Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 2

use of drugs / smoking

~Saturday at Roses house~

George knocked on Roses front door and her mother answered.

"George, long time no see." She said with a welcoming smile.

"Hi, me and Rose had planned to do some homework." George stood awkwardly in the doorway until Rose came trotting down the stairs.

"Hey George." Rose grabbed George's wrist and tugged him up the stairs.

"So, you need help with calculus?" George asked when he'd gotten to the familiar bedroom.

George had been friends with Rose for years, he'd been inside of this room a million times. The room never changed, George knew Rose was a creature of habit. The bed was always by the window, the dresser on the parallel wall. He always hated that she had a mirror on the back of her door that faced the bed so he'd always be forced to see himself sitting there, but she never moved it. Her walls were a comforting shade of lilac, and her ceiling was covered in vines and plants.

George admired the golden tapestry hung behind her bed frame with fairy lights hanging down. He liked her room. It always smelt like the summer of sixth grade and lemons, the smell of his first kiss from freshman year.

"Yeah, it's really complicated and I'm usually good at math."

"I know you are." George sat on her bed and she closed the door, the mirror taunting him. "You know I hate that mirror."

"You know I hate moving things." Rose sat next to him, and they shared rushed eye contact. "Did you get the review?"

"Yeah, I didn't finish it, though. I needed some help with problems twenty seven and thirteen, I think." George dug through his backpack and pulled out a packet with doodles and numbers all over it.

"What'd you draw?" Rose gently grabbed the paper from George and inspected the sketches. "Flowers, cats, eyes."

"I'm not an artist." George smiled when Rose came across the most unsymmetrical cat she'd ever seen, and her face showed it.

"You sound like a middle school English teacher." Rose smiled and handed George the paper back.

"Well." George ruffled through his bag again and pulled out a pencil. "Let's get started then?"

"Of course."

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After George and Rose had gone through the entire packet, reviewing and comparing answers, one of them had said a joke that got them both into a giggling fit.

"Oh, God, you're so funny." George had repositioned so he was laying on Roses bed on his back, the girl next to him.

"It wasn't even that funny until you started laughing." Rose said the words as she laughed. "Your laugh is so funny sometimes."

"I forgot why we stopped hanging out, you're tons of fun." George turned his head towards Rose, her doing the same. The eye contact made Georges heart rate rise, and he smiled when she did.

"I think we just grew up." Rose scooted closer to George, and they both sat up, facing each other in crisscross.

"Do you remember that kiss?" George asked when their smiles faded. "The one from ninth grade?"

"How could I forget?" Rose brushed her hair behind her ear. "Your lips were so soft."

"Yours too."

Rose half-smiled, and looked down at the comforter they were sitting on. "Do you wanna recreate it?"

Georges stomach flipped over, and the only thing on his mind was Dream.