Margo only had to touch Yennessa's door knob to be transported back home. Upon her return it was back to spots in her eyes from the transport light.
"Amy!" Margo called out in blind desperation. She heard what she assumed was the creaking of Amy's door.
"Oh, hey! You're back. So, how was it?"
"Mind helping me out first," Margo waved a hand in front of her eyes to remind Amy of her temporary handicap.
"I can try," out of the purview of Margo's recovering vision Amy began making the same hand gestures Yennessa had made hours earlier only it took her several more seconds. By the time Margo's vision recovered from Amy's help she'd already regained half her sight.
"Much appreciated," since childhood Margo had developed a habit of thanking Amy for any magical assist at the request of Amy's mom, it was meant to help reassure Amy of her own staggered abilities. From Margo's perspective it was well earned considering she couldn't cast her own spells.
"No problem."
The girls each took a seat on their living room couch, "Anyways, we mostly just talked about stuff that you probably don't want to hear about," it suddenly occurred to Margo that Amy would definitely not want to hear about this. "So, what did you end up doing?"
"I met up with Jake," Amy looked to the side, "I thought it would get my mind off the whole stupid Cyrus date but Jake reminded me of something," Amy's face shifted to slack disappointment, "Also apparently he knew about the date," Amy place a hand be hind her head, "I don't think he knew about how it ended though. I mean this morning."
"Well that's not really surprising. Cyrus probably just mentioned it to him in a text, I mean for a long time I use to think of the two of them as the version of us with dicks."
Amy couldn't help but give a laugh at the simple crudeness of Margo's comment, "What do you mean?"
"That's just kind of always how I thought about those two since we met them in high school. They're a pair of childhood best friends that met because of their parents and they were even roommates during college. That's all though," Margo shrugged.
"Well, anyways everything was going lovely up until the point that Jake brought up Cyrus and he mentioned something that I realized I can't ignore," Amy let out a sigh that told Margo how exhausted she was of things to come.
"And what's that?"
"That he is Jake's best friend and apparently," Amy paused, "still your side guy," Margo took note of how Amy stumbled those last two words with just a hint of what could be jealousy, "And I guess I still consider him a friend which means I can't avoid him for the rest of my life," Amy placed the tips of her fingers on her temple, "or even for very long I suspect."
"That really never occurred to you?"
"It did to you?"
"Well duh! I thought it should be someone I at least trust. That said it's not like I know another candidate," Margo chuckled almost with villainess intent, "I guess no matter what you're going to have to deal with the fall out of," she paused and shrugged, "whatever you choose to do. Which I say you should still ask him."
Amy rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Why'd I ever let you talk me into this?"
"You're making a big deal out of nothing I bet. Just say you're sorry. Oh! And then ask him about putting on the cage."
"Margo," Amy looked at her roommate with a straight stare, "I can't even right now. I just want to stop thinking about all this." Amy got up and started walking back to her bedroom. "Night!"
"Stop worrying about it," she lifted from the couch, stretching limbs that have rested on couches more than enough for one day, "I'll just tell you how hurt he was after my date with him tomorrow."
Amy stopped dead in her tracks, "That's right. So, I guess he's getting two dates in one weekend. Good for him."
"Do you have a problem with that," Margo was beginning to suspect there may have been more to their date but if Amy really cared about Cyrus that much, she figured she'd say something given the chance.
"I mean, it's his life," Amy couldn't look back at her roommate.
What the hell kind of emotional situation is this? "
He can do what makes him happy," as soon has those words left her mouth she wondered if she sounded petty.
"Alright then. He texted me about it while I was hanging with Yennessa. We're catching a matinée tomorrow morning."
"Have fun," Amy knew it came out sounding awkward. She closed the door and decided if Margo didn't have anything to add then the universe consisted only of her room, herself and the little bitch sleeping in the dead center of her bed. "It's cute that you think you need all that space," Amy lifted Terry and put her in her arms like an infant, the wee dog grunted displeasure at having been evicted from the mattress to a dog bed which was made for a canine many times larger than herself. She went right back to sleep once she was placed there.
Lying in bed looking up at the ceiling Amy still couldn't seem to get her mind off of what she was going to do about talking to Cyrus again. She didn't want to think about it at that moment. She wanted to go to bed and think about it tomorrow or maybe the next day or maybe the day after that.
I wish I never had to deal with it.
Amy got things done because they would bother her until they were done. That motivation drove her to figure out how to produce your favorite flavor cups and now she is about to start selling your favorite flavor mugs. The ideas just ate away at her until she saw them through to the end. Sure the process was slow and it took awhile before she was able to get the cups right, let alone all the time and effort it took to put the same magic into each item but magic she understood. She was able to revel in the process of figuring out how to get the magic just right with trial and error. Relationships are something else.
She didn't really get what made relationship stick or fall apart. It wasn't just in romance either, if whatever she had with Cyrus could be considered romance. She didn't really understand what made friendships strong, mild, weak or even unhealthy. Maybe that's why she's never made another confidant.
She decided that she was right to have her reservations about Cyrus. It's not that he was untrustworthy but getting to know him so much at Friday night's dinner highlighted just how little she actually knew the guy in spite of considering him a friend for so long. That still didn't really explain why she hadn't made Jake a confidant. If Amy was the main character in the sitcom of her life, Margo would very obviously be the costar and Jake the show's most reoccurring side character. Since entering the proud independent drudgery of adulthood all her other friends both old and new just kind of popped in and out but she couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't seeing Jake weekly.
Why haven't I made Jake a confidant then?
The plain answer is that she was just afraid. Relationships are hard no matter what the context is but this is especially true for witches. Confidants were expected to be trustworthy and clever enough to maintain the secrecy of magic. It's worth noting that cleverness is not something that's been required since the Secrecy Seal of 1777, a spell which prevents confidants from unconsciously spilling the magic beans. The Secrecy Seal was even the first spell Amy ever cast only moments after making Margo her first confidant when they were just kids.
Amy began to wonder if she'd even have a friend and confidant as close as Margo if they'd never been introduced by their parents as kids. She realized that she never really had a choice in trusting Margo and the more she thought about it the more she suspected she probably never would have come to that decision on her own if she'd met Margo today. Amy also had to admit that she loved her best friend's negative attributes has much as her positive ones, that's what made her whole after all. She wondered if it was a flaw or a positive that Margo was unapologetically going out with a guy that she was maybe still trying to put in permanent chastity or maybe go on a few more dates with him.
Can I have both?
For as much as Amy plans ahead, she hadn't put enough thought into her virgin sacrifice but Margo was right in that she figured she'd have some sort of friendship with whoever wore it, if only to get them in it. For her own pleasure, Amy just assumed she'd have to stick to dating other women. Still, it seems like a lot to ask a guy to give up his orgasms, seeing as until last night every sexual encounter she had with a dude ended when he shot off.
Cyrus was the first guy that ever...
