This is gonna have some backstoryyyy

because i think my story is eck

this video is for later, i'll tell you when 

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Anakin's POV:

As Ameir and I walked out of the room I turned and glared at her. "I was winning you know."

My sister snorted and shook her head. "I was winning you know," she mimicked my voice.

"Real mature," I rolled my eyes and slowed down as we approached the cockpit, as the door way wasn't large enough to fit through at the same time. Ameir walked in and sat in the pilot chair, propping her feet up on the control panel, expertly moving her feet so she wouldn't hit any buttons that would send us spinning off into space or blow up. 

I sat in the co-pilot chair and did the same, but my feet were a lot higher on the panel than her's were. If we stood next to each other, I would be about five inches taller than her, and that had it's pros and cons. I could stand next to her and rest my elbow on her head, but her elbows had a great angle right into my ribs. Her bruises last for weeks. 

"Explain to me why you were on Tatooine. Again." Ameir was giving me bitch face #46. I set my jaw and turned my head to face her.

"We crashed. We fell. Comms broke. No comms, no communications. No communications, no way back. Your comm worked, the ship's didn't. You came and picked us up and now here we are." I said.

"But how did you crash? Bad piloting, or were you shot?" 

I was about to answer but as soon as I opened my mouth I shut it. I didn't know how we crashed. Our pilot just told us that we had gotten hit, but not by what. "I actually...I actually don't know." I said honestly. 

"Huh, weird." she nodded and looked back at the space passing by. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes until she got tired of it and turned her entire chair to me. 

Ameir pulled her feet up and crossed them under her on the chair. "Can we try to fix our Bond?"

I turned my head to her quickly. "Why?" I put my feet on the ground and turned my entire body towards her as well. 

"Well," Ameir started nervously. "After Geonosis, when it, you know, broke. I just didn't feel the same, like my insides were broken too." She looked up at me and I nodded with a small smile as she hesitantly continued.

"I just, everything was just different. Not a good different though. When it broke I felt like I was dying, Anakin." Ameir looked down at her hand that were now in her lap and she began to fidget with the green beaded bracelet there. The bracelet that I gave her when we were kids. It was way to big on her then, but it's started to fit around her slender wrists. 

I started to say something but I paused. "I, I guess that's what happened to me too. I was just unconscious because of Dooku, and, I didn't wake up for about a week." I looked up to see her wide blue eyes staring back at me. They shone with a guilt and sadness, but not tears. 

"I'm sorry that I did that to you," Ameir whispered to me. 

"It wasn't on you, it was me." I shook my head.

"Maybe it was both of us. I was just angry and I hurt  you and you didn't move in time and you lost your arm." Ameir was clenching her hands into fists and she was glaring at the dust on the floor. 

"Hey, hey, Myri, it's just an arm." I smiled at her, reassuring her. Her tense shoulders relaxed a bit as I reached out and grabbed her hand and squeezed. Ameir looked up at me and smiled back a bit. 

"I know Ani, but it's just, if I hadn't tried to do everything by myself and if I had just listened to you, we would still have our Bond and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"What happened doesn't matter anymore. We both made some shitty mistakes, but this, this is progress." I grinned at her and she smiled back. 

"Let's fix it."

We sat with our legs in front of each other and held each other's hands, her left in my right, my right in her left. In the Force, I sent my frayed strands towards her broken ones. She pushed back and when they attached, a ball of light came from the center. It was a brilliant blue with a pure white center. It looked similar to our first bond, but this felt different. 

Trust and security were the most prominent feelings. They were there before, but now it was seeping through the seams, overflowing reassuringly. It sent out soothing waves and I watched them slowly crumble Ameir's anxiety and guilt. When I opened my eyes she had a small grin on her face. "Better?" I asked her.

"Yes, much better," she opened her eyes and her grin grew. 

"Now that we're done with the mushy shit..." she started to hum a tune that I had heard seven-hundred-thousand too many times. 

(This is where the video comes into play)

"No, NO." I shook my head and stood up, crossing my arms. 

Ameir continued to hum the tune. 

"No." I glared at her. "Bad."

"Welcome to the LA bed and breakfast," Ameir sang out under her breath. It came out broken and crackly. As soon as she did that she gave me a black face and and I glared back at her.

Suddenly we both burst out giggling. Ameir bent over and grasped her knees, while I clutched my stomach and threw my head back, laughing. Laughing like this reminded me of our childhood, not having a care in the world. When we would play pranks on the Jedi masters and the other Padawans, when we would celebrate with Mum after we won a PodRace, when we learned how to communicate telepathically for the first time. 
They were all great memories, but they were in the past. And there were new ones to make.

The ship suddenly came to a halt and we flew forward towards the control panel. Ameir hit her head on a lever and I hit my head on the ceiling. Curse my height and these low ceilings.

"Why did you make the damn ceilings so low?" I groaned, rubbing the top of my head.

"The damn ceilings aren't low. I can't even touch em'." She raised her arms and her fingertips barely touched the top. I rolled my eyes.

I looked out the window and saw Coruscant in front of us. 

"Well look at that," Ameir said. 

"We made it."

Guys I'm probably not going to be able to update for a long while. I don't know how long, or what. I like the direction that this story is going in but I don't know how to do this right now. It's not writer's block but it's not inspiration either. I know what I'm going to say but not how to say it. 

I'm also being stalked by my mother right now and it's making me want to slap a bitch. 

Love you guys and thanks for 400 reads!

-Kermit