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"Uh... can I get you anything...?" Blossom was standing behind the island in the kitchen, talking between bites of sugar cookie. Amy's back was to her, sitting on the couch in her usual spot. She didn't even acknowledge Blossom's comment. Lost in her own little world, as always.
"Alright, well you just just let me know."
Blossom wasn't at all off-put by the absence of a reply, because it meant that Amy was deeply invested in her writing. As far as Blossom was concerned, that was the best possible situation for her to be in. She ate another sugar cookie and flicked through her socials on her phone, pleased as punch that she'd been able to be so inspiring.
Blossom's patience wore off after a while and she went to her room to get her iPad. She was done with school, but she had to find a way to illegally download all her books before the next semester. Obviously she could pay for them just fine, but she didn't like supporting elitist socioeconomic systems, especially when it came to academia.
An hour or so later, she looked over at Amanda. Her eyes were hidden behind the glare of her laptop screen in her glasses. Her fingers would move quickly for a few seconds, stop for a few seconds, and then do it all over again. It was like she had to pause between every sentence.
After a while, Blossom stopped asking questions and just started to coexist. Amy was in her own little state of eudaimonia, and that was just fine; Blossom wasn't sure she'd ever even seen Amy so content. From the girl she'd had to coach with studying, to the girl she'd done the scene with, to the girl who tapped at her keyboard with such rhythm and consistency that it sounded vaguely like rain outside… it was a pretty remarkable transformation. Blossom used the time to pirate her textbooks, and to write some sorority email replies she'd been putting off, and - eventually - to go take a bath and come back dressed in cute cozy pajamas.
All the while, Amy didn't say a word. Blossom felt kind of like the blurry background character in a montage scene.
"If this were a story," Blossom said aloud to nobody in particular, because Amy sure wasn't listening, "we'd just skip over all this. We'd get to the juicy stuff, where I get to read the new Academy Works chapter."
Blossom eyed Amanda for a moment, hoping maybe time would jump forward. For her, it did not.
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