So. Art. It's. Arty? /AMY

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

Jon is not what one would call a renaissance man. He was a playboy-and-shot-of-jager-man if you really wanted to give him a title. But, he was trying to show Amy that he had changed. That he was all refined and shit now. And she liked this sort of thing- this sort of thing being an art opening. Honestly, Jon just didn't get art. Some people called putting their blood on a stick and scrapping it around a canvas was art. Well, Jon called it crap.

At least this was paint.

It was abstract, which means it basically took the artistic know how of a fourth grader. Splotch some paint on a canvas? Make sure the colors looked nice together? ART! Still, he got free wine out of the deal, so whatever.

Sipping the wine, despite the urge to swill it down and chew on the glass to provide SOME FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT, he stared at a canvas while some art douches tried to discuss the meaning of it... Jon had the meaning. It was that the artist is lazy and squirted some paint around, then smeared it with his dick. THAT'S ALL IT MEANT. That's all it ever meant. Why did everyone need to see meaning in everything. That's paint, that's canvas, the world keeps spinning. At least Amy looked beautiful.

Amy always looked beautiful.

It was, like, her super power or something.

"I think I see... a mushroom." Jon said, cocking his head, squinting a little. "Though, that could definitely also be a dick..." Sighing, he offered Amy a smile. "Watch. It's probably called 'Two Hippos in Springtime' or something..."He laughed at his own little joke, though not too loud, looking back at the painting.

His black eyes trailed across the room, trying to get a read. Lots of men in scarves, that was for sure. He didn't mind the occasional male adorned accessorize, don't get him wrong. He would sport a dancy belt, a pair of square toed shoes. Maybe a pair of glasses he really didn't need. And yes, he'd even use mousse, if the occasion called for it. But when glitter was thrown in the mix... No. Just no.

There were a few girls, sporting cocktail dresses. And even if he didn't believe in the monogamy thing inwardly, he couldn't find one he found prettier than his Amy.

Life was as it should be.

Minus the ferrety art show.

Jon was not a renaissance man.

[AMY WINSTON]

Amelia Winston was finally done with her state of conflict. It had been three weeks since she had decided to take Jon back, and so far, things were going quite well. She had laid down the law though. Rule number one. No coke. If she found him with coke, it was done. End of discussion. Rule Number two. No infidelities. If she caught him with another girl, they could be living in a closet together, and she still would not speak to him. Rule number three. They lived in the same apartment building, not the same apartment. Rule number four. He would speak to Maggie, be nice to her when he saw her. But under no circumstances was he to cultivate any sort of friendship with her, and all visits with Maggie must be supervised. Rule number five. He would attempt to do classy things with Amy. Art shows, theatre, and he would remain sober throughout.

Of course, he agreed to everything, because her end of this deal was to stay with him forever and ever. And she wasn't a controlling girlfriend. She was trying to better him. He could use a bit of culture. Which was why she had dragged him to this Art Opening at the museum. It seemed more of Charlemagne's thing, and she wished momentarily that she had brought him along too, so the boys could bond; but she was being careful about hanging out with her new friend. Jon didn't take too kindly to Amy spending time with people with Y chromosomes. It was better for everyone involved if Jon knew as little about Charlie as possible. That might seem a tad hypocritical, but hey, she wasn't fucking him, so it was totally different.

She looked at her boyfriend, he looked positively dapper in his casually dressy outfit. He actually had never looked better. And he was sipping his wine instead of guzzling it down, which showed that he cared about her wanting him to stay mostly sober. She didn't mind a slight buzz from him; just keep it classy, not trashy. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and smiled at him as he scrutinized the piece in front of them. He absolutely loathed everything about this date, except that she was there with him, and that was all that mattered to her. He was so sweet.

"I think I see... a mushroom. Though, that could definitely also be a dick..."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, entwining her arm in his and leading him to another piece of modern art. "Sweetie, you see mushrooms all the time. And dicks. Maybe I should be worried."[/b] Her brows knitted together in mock concern, before she playfully swatted him and walked to the next piece. She turned around quickly, shooting him a sweet smile. "Thank you for taking me to the museum baby. You're the best. How was work?" They hadn't really seen much of one another recently, since Jon had the club and Amy was trying to adapt to the new management at the Alleyway. The new boss had taken an immediate dislike to Amy, and had actually just fired her before Jon called her up with the tickets to the gala. But it wasn't going to put a damper on anything. Maybe she could work for Maggie! That would be fun.

Isn't she cute?

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

Jon's arm was wrapped around Amy's waist as they moved from exhibit to exhibit, his smile amused at her teasing. They hadn't always been so cute, so sweet, so adorable. Though, truth be told, they had their moments of what the fuckery, just as any trouble. Sleeping with her best friend, was one of many infractions, but they soldiered on because they loved one another. There was not always love, it was not love at first sight. In fact, Jon had found her rather annoying to begin with. And Amy had certainly not been a fan of his.

In eighth grade, as the two prepared to join the high school, Jon and Amy had been apart of two different worlds. Amy was a good girl, who's grades were up to par and who cared about the school around her. It was cute. Jon, on the other hand, had the very unfair reputation of being a wealthy, pompous, jack hole. The two were at odds, but never so much so during October of their eighth year of school.

Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Amy started out a class giving a pretty speech on how the month is so very important and blabbity blabbity blah blah blargle blah. Jon summarized for the class that they should be mindful of scary gross boob death and killer titties. Amy found this, for some odd reason, to not be all that amusing. From there it escalated, it would seem. She met him by his locker, petulant and unworried by the fact that he was surrounded by his bros, and began to thrust upon him a great scolding. He snorted, dismissive, only for her to insist upon continuing. She threatened him, he laughed and scoffed, she stated she was serious, he warned her that he had no qualms about hitting a girl who threw the first punch. She proclaimed that she stood warned.

But, as he thought upon it (and saw that determined look in her eye, like a hungry lioness), Jon found himself both slightly aroused and a bit worried. God forbid she actually got a good punch in, and won. So he attempted to apologize, like a gentleman. Not that she would accept it, oh no. Not stubborn Amy Winston. She demanded a public apology. Well, Jon wasn't about to do that. He had a name to protect.

So, after attempts at peace went horribly array, he instead went another route. He told his Mom. Who went to tell Amy's Mom. Who told Amy she was forbidden to pick on poor and unassuming Jon Rossum. Being a good little girl, Amy obeyed. At least until Jon pushed her a bit further. When he gave HIS oral report on Breast Cancer Awareness. It would seem that she did not find 'Breast Cancer will soon be a distant mammary' to be as funny as he dd. And that seemed to push her over the edge.

She got a few good punches in, attributing to his first broken nose.

And it. Was. So. Hot.

Later, a few weeks later, their parents had a dinner concerning a business arrangement. And Jon and Amy talked. And then... they became Jon and Amy.

He shook off the memory, as becoming aroused at an art show seemed like it would be good form, and kissed her softly on the forehead at her gratitude. Life was rather good, wasn't it. Life was rather beautiful. Jon had almost everything he wanted, and what was best, it seemed to quite easy. Almost too easy, though Jon was not a bright fellow. He would not dwell on it, actually. "Of course. Anything for my Amy Baby." He spoke quietly, privately, intimately. At the inquiry of work, Jon groaned. Ugh, he hated trivial talk such as careers.

Down the Rabbit Hole was a booming business. There was no shortage of people wanted to get drunk and dance to strobe lights in New York. But management was so very tedious. And Jon hated tedious. But, still, she asked. "Boring, to be honest. Just had to fire one of the wait staff, and now I'm short a server, which means I'll be doing interviews." He scrunched his nose distastefully, wondering if he should find an assistant to do this crap for him. But manners, Amy has a job too. "What about you? Work well? Do I need to come and show anyone how to treat a lady?"

[AMY WINSTON]

Jon's smile was a curious thing. Since the revival of Jon and Amy, and ever since Amy was able to admit to herself that she did love Jon very much, his smile caused her physical pain. Her heart leapt into her throat, and beat so furiously that she felt as though she could hardly breathe. Her love for him was physically painful, looking at him was like looking at the sun.

It was funny. If someone had told her back in 8th grade that she would come to love Jon Rossum with such ferocity, she would have laughed in their faces and quite possibly vomited. Their history was long and tumultuous, and it began when Jon started dating Amy's friend Miranda. Miranda was a sweet girl, very virtuous, went to church, loved her parents. Jon and Miranda started dating, which Miranda (having always had a thing for Jon) was simply over the moon about.

That relationship lasted for all of about three weeks, when Jon figured out that Miranda was not going to put out. He dropped her like she was a beat at a dubstep show, and she went sobbing to Amy. This coupled with a few years of teasing, finally coming to a head with the whole breast cancer debacle, lead Amy to her breaking point. She was never a violent person, and in truth, the only physical altercation she had ever been in had been with Jon.

For the record? She kicked his ass. He had gotten in one good punch, which had given her the worst black eye of her life, but she had broken his nose. Later that week, their parents were convening over dinner to discuss hospital bills, something Amy found to be a great injustice. Jon came to find her in her room, where she was sulking and listening to Hawthorne Heights or something embarrassing like that. She wasn't clear on the details, but remembered some parts.

First, the way he had looked when he walked in her room. He gave her a smile that was sheepish, and apologetic. Like he had found some kind of new respect for her when her fist broke the cartilage. He had looked around her room nervously, as though he had hardly expected to ever find himself there.

She had sat up on her bed, silently allowing him to sit, and waited. Two minutes of awkward silence later, he apologized, which had opened the floodgates of discussion. They got to talking about why she disliked him, he apologized for what happened with Miranda, and then he had said exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. "Honestly, I couldn't stay with Miri. She was so nice, and so sweet. I knew she deserved someone better than me."

Amy's heart had melted at such a display of true feeling and emotion, and suddenly she saw him with new eyes. When he shyly admitted that he wanted 'something' but wasn't sure that it would work out for him if he were to ask, she had smiled and pulled his lips to hers, and started off their longwinded and faulted relationship.

Due to this relationship, Amy and Miranda had a falling out, and Amy's other friend Maggie Sinclair had been more than happy to take up the mantle of best friend. It had never made sense to Amy why she had found Jon with Maggie of all people. Maggie was so sweet to Amy, and was such a big supporter of the two's relationship. She assumed it had something to do with alcohol, which is why she was quick to forgive the temperamental redhead.

Jon dragged her away from thoughts of the past, and the depressing train of thought with a kiss to her forehead. That wouldn't do, so she clung to the lapels of his jacket to pull him down to her lips quickly. Amy never really had a big problem with PDA, as a matter of fact, she loved it. Why shouldn't she be proud to show that she had a man. Especially one who looked like Jon. She was so lucky to be with him. "You're too sweet."[/b]

"Boring, to be honest. Just had to fire one of the wait staff, and now I'm short a server, which means I'll be doing interviews. What about you? Work well? Do I need to come and show anyone how to treat a lady?"

She grimaced, almost wishing she hadn't mentioned it, but what was done was done, and now she had to grin and bear it. "That sucks babe, but I'm sure you'll find someone reliable. And, uhm, as for me...well. The Alleyway was recently bought out by some scary dragon person, who decided that I wasn't competent enough to do the job I've been doing for two years. So, I was me earlier today. But really, it's fine. I can get a job somewhere else. I wonder if Maggie needs anyone at her restaurant?"[/b]

As she talked, she wandered through the gallery, truly not even paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth as per usual. She was so excited to reconnect with her best friend, she was having trouble putting two and two together at the solution that Jon had already unwittingly presented.

She could be so thick sometimes.

OOC;; OH MY GOD, SO MUCH BACKSTORY IN THIS ONE. But, 900 words.