Living Together. (Boschlow) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

Both girls had grown tired of arguing. They sat on opposite sides of the couch.

Boscha's two normal eyes held a scowl and she seemed angry, but her enemy had struck a few weak points while they were arguing. Her third eye showed the pain, a tear escaping it.

Cold air seeped into the home. Boscha heard the plant witch shiver.

"I'm cold." Willow stated.

"Deal with it!" She quipped.

"Why do you have to be so mean?"

"Ugh! If you're so cold, put some damn plants in the fireplace and I'll burn them!" She growled wanting the girl to shut up.

"Not all plants are good for burning. Wood is the best thing to burn."

"What do you want me to grab that axe off the wall and cut you some freaking wood?! Will that shut you up!!!" She screamed at her pretty much jumping off the couch.

"Why do you have to keep yelling! Is that the only thing you're good at?!" Willow growled.

The pain flashed clear across Boscha's face.

"W-wait th-" "Fuck you..." She flips her off and grabs the ax off the wall and walks out the door.

Boscha shuddered as she walked out of the door. The cold wrapped around her. "Gees." She looked to the sides of the house and saw a giant pile of firewood. They just need to to be cut up a bit more.

She grabs some of the wood and begins chopping. She slams the ax into the stump she had been chopping on. She grabbed an armful of chopped wood and walked back inside. She was shaking uncontrollably as she approached the fireplace. She placed the wood inside then shakily drew a circle, catching fire to the wood.

"There you go Half-A-Witch." Boscha growled as she stood up, moving from the fireplace.

"Are you okay? You shou-" "Don't even start! Just be quiet!"

Willow turned back to the fireplace. "Thank you, Boscha."

"Don't mention it Wil- HALF-A-WITCH!" She said the rude nickname a few notes higher than she should've.

"Can you please quit calling me that?"

"Why?! Does it hurt your feewings?" She mocked her.

Willow teared up and got off the couch. "YES IT DOES!"

Vines busted through the window near Boscha and grabbed her.

Boscha tensed up. "Hey, wait! S-stop!"

Willow didn't listen; her eyes were glowing green. The vine hurled the three-eyed witch out of the window. She slammed into a tree. She screamed in pain, tears escaping her eyes.

The vine came back at her, grabbing her leg and dragging back inside. She was dangling upside down in front of Willow. "You're a jerk! That's all you are, Boscha!"

"S-stop... d-don't hur-" She passed out, her sentence left unfinished.

Willow's eyes turned back to normal. The vine dropped Boscha then escaped back through the window it had smashed through.

"I- B-Boscha!" She looked down at the girl, fearful of what she had done.

She kneels down and feels her pulse then sighs in relief. "Okay, you're still alive." She picks the girl up and lays her on the couch before going around the house. She found lots of tools.

She takes them to the living room. "Okay, um, I don't... crap!" She may exercise a lot, but she didn't know building or tools.

However, she needed to fix the window or they'd freeze to death. In the end, she decided she'd use plants. She grew large vines in front of the Window for a temporary fix.

She looked back at the girl she had accidentally caused to pass out. She looked around some more and noticed there was no electricity, No lights, this was an older home. There was a table in the dining room that was connected to the kitchen and living room. The kitchen contained a wood burn stove and a counter. They were going to have to find a way to gather their own food.

"I can grow vegetables... and fruits... gosh. Literally I'm about to have to use my magic just to eat!" She sighs.

She was hungry right now, but she wasn't going to eat until Boscha woke up. She sat down in front of the couch and sighed. "Please, be okay."

It had been nearly an hour. Willow had fallen asleep leaning against the couch. Boscha's eyes opened and she groaned in pain. At first, she was confused as to where she was, but she recollected her thoughts.

"Right... Willow threw me into a tree..." She sat up, wincing in pain. "Gah, fuck..." She groaned.

Willow's eyes snapped open because she heard the bully. "Boscha!" She nearly screamed her name, causing the three-eyed witch to wince in a pain again.

"Can you keep it down? My head is pounding." Boscha growled.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to throw you against the tree!"

"Yeah, you threw a temper tantrum and flung me out a window."

Willow was about to say something back, but she knew it would just end with them arguing again.

"Look, we have to get along." Willow sighed. "That means-" "I need to stop hurting your fucking feelings. Got it, whatever!"

Willow glared at her and Boscha couldn't help but flinch.

The plant lover was almost surprised. She realized that the girl was slightly scared of her now!

"That's not all. We need to set some rules." Willow stated.

She was going to take advantage of Boscha's fears for a moment, so she might be able to live more comfortably.

"Okay? Like what?"

"Stop calling me Half-A-Witch is going to be one of those rules." Willow almost growled out the rude nickname. "Second rule is we're both going to pull our weight. We'll find a fair way to split up the chores."

"Alright, how's this? I'll go out chop firewood when we need it, hunt, and repair things Such as... I don't know, boarding up a broken window..." She points to the window Willow broke.

"Um... Okay. I'll clean and get us vegetables and fruits to eat..."

"Great. What other fucking rules do you need to place?"

"Stop cussing. No more shouting. We have to start talking everything out."

"Are you serious right now?!" Boscha growled.

Willow glared, and she backed down slightly. The plant witch relaxed.

"You're using it against me..." She realized.

"What?"

Her pupils became thin lines and heat radiated off of her horns. "You attacked me and now you're using my fear against me." She hissed, flames engulfing her wrists.

"Boscha! Wait, I can explain!"

Boscha didn't listen as her eyes became completely black and her pupils began to change to be a gray-blue. She wasn't going to listen now.