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i'm crazy for you (touch me once and you’ll know it's true)

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Gus’ requests for a brief education in human music slowly morphs into a weekly music session at the Owl House. Amity, Gus, and Willow pile on the couch as Luz presents each musical genre or artist on her chalkboard, her phone connected to a radio she dug up from Eda’s collection of human treasures. 

One thing Amity adores about Luz is her exuberance when sharing her interests; her brown eyes sparkle brightly, her hands moving quickly to emphasize her points. She has the tendency to underline the era or artist written on the chalkboard over and over as she speaks until a thick line of chalk is drawn under the word. 

During these lessons, Amity places a hand under her chin, warmly smiling at her friend’s enthusiasm - quietly absorbing Luz’s words and basking in her joy. Her excitement is intoxicating, really. 

Willow, who notices Amity’s stares like it’s second nature, always elbows her teasingly until Amity turns vermillion. 

(“Hey Amity, are you okay? You’re really red...Is it too warm in here? I can open a window,” Luz once said after Willow had poked at her for smiling too widely at Luz’s excitement for Shakira.

“N-no, I’m fine,” Amity stammered, shooting a quick glare at a smirking Willow.)

Sometimes, Amity firmly believes Luz will be the death of her, especially now, as she watches her crush passionately lip sync to “80s music” - the genre of the week. It consists of ‘synths’, powerful choruses, and fun beats, ones that compel Amity to tap her foot. 

The Boiling Isles has its own music - in fact, some of the human world’s pop reminds Amity of their own - but something about music from the 80s feels unique, rejuvenating. 

Obviously, Luz thinks the same, from how she is moving and essentially scream-singing to the song playing on the radio, beckoning for Willow and Amity to join her and Gus, who dances next to her. He hops to the quick beat that plays, ears twitching with joy. 

Each music session inevitably turns into Luz and Gus dancing wildly together, with sometimes Willow awkwardly joining in. Amity hardly dances, too scared of the idea of knocking shoulders with Luz and melting into a puddle of mush in front of everyone. The image of her and Luz dancing together is daunting, heightened by the mere knowledge of how tender the human’s hands are when dancing. 

Take on me , a man on the radio sings, inciting Luz to grab Gus by the shoulders, forcing them both to hop in sync. Amity smiles, Willow elbows her side. 

“Okay!” Luz pants once the song finishes, wiping a small sheen of sweat from her forehead. “One thing about 80s music is it’ll make you sweat like crazy!”

“I can tell,” Gus breathes, resting his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “But it’s so fun!” 

“You two,” Luz says, pointing at Amity and Willow. “- have to dance with us for the next song. I don’t care what it is. It’s 80s night!” 

Amity’s heart flutters, her body willing itself to sink deeper into the couch below her, but it’s the Owl House , so the cushions are firm and quite uncomfortable - why can’t they be soft and easy to melt into? 

“Okay!” Willow says, already standing. She turns around to smirk at Amity, holding out her hand to help the other witch up. “C’mon Amity. It’s 80s night.”

Amity glares at her for the umpteenth time of the night, begrudgingly grabbing her hand - her face burning. “Yeah, yeah. I’m up.” 

The four of them all stand together in the center of the room, awaiting the next song. 

“Great!” Luz exclaims, reaching down to hit ‘shuffle’ on her phone. 

What plays next is possibly the worst song that could play. 

It starts out with a funky beat and a grunt, making Luz gasp as she begins to move her shoulders side to side, with Gus following suit.

“This is Prince!” Luz exclaims, beginning to move her hips, and god, Amity surely is going to die. “The lyrics are a bit suggestive, but it’s a bop!” 


You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on

I just need your body, baby, from dusk 'til dawn


One thing Amity has learned about Luz is that she likes to grab at her friends as she dances, twirling with them, grabbing their hands, pointing as she lip-syncs - she’s touchy and extremely expressive when dancing, more than she usually is, which sends Amity into a frenzy. 

Now, Luz begins to lip-sync and make eye contact with Amity, a light-hearted grin plastered across her face, hips sashaying to the awful song that croons on the radio.

Now, Amity decides it’d be a good time to die. 


You don't have to be rich to be my girl

You don't have to be cool to rule my world

Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with

I just want your extra time and your kiss.


The kissing sound at the end of the chorus is pure obscenity to Amity’s ears. 

Willow begins to snicker loudly as Amity stiffly moves from side to side, face beet red. Luz, oblivious as ever, reaches out to grab her hand at the start of the second verse, pulling Amity into a twirl and away from Gus and Willow. 


You got to not talk dirty, baby, if you wanna impress me

You can't be too flirty, mama, I know how to undress me


Luz continues to lip-sync, her face close to hers, eyes screwed shut in joy as she swings with a blushing Amity to the song. Amity curses silently to herself, willing her palms to stop sweating in Luz’s hands. Can she not feel how sweaty they are, can she not notice that Amity is hardly swaying with her? 

It’s clear that Luz doesn’t care about the lyrics, too absorbed in the song itself and dancing with her best friends, but Amity cares. She shakes her hands out of Luz’s grip, ignoring how the human briefly pouts at her - opting to waddle over to Gus and Willow, leaving Luz to contentedly twirl alone in the center of the room. 

“This song,” Gus gasps, hopping excitedly on beat, “is so groovy!” 

“Yeah, it is!” Willow giggles. She turns to Amity. “Right, Amity?” 

“I’ll literally kill you,” Amity growls, crossing her arms as her feet continue to move stiffly side to side. Her ears are still burning profusely. She thinks she needs a breather to cool down. The image of Luz lip-syncing to this song will haunt her for months, she’s sure of it. 


You don't have to be rich to be my girl

You don't have to be cool to rule my world

Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with

I just want your extra time and your kiss.


This time, Luz and Gus both mimic the kissing sound at the end of the chorus, and it’s so ridiculous it sends the four of them into a giggling fit, with Amity not fixating on how Luz puckers her lips. 

Thankfully, the two of them start to make obnoxious kissing sounds for the rest of the song, competing to see who’s louder and Titans - Amity thinks she’d literally collapse if she had to witness Luz passionately lip-syncing and moving her hips to this song once more. 

The song ends with the four of them giggling in a circle, as Gus makes a loud “mwah” noise at the radio.

“I love you, Prince,” Gus sighs. He turns to Luz. “You have to play more Prince songs.” 

Willow must see the look of terror on Amity’s face, because she says, “What about something else? A slow song, we need a break from dancing.” 

“True,” Gus gasps. “We need a different vibe. I’m sweating like crazy.”  

Amity smiles at her with unadulterated gratitude; Willow winks.

“Yeah, you guys have a point,” Luz says, already scrolling through her phone for a slower song. “Hm. I think I have one in mind. You guys need to hear Madonna. Let’s take a seat and bask in her amazingness.” 

The four of them clamor over to sit on the couch, and Amity silently prays for the next song to be anything but romantic, with Luz’s shoulder pressed tightly against hers, her body hot from dancing. Of course, her usual seat is next to Luz - she forgot! 

Amity wonders if it’d be too obvious to change seats. 

“Alright, let’s go!” Luz says, pressing play on her phone. “We can listen in serene silence.” 

A soft melody breaks throughout the room, and the entire atmosphere immediately changes. It sounds magical - the instrumentals - and Amity is obliged to look over at Luz as the first verse starts. 


Swaying room as the music starts

Strangers making the most of the dark

Two by two their bodies become one


It’s like the universe wants Amity to suffer, because the song is romantic, very romantic, and the woman’s voice is captivating in general, underscoring the meaning of the song.

And Luz seems to love it, from how her lips immediately break into a grin and she gazes longingly at the ceiling. Amity feels her cheeks flush at the sight of it, at Luz’s contemplative face, at her bangs pressed wetly against her forehead - at her tan skin glowing with the candle lights surrounding them. 

Her side profile is pretty, Amity thinks. Willow jabs her side.


I see you through the smokey air

Can't you feel the weight of my stare?

You're so close but still a world away

What I'm dying to say, is that


(Gus gasps. “This is so beautiful!”

Amity gulps, her gaze on Luz. 

Willow giggles.

Strangely, Luz is silent.) 


I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new

You'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you


The only word Amity’s brain can muster is: Luz, Luz, Luz, her eyes stuck on the human girl next to her, who appears to be in a trance. Amity’s afraid if she opens her mouth for a split second, the sound will involuntarily come out of her because the lyrics resonate somewhere deep, deep in her chest - 


Trying hard to control my heart

I walk over to where you are

Eye to eye we need no words at all


Amity wonders if Luz could feel her stare, because, at that moment, she turns to catch Amity’s gaze, a soft smile on her face, brown eyes searching hers. 


Slowly now we begin to move

Every breath I'm deeper into you

Soon we two are standing still in time

If you read my mind, you'll see


Amity is going to die. Positively, at this exact spot, especially with Luz smiling at her, her honey-brown eyes peering curiously into her own, an unreadable look on her face - one Amity has never seen before.

Thankfully, Willow isn’t jabbing her side, because Amity is sure she’s flushed all over, her mind folding over every single moment she’s shared with Luz, attaching them to the lyrics crooning from the radio.


I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new

You'll feel it in my kiss

You'll feel it in my kiss

Because I'm crazy for you - 


Amity doesn’t realize her hand was resting in the space between them, until Luz hesitantly reaches out to rest her own atop of it, eyebrows furrowed, gaze firmly fixed on their hands.

Something in Amity drops, her veins blaring hot inside her. 

She’s going to die. 

Luz quickly looks up to meet Amity’s gaze again, and for a second, she looks terrified, remorseful, as if she can’t believe she did that, as if she’s surprised by her own action.

And Amity impulsively throws out all insecurities, all her hesitations - maneuvering her palm to squeeze at Luz’s hand reassuringly, her throat throbbing. 

The smile that breaks out across Luz’s face is more beautiful than anything, Amity is sure of it. 


It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you

And you know it's true

Yeah, I'm crazy for you

Crazy for you, baby


Amity realizes how close their faces are once the song ends, and they pull away from one another as if they’d both been burned - their faces red and palms sweating. Luz clears her throat, making a point not to look at Amity.


The silence is deafening, and Amity refuses to look at her other friends’ faces, deciding to look at the green carpet below their feet. 

“It was pretty great,” Willow says first, and lightly brushes her shoulder against Amity’s own. It’s a silent taunt. Amity nearly pushes her off the couch. 

“That…” Gus breathes, unaware of what had just conspired. “was amazing !” 

“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Luz says quietly, turning to look at Amity again, still blushing. “Madonna is special.” 

The two of them linger around each other the rest of the night, not speaking of that moment, both well aware something had changed. 




Amity lays in bed, green hair spread like tendrils across her pillow, hands laying numbly at her sides - her brain turning the lyrics over and over:


I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new

You'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you


Her heart skips a beat. 

She’ll figure out some way to get that song on her scroll.