building nausea, she shoves it all, her feelings, her emotions back down inside. Their embrace breaks; Lapis pushing the girl back to where she started, trying to figure out where she was now.
  Again, she puts away her thoughts when the girl reaches for another drink, discovering that sheâs spilt most of the contents on the table, and on her lap. Pouts, so very unfitting of the stature this girl would radiate if she wasnât so absolutely gassed right now, when she realizes her pitcherâs been taken away from her. But she doesnât complain.
  âYou⌠you need help.â Lapis flusters out. âMaybe we can get you a taxi and send you to a hotel or maybe we go with you to make sure-â
  âWhyâd you take it away?â Pearl slurs, reaching for the pitcher, prompting Lapis to pour whateverâs left in a glass for herself.
  âWhyâd you go all the way out here?â Lapis asks, trying to redirect the girlâs attention away from her lost alcohol. âWeâre in southern Cali. Other side of the country. Empire City wasnât exciting enough for you?â
  The girl frowns at her as if to mock her for the teasing question, and Lapis just knows she has to have her. âI needed to be far away. Far, far away. And it seemed nice here. Beaches. Sun. Surfing. My parents... used to live, here actually.â
  âReally?â
  Without warning, the girl spills onto the floor under their stools, upchucking what must be at least a fourth of her pitcher. Grimacing and yanking her feet away, Lapis squeaks out something about her prized jump boots, about how the leatherâs a bitch to maintain, and about how she canât afford cleaners or anything like that.
  âNice.â Garnet earns herself another glare from Lapis, joining their impromptu party.
  âMy fucking boots! You realize how much of a bitch these were to get my hands on!?â
  âVent.â Garnet says, deadpan as always, as she carefully removes the girlâs body from her own slosh.
  âTheyâre fucking jump boots. Straight from the inventory we raided a couple months back! Military brats get all pissy about them if youâre not in the fucking air force or whatever.â Lapis glances at the mess to see how bad it is, considering itâs mostly regurgitated booze and stomach acids, the damage shouldn't be awful. âForget it. Is she okay?â
  âSheâll be feeling like absolute shit tomorrow, but sheâs sleeping like a bird right now.â Without missing a beat, Garnetâs hand slips into Pearlâs purse, quickly fishing out her wallet to procure an ID of any sort.
  âWouldnât bother with the address. She lives in Maryland, so unless youâre into road trips-â
  âJust confirming her information. Name, age, and address?â
  âDidnât get it, probably too young for any joint, and all the way out in fucking Maryland.â Lapis grunts, wiping off her boots with the barâs cloth napkin.
  Garnet adjusts her sunglasses, focusing in on the girlâs identification. In all other cases, theyâd be done by now and take her to wherever she is, or wherever theyâve holed up for the night. That Garnet takes off her sunglasses, perpetually fused to her head whenever theyâre out together, means somethingâs off.  âPearl. Nameâs Pearl.â
  âAnything wrong?â Lapis josses the napkin back into place, making sure to throw a few dimesin the pitcher before they leave.
  Garnet, sunglasses back in place, holds the girlâs ID up, asking her to look.
  The dim lighting of The Aphrodite makes it hard to see, but she finds what Garnetâs pointing her to instantly; it sticks out a sore thumb asides from the night unrecognizable photo, and the etched out name section. âWell.â Lapis one-notes.
  âLapis.â
  âFuzzâll be all over her for crossdressing once theyâve thrown her in the jailhouse for something stupid.â Lapis admits, no longer interested in looking over the identification.
  Garnet takes Lapisâs glass, downing half of it before leaving the rest for her. âShe have a hotel we can drive to?â
  âI think she said she burned all her money on the pitcher and the ride here actually.â Lapis holds out their keys, and shrugs disaffectedly.
  âSo weâll be taking her in then?â Garnet gently lifts Pearl from her stupor, carrying her bridal style.
  Lapis takes one end of Pearlâs body, helping Garnet carry her out of the bar whilst garnering only a strange look or two from the barâs patrons. And two glares of disappointment from the white-shirted security. âOf course.â Lapis grumbles above the fading music. âLet her sleep tonight off, and throw up tomorrow morning. We should... probably forget we saw it.â
  That the streets of downtown LA hadnât emptied by two in the morning was a testament to the cityâs livability. Greeted with that cool summer night chill native to Southern California, the two stumble their way out of The Aphrodite.
  No raid tonight, meaning they could just dump her in the back seating of their miracle of a vehicle. The newest Shelby Model 66, almost criminal given they donât have the money to cough up for the hotel keep tomorrow morning. In fact, it wasnât even theirs; being a gift Lapis kept with her given by one of her rich exâs during their ill-fated relationship.
  âYour thoughts?â Garnet asks, Lapis slumping against the window view, watching the city fly by, radio on full blast.
  Youâre Going to Lose That Girl -The Beatles
  âOn her?â Lapis darts her gaze over to her, still freshly knocked out.
  âYeah. I think sheâs plenty attractive.â Garnet continues, eyes on the road. She could never figure out how Garnet could still see through those damn sunglasses at night.
  Lapisâs eyes dart back to the passing cityscape, the lights and glows of the neon city streets fading as they left the main city. âSheâs such a baby dyke.â
-Los Angeles County, Hawaiian Gardens, February 27th, 1966
  Garnet makes sure to drive extra slow for their passenger in the back. They donât want to hurt her more any more than her drinkingâs caused her, and they really donât want to mess up the car interior any more than what a year of hard drinking and smokingâs done to it.
  After around a half-hour of pissing off drivers clocking 90 on The 605, they finally reach their destination: a motel Lapis somehow convinced the management to give them three more days to cough up their money. Making sure to park right outside their room window, they unceremoniously dump Pearl on the roomâs sleeper sofa once theyâre back in their room, making sure to wrap her in whatever blankets the room has on hand: two. Three glasses of tap water are set out for her, left on the bedside stand. Surrounding her front and back, two garbage bins, when she inevitably needs to hurl.
  âGod damn it.â Lapis groans, throwing off her leather jacket and cleaning herself on the dresser. âI thought we were going to nail someone new tonight.â
  âWe did.â Garnet says, stripping off her blazer. âIn a different usage of the word, yes.â
  Lapis groans, earning a laugh on Garnetâs end. Soft fingers slip through, combing her mop of blue hair, faded into a sky blue. Sheâd need to bleach the roots and go âshoppingâ for the hair supplies. Dying hair was expensive enough to actually bother spending on, as wishy-washy the two of them were between being âethical,â and lifting everything they could carry in their pockets from the nearest gas station.
  âWe got any green left to smoke?â Lapis asks, as a soft thud lands on the bed.
  âWe should probably sleep now. Wake up before she does.â
  âWhat if we donât? What is she gonna do, hurl all over the hallway trying to leave?â
  âMmm. I was thinking youâd be a bit more enthusiastic to jump into bed with me.â
  It takes a few seconds to many for it to connect. When she does eventually look over, sheâs greeted by the sight of Garnet stretching, lying on their queen size bed. Waiting for her.
  The distance between them halves, is rendered nil. They laugh as Lapis struggles with her tattered jeans, wound a bit too tight for her. They lay into each other, teasing whispers, sharing pleasantries. Lapisâs arms slip her arms around Garnetâs waist, their fingers intertwining.
  âI figured youâd want.â
  âAm I really that predictable?â
  âIt doesnât take a mind reader to read you, Lapis Lazuli.â
  âThis is fine though, isnât it?â Lapis whispers. Their lips meet in a clash of lust and affection that sends them falling apart in the otherâs arms. Itâs a dance the two of them are familiar with, that itâs part muscle memory doesnât take anything away. Theyâre there to catch each other, theyâre happy to still be dancing this far long on their little stage.
  âItâs your move.â
  Lapis doesnât say anything back, opting to slip her fingers underneath the the dress shirt Garnet was wearing, pulling it over her head, and off her body.
Pearl
  When Pearl finally comes to, her first thought back to sober reality is a wish that she hadnât. Her skull is pulsing, splitting as if someone rearranged all the valves in her body to pump everything straight to the brain. Her throat is sore, and her mouth is so, very dry. In an attempt to reclaim control over her senses, she tries to toss her body over, only to knock her back onto some cold tin surface.
  Her body shivers, shakes uncontrollably with her teeth clattering against each other with enough force to knock the cavities out of her molars flat outright. Covering her shivering body is strangely nostalgic. Her lips are dry yet pasty, covered in some sheen that makes her just want to jump out of wherever she is and-
  Where is she? What was she doing-
  An excruciatingly long bus ride, a check-in to an extraordinarily sub-par motel, an absolutely filthy bar, a pitcher of the most disgusting liquid sheâs ever had the pleasure of letting slide past her throat, and a mop of blue hair-
  âRise and shine babe.â The blanket protecting her eyes from the blinding light out is gently lifted from her, still enough to make her panic. Whether from confusion or outright pain, she opens her mouth. A scream tries to escape her throat, but instead she just curls her body up, desperately clawing under the blanket for shade and protection. Escaping her lips instead is a wispy gasp.   Without thinking, she flips over the opposite direction, and hurtles herself off of the comforts of her dingy bed, and onto another tin object, tipping it over. As if to mock her, a generous amount of water is dumped onto her front, soaking her through.
  This time, Pearl manages to scream. Loud.
  âJesus, you okay!?â Two hands peek through her covers, propping her up. The sopping wet blanket over her eyes is cruelly removed from her as sheâs carefully set against the couch. Napkins wipe at her eyes so she can see; greeting her is a familiar face, and her messy blue hair.
  âW-where am I? What am I doing here!?â Pearl blithers erratically, wincing from the sound of her voice which she realizes now is too damn loud. The room is too damn loud, everything is too damn loud and now she wants to cry from it all. âD-did I-â
  âYou drank yourself shit-faced last night so we decided to take you home with us.â Noticing Pearlâs state of mind, she panics. âH-Hey, donât worry. We didnât do anything to you. Promise.â
  A dumbfounded stare scans the blue-haired girlâs face, trying to recollect, pick up the pieces from last night, if there are any. âIâm Lapis.â Her eyes dart away, unwilling to look Pearl in the eye. âYou⌠threw up all over my boots last night.â
  âOh godâŚâ Pearl squeaks, sinking in her blanket cocoon and bringing her knees up to her arms.
  It all dissolves into an emotional mess, Pearl blithering out more nothings, making Lapis both confused and flustered. âHey, donât-â Lapis pithers her words, instead placing her hands on Pearlâs shoulders as a comforting measure. Like last night. âIâll... go get some towels okay?â She says awkwardly, disappearing off to the washroom.
  Pearlâs eyes instinctively dart around her surroundings, trying to figure out exactly where she is and see if their story checks out. With so little to reference though, sheâll have to take the girlâs word for it that this is a hotel room and-
  âGarnet, sheâs up!â The girl screams from the washroom, making Pearl jump. âI swearâŚâ
  Stumbling back in from the washroom, Lapis sits down in front of her, distance minimal. âIâm gonna wipe you off while you just relax. Youâre in a hangover, and itâs not gonna go away soon.â The girl flusters, her gaze darting away from Pearlâs, with some undecipherable emotion. âIf⌠you wanna do it yourself, or you donât wanna be wiped down, just⌠say something.â
  Pearl nods, warily, and still shaking. âIâm⌠Iâm fine. Go ahead.â
  Carefully, the girl begins kneading the towel over where Pearlâs soaked through, which feels nice on her end. They share eye contact for a brief moment before Lapisâs eyes dart away, as if she had suddenly remembered how awkward all of this is supposed to be.
  Spots and memories from last night are all she can remember, and what she does remember consists of her awkwardly wandering in, being convinced to purchase that drastically overcharged pitcher of rum, and deciding to down it all in one go, because sunk costs. What she does remember of the blue-haired girl confuses her, makes her want to learn more about herâŚ
  âH-hey, youâre crying.â Lapis panics, dabbing at Pearlâs tears. âYou alright?â
  âI-I,â she tries to breathe, finding her nostrils to be clogged with phlegm and junk, âyouâre just being so nice to me.â
  The girlâs cheeks flush red, their eyes meeting again. For a brief moment, Pearlâs nausea seems to be infectious, Lapis shoving the towels in her face and promptly standing up. âThis is wrong.â The girl says, disappearing out of the living room. âGarnet, this is so much!â
  Now left to her own thoughts and ruminations, Pearl instinctively comes to the conclusion that sheâs went and ruined everything, and has to leave the city, if not the state. Her eyes dart around the room with both a mindless curiosity and an urgency to gather her things and get out of here. Stained wallpapers, a spartan assortment of amenities, and the faint smell caught in her sheets gives some credence to the girlâs claim sheâs in some run-down motel in the middle of nowhere.
  Though surprisingly, the room does come with a beat-up radio, playing out the tune to some surf rock song sheâs never heard before, but finds strangely comforting in this situation.
  Surfer Girl- The Beach Boys
 Standing next to what was her sorry excuse for a bed, a makeshift nightstand, appropriated from some trash bin thatâs carried god knows what. Laid out for her, and thankfully untouched by her water spill, her wallet and purse.
 Her wallet and purse were laid out for her.
 Her wallet was laid out for her.
  Nausea. She realizes why those trash cans were set out for her, grabbing the nearest one and throwing another portion of last nightâs drink down the drain. When sheâs done sputtering out whatever stomach acidâs still left on her teeth, she rinses with whatever waterâs still left for her, spitting in the bin.
  âSorry about that.â Demanding her attention, the girl apparently named Garnet, another one of the barâs patrons sheâd caught a glimpse of from the privacy of her booth, yet never had the courage to approach. Partially because she found herself stunned by Garnetâs everything, and partially because sheâd seen a black person precisely twice in her life beforehand. âLapis is a bit caught up on you.â
  Oh god. She just gave Garnet a disgusting show-
  Staring straight into the enigma that was Garnetâs sunglasses, Pearl, flustering and trying to come up with a coherent jumble of words that wouldnât make her look like an idiot right in front of her.
  âH-hi, Iâm Pearl.â She grins, stupidly.
  A smirk from Garnet and she maybe hasnât ruined everything yet with this one. âWe knew.â
  She doesnât remember introducing herself last night.
  At this, Pearlâs heart crumples, and she decides that if she canât bring herself to run away, sheâll just curl up into a ball until itâs all over. âI, I see. Well, I suppose Iâve made myself too much of a burden here, which means-â
  âPearl.â
  Garnetâs voice grabs her attention; their eyes meet, Garnetâs sunglasses off. âWe didn't mean to see it on your driverâs. We just wanted to see if you had an address, and-
  âWhatever the fed says about you on that shitty card doesnât matter.â The Lapis jumps in, watching them from the hallway leading into what must be the master bedroom.
  Pearlâs eyes dart over to where Lapis; sheâs almost hiding from her, much like Pearl wants to, and as to why Pearl has someone like her scared confuses her.
  âWe didnât mean to make you uncomfortable and intrude on your privacy.â Garnet continues, kneeling down. âWeâre sorry, and if youâd like to leave right now, we wouldnât stop you. But weâŚâ Garnetâs eyes briefly dart over to the blue-haired girlâs eyes, âweâd like to ask you something. A proposition, really.â
  Pearlâs eyes briefly dart over to where her wallet and purse are, and it briefly crosses her mind to take the two and dash out of there, leaving it all behind as some awkward experience she could laugh off once sheâd eked out something resembling a stable life for herself.
  But like everything else in Pearlâs life, it wasnât so simple. She had exactly in her wallet seven twenty-five; having blown most of her money on the booze, an unused motel room half-way across the city, and the excruciatingly painful bus ride here from Maryland. It was a moment decision really, one day she was living out her miserable life in the all-male Ocean University dorms, making sure to visit her parents on the weekends. Three years into her engineering degree, sheâd gotten her notice in the mail; once university was done and over with, sheâd be drafted. A final letter to Rose, who was off with her loser musician off in upstate New York, and she declared âfuck it,â and bought herself a bus ticket, that nice sundress thatâd caught her eye during last yearâs Christmas shopping, and left for her birthplace, in sunny Southern California.
  Twenty years of living for her family, hoping theyâd one day see her the way she wanted them to see her, all thrown down the drain by her naivety. Ten years of pining after Rose, always standing by her side, her closest confidant from K-12, all tossed aside like she was nothing for some deadbeat drummer boy all the way from Beach City.
  And now she was here, Southern California. Surfing, sunshine, and whatever mythos the state could manufacture to make their image more alluring just so she might delude herself with the fantasy that she really would escape it all. And now she was here, stuck inside the hotel room of two strangers sheâd gotten mixed up with after a night gone wrong.
  Theyâd⌠theyâd been so nice to her.
  And she had nowhere else to go.
  Sheâs too lost in her beachside fantasy to consider otherwise.
  She had nothing else to lose.
  âIâm... listening.â
  Ticket to Ride -The Beatles
  âJust remember, you donât have to accept. And you can back out at any time. Thatâs how we work.â Garnet affirms, eyes shining through her dark aviator sunglasses as if to get Pearl to confirm that yes, she does understand.
  âI understand.â Pearl affirms, pressing the towel against her soaked clothes. That sheâs still sopping wet is irritating and sends her into a shivering fit, prompting the blue-haired girl to toss out two more towels from the bathroom, each of varying cleanliness, but at the very least, dry. Sheâs grateful nonetheless.
  âWeâd like you to come along with us. Weâve been driving up and down Socal for the past few months or so, getting by. Taking whatever we need to live, spending whatever money we run into on girls and booze. Weâd get it, if you think that sounds rough, or if you wouldnât want to live with a couple total strangers you just met. But the thing is,â
  âI think youâre really cute.â The blue-haired girl jumps in, still from the safety of her hallway. âGarnet and Iâve been together for a couple months now, and weâve been talking about finding another. Maybe two, maybe more.â
  âMaybe youâll be the one.â Garnet finishes.
  Lapis fishes from her pocket a small carton of Lucky Stars, unfiltered and fresh. Producing a lighter from her skirt pockets, she takes a drag for herself, before walking over to hand the tobacco over to Pearl.
  âSymbolic.â Garnet deadpans.
  âYour fucking degree is rubbing off on me.â Lapis says back, to which Garnet shrugs.
  Unlike last night with her and alcohol, this isnât a new experience. Pearlâs smoked with Rose before, smoking endemic in Beach City High. Her fingers nearly fumble the fragile tobacco but she manages to bring it to her lips and take her drag.
  She coughs. And hacks, her world is sent spinning. Sheâs still in a hangover after all, and her arms fumble for the nearest trash bin, her moment of relative peace shattered when the sends back up another portion last nightâs drinks.
  âShit, you need water. And coffee, but Iâd rather not deal with the assholes up at the front deskâŚâ
  âIâll get you another glass.â Garnet affirms her, heading to the washroom. âAnything else you need?â
  Against all the ringing and vibrations in her fragile skull, Pearl whimpers out her answer. âA cold shower⌠sounds about right.â
Garnet
   Whether Pearl accepts their offer or not, it doesnât change the fact that theyâll be charged with the bill for the extra week theyâve roomed the second they hit the front desk, and theyâre just a couple everything short. Â
  âWeâre dipping?â Lapis asks, slothing around on the sofa-bed, arms curled to her body now that Pearlâs locked away behind her shower.
  The desk drawers are knocked open, inside some leftovers from the previous occupants, unnoticed by housekeeping; some goldish medallion, several unsmoked cigars, and a handful of dimes and nickels. âUnless you can get us another extension, thatâs the plan. Grab anything not bolted down that youâll be able to toss in the trunk.â
  At the base of the bed, Lapis stretches with lethargy. âAre we hitting the pawn shop first, or are we gonna look for one once weâre in SD?â
  âThat one we found off of Garden Grove offered good prices.â
  âYeah, but shopkeep was an ass.â
  Garnet gets to work pilfering sheets, mugs, lamps, whatever she can find and stuffing them down her suitcase for good measure. That Lapis hasnât started helping her says everything Garnet needs to know about her current psyche.
  âYouâre nervous.â
  Garnet isnât in the mood to help Lapis sort out her own emotions; that Lapis hasnât been able to make up her damn mind about their situation reminds her that sheâs still hurt, enough to split into two.
  Lapis scoffs unconvincingly. âWhat have I got to be nervous about?â
  âShe reminds you of Peridot. And-â
  Lapisâs eyes widen, casting a glare over at her. âDonât you dare bring them up-â
  âI will bring them up when it is appropriate, Lapis Lazuli.â Garnet crosses her arms, telling Lapis to back down.
  Lapis wants to get better. Wants to feel better, wants to be better, without putting in any of the work and change that comes with it. And most of all, she wants someone to just feel sorry about everything sheâd dug herself into, and as much as Garnet wants to understand, that Lapis wonât do the same for her or them hurts.
  âS-sorry.â Lapis gets out, gaze suspiciously avoidant.
  âI know.â
   The pitter-patter of waterdrops from Pearlâs shower dominates the acoustics of their room. Lapisâs nervousness is infectious, as very un-Garnet-like it was for her to be nervous.
  Or rather, to admit it.
  âLetâs not fight in front of her.â Lapis mutters.
  âWould it be right for us? Taking her in?â Garnet briskly asks, securing the locks on her suitcase. As much as sheâd like to state otherwise, she and Lapis are messes; Lapis especially, but hell if sheâll ever admit it.
  âYou heard her. Sheâs got nowhere to go.â Lapis responds, avoiding the damn question. âWhat are we supposed to do, dump her out on the streets like everyone else?â
  The squeaking of a shower lever cutting off the showerhead signals to the two of them timeâs up; either they put away their petty squabbles, or they risk alienating the poor girl even more than they already have.
  âShowerâs mine.â Lapis jumps to the claim first, Garnet being too distracted by her own thoughts to contest.   âFine with me.â Garnet grumbles, frustrated with the edges of her friend, lover.
  âAnd⌠tell Pearl about them for me. If sheâs okay with it.â
  âCan do.â
  The bathroom lock clicks open, steam pouring through the widening crack in the door. Pearl stumbles through the thick mist, wearing the clothes set out for her by Lapis; an oversized flannel, a plain beige tee, with some tight jeans, mildly tattered at the edges. More surprising than Lapisâs body size matching with hers, is how much portions of Lapisâs usual wardrobe fits Pearl.
  Before Lapis can claim the shower for herself, Garnet makes sure to toss three pieces from Lapisâs wardrobe over; a cut up tank top, a denim jacket, and black leggings, all of which bounce off of Lapisâs thick head as she disappears into the shower. Sheâll have to make sure Lapis doesnât traumatize their guest once sheâs finished.
  âHowâre you feeling?â Garnet asks, having nabbed everything she could. âCome to a decision yet?â
  Pearl tepidly nods, setting her lithe body down on the now stripped-down sofa-bed. âIâd like to come with you. Learn more about living here. Functioning as an⌠independent adult, itâs⌠I suppose with company it would be so much less overwhelming.â
  âThatâs a reasonable answer. Though I need you to understand. Donât feel obligated to do anything you donât want to do.â
  âBut I want to!â Pearlâs outburst is unexpected for the both of them, Pearlâs fingers instinctively covering her mouth. âIt used to be that life was so terribly simple.â Pearl continues calmer. âI would know how, and when and where everything would happen, just like my parents had told me; education, marriage, children! Now⌠I suppose some of that sense of childish wonder is back in me, though I could do without the overwhelming sense of uncertainty and fear. Am I⌠making sense?â
  From where she sat, Pearl looked so small, so fragile.
  Nervous fingers crawl over Pearlâs vision, in shame. âOh, Iâm terrible really, I may have shared too much information, and rambled on on unimportant matters, I-â
  âPearl.â
  Pearlâs eyes dart up, desperately looking for any sign of reassurance.
  âYouâre fine. And never tell yourself your story is unimportant. Because it is. Especially if youâre who we hope you are.â
  Pearl flusters, overcompensating for her inexperience with⌠everything, by nodding with enough vigor to snap her skull straight off.
  âAnd you do recognize that if we like you, itâd be a commitment to the both of us. Not just Lapis.â
  âYes. I know what polyamory is, an⌠old friend taught me.â
  âOh.â She hadnât been expecting that answer, having expected Pearlâs silence on her and Lapisâs relationship being an indication of confusion, rather than understanding.
  âItâs just⌠I wouldnât be intruding on the two of you, would I?â
  âLapis is completely smitten with you. And weâve only just met, we have plenty of time to get to know each other.â
  That Pearl doesnât pick up any of the subtext beneath her words would be enough to make Garnet laugh at Pearlâs expense, if not for her large eyes softening. âIâm intruding on you, arenât I? I-â
  âYouâre plenty attractive.â Garnet reassures her, Pearlâs flushing red from the compliment. âItâs not you Iâm worried about, itâs Lapis.â
  Pearlâs eyes naturally widen with worry. âWhat about her?â
  âWho sheâs been with before.â Garnet admits, taking the spot right next to Pearl. âSheâs hurt her girlfriends before.â Garnetâs words are laced with a worry for the delicate girl beside her, as much as strong as their bond was.
  âYou?â Pearl asks, eyes wide with worry.
  Garnet scoffs. âI watch over her. Sheâs the one who told me all about it, and weâve been working on it ever since we decided to become an item. But change takes work, and Lapis isnât the dedicated sort.â
  Pearlâs eyes fall, though not in a fear, but in a sort of contemplation. Analytic, as if considering her options. Garnet isnât sure which would have been more appropriate for her. âHow did you and Lapis meet?â Pearl asks, in a near whisper.
  It was a question she never had the pleasure of answering, but the answer she could remember clear; all that was left was to organize her thoughts on the matter.
  A peaceable breath is sucked in before she starts. âIt was several months after her last relationship had ended. I was short on money, but even more importantly, I had a landlord who kept raising the rent on me whenever he wanted. Lapis on the other hand, was homeless. Eventually I knew I was going to be out of a home by the end of the month, so I decided to go for a drink.  The 555 was the closest lesbian bar nearby, and I ended up finding Lapis underneath my table. Just as drunk as you were.â
  âTook her home like you. Ended up letting her sleep on my couch for a couple of days, and we started sleeping together. By the end of the month, we decided to we wanted to travel together, so we decided to dip out of LA, and straight up to Santa Barbara, where Lapisâs car was impounded. Rest is history.â
  Lapisâs affinity with water leads to her taking excruciatingly long showers, (that sheâs confessed to spending most of the time inside having fun with the shower head,) the current of which was now ending, announced by the cutoff of water.
  Once Garnetâs finished with hers, theyâll be dipping out before hotel management comes up to personally knock at their doors.
  âAnyways.â Garnet shifts gears. âIf youâre still with us, youâll need to be caught up to snuff. Once Iâm done showering, weâll be driving down south, to San Diego. Thereâs a rich boy with a summer home down there who Lapis faked being in love with for a month or two before the whole liking girls thing clicked for her. Sheâs got a spare key, and he never visits this time of year so we should be fine.â
  âWeâll be squatting!?â Pearl sputters incredulously. Garnet throws her hands up in innocence.
  âHey, rich people problems that he has the money to throw at. It isnât even his actual home, if it makes you feel better.â
  âWhat if he has security? What if he checks on his property early-â
  âThen weâll dip out like weâre going to do now.â
  âExcuse me!?â Pearl demands.
  âUh, Pearl?â Lapisâs voice announces the end of her shower.
  Pearl jolts, turning around to meet Lapis, body half-obscured by the bathroom door.
  âYou threw up all over the soap dude. Seriously?â
-San Diego North County, The 5, March 12th, 1966
  Chapel of Love -The Dixie Cups
  They had to leave the torn-up leather chair behind. Nothing to strap it onto the car, and contrary to Lapisâs protests, it didnât fit in the backseat of their Shelby. In the end, they jossed the damn furniture into the hotel dumpster, before dipping as fast as they could before management noticed Lapisâs face.
   Garnet and Pearl ride the Shelby, Lapis riding right beside them in her 1964 Harley Davidson Sportster. In a stunning revelation for her when Garnet first learned, it was actually legitimately owned, bought up with Lapisâs and her motherâs savings. Back when she was still caught up with the Hellâs Angels, having long given up all efforts at living a legitimate life, before sheâd met Garnet.
  Itâs an awkward ride between her and Pearl. Besides the radio, only the sound of Pearlâs breakfast (Raisin-Bran, straight from the box, without milk,) fills in the distance between the two of them, now they donât have anything to talk about.
  Itâs not like they could converse like normal people; parents, childhood, and life before California being off-limits. Not at Pearlâs discretion, but at Garnetâs, and her respect for whatever similarities they have between each other.
  âOh, thatâs so pretty.â Pearl sleepily mumbles.
  San Onofre was an unspoilt stretch of land, rugged and untouched by humans, save for The 5 carving right through it, and the hundreds of seabathers playing in the sun-kissed sands, painted an unpretentious honey to match the rest of the earth around.
  Windswept bluffs carve the countryside around them. Breaking the sands, tidal wetlands carved out by the eternal California surf thatâs always inviting, always calling.
  Well, Southern California surf. Anything north, and most of those shores were quite nasty.
  âMost of Southern California is. Unfortunately, it has some of the worst people in the entire world.â Garnet adds, without missing a beat.
  Pearlâs already lulled herself to sleep, resting a delicate cheek against the car window.
  âStick with us, and youâll love living here.â
You Really Got Me -The Kinks. Recorded July 1964, Released August 4th, 1964 in the UK.
  why did i write this i hate socal
  Do comment and kudos if you want to tell me what you thought of it, if i should keep writing more, or if i should remove my fic bc itâs problematic or it sucks
  I canât promise yâall much, but i do promise this fic wonât end in a stupid love triangle ending with pearl and lapis breaking off leaving garnet or some bs.
  CW Explanations.
   The word âdykeâ is used by Lapis a lot, bc she swears like a sailor, and weâre about a few decades before political correctness.
  Lapis does mention something that can be taken as transphobia. â...Fuzzâll be all over her for crossdressingâŚâ Lapis is observing that if Pearl is ever arrested for something petty like theft or something minor, then her identification will lead to her petty crime being marked up to crossdressing.
  Pearl is accidentally outed as a trans woman when Garnet checks her wallet for any ID of any sort.
  Pearl vomits multiple times during the morning after due to mild alcohol poisoning.
Garnet+Amethyst+Lapis= Howlite
First formed vs most Recent fushion Howlite holds an aura of mystery behind a sly smile. She's quiet most of the time but she can come up with some serious trash talk and witty jokes.
some lapinet doodles
Lapnet? Sound like LAP DANCE
hahahaha what the hell did you make me draw?

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there is little to no lapnet fanart and as shipping trash i cannot stand for it things must change
lezbianlapis they swap the clothes 8)
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