Just first to explain some stuff, there are two Lilys in this story. The first one is character-Lily, and the other is real-Lily, and we basically all live in her head since she created us. Character-Lily is the one who is actually in the story, but she mentions real-Lily, so I wanted to make sure nobody was confused. Enjoy! - Metylia.

A/N Dalia here! As you may or may not know, I am usually the character who writes for this account. Me and Metylia, the character who owns this account, have devised a plan... That's right, this oneshot is a shipping of the other two characters, Tomboy and Lily! Have fun reading, hehe...

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  Tomboy sighed, laying on the floor.

  "I'm so booored," she groaned. Lily looked down at her and shrugged.

  "Can't really blame Lily though, she's sick." Lily glanced back at the book she had been reading and took an absentminded sip of her drink. Tomboy frowned.

  "I know, but that doesn't stop me from being bored." Lily shrugged as if to say she didn't know what to do about it. There was a pause. Tomboy shifted her position on the hard floor.

  "Hey... Couldn't you imagine us something to do? After all, you are Lily's character, and this is her mind." Lily looked up from her book again.

  "I dunno, I could try..." Lily closed her eyes tightly and seemed to be concentrating. After a moment, there was a loud 'pop' and a hairclip fell from the sky. Lily looked at it curiously.

  "I was trying to get a green one..." She turned the hairclip, which was, in fact, blue, over in her hand.

  "Can you do larger things?" Tomboy asked eagerly, hoping for a distraction from her boredom. Lily shrugged and closed her eyes again, and again, a loud 'pop' was followed by a toaster landing hard on the table. Lily jumped back in alarm and some of her drink spilled over the edge of the cup.

  "Neat! Our other toaster is broken." Tomboy said with a grin.

  "That could have hit me!" Lily said in a strained voice. Tomboy frowned.

  "Well... It didn't, though..." Lily shook her head.

  "Whatever, I am not doing that again." The silence descended back upon them. Lily carefully picked up the toaster and placed it on the ground, then going back to her book. Tomboy sat up and took the blue hairclip from the table, playing absentmindedly with it.

  The pause stretched on.

  Finally, the silence was broken by Metylia appearing, floating a couple inches off the ground, in a puff of purple particles.

  "Is that a toaster?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Do you ever touch the ground?" Tomboy replied, matching her tone.

  "Touche."

  "By the way, do you know where Dalia is?" Metylia shrugged.

  "Off someplace writing, probably." Tomboy glanced at the doorway out of the room they were in.

  "Maybe we should go find her?" she suggested, still eager for something to do. To her surprise, Lily nodded and stood up.

  "Yeah, let's go." she grabbed Tomboy's hand and pulled her up off the floor, and the went, leaving Metylia to watch them go with a smirk on her face as she saw their still-clenched hands.

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  After a while of wandering through white, plain halls which weren't dark, but didn't have any noticeable shadows, they were utterly lost. However, they weren't concerned. This was just how it was, this was their home.
They knew that if they were gone for long enough, Metylia would teleport to them to make sure they were alright.

  "Maybe this way? Dal does like this section." Lily said pulling Tomboy into a hallway which was pitch black, except for the firefly-like lights that floated through the area.

  "I guess all the libraries would help, for someone like her," Tomboy chuckled. And sure enough, the first door they came to led to a large room, with bookcases lining the walls. And Dalia was sitting against the bookcases in one corner, writing furiously in a notebook. She glanced up as she heard the door opening, and a grin appeared on her face.

  "So, you two dating yet?" The two blushed as they realized they were still holding hands and quickly let go.

  "Well- actually- yeah, we are..." Lily stammered. Dalia raised an eyebrow.

  "Reeally..." She smirked.

  "Well, anyway, what's that you're writing?" Tomboy said quickly. Dalia scowled.

  "Just that silly tag thing." She said, obviously annoyed. Tomboy was about to reply when she noticed that Lily was still blushing furiously.

  "Well, just so long as you're okay, me and Lily had probably better find the bedroom, it's getting late." Lily nodded hurriedly and they left, back into the hallway of firefly lights.

  Holding hands.

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A/N That turned out longer than expected, but oh well! I gotta go before Tomboy kills me, bye!
I appreciate your existence!
-Metylia