The blonde girl was doing extremely well, too well. The information hadn't truly went through her mind when Peter revealed it. To an outsider it looked as if the girl wasn't phased. On the inside she couldn't comprehend it.
Her brain was playing a trick on her, acting as if her father was still alive. The idea that he wasn't alive was stored at the very back, never once surfacing. The brunette had noticed Sam's odd behavior on the third day. She hadn't mourned her fathers death yet and she was still happy. It was different from when she's truly happy, this happiness the blonde felt was faulty.
Her smile didn't meet her eyes. Sam felt like everything was fine but deep down she knew it wasn't. She didn't linger on it, she continued on in life. Someone else was wearing her skin and Deena didn't like it.
People in the halls would talk and whisper about the blonde's father. Sam payed them no attention. They wondered if she would inherit his fortune. It was the beginning of school all over again. They tried to befriend her, to use her for her money.
The brunette stayed close to Sam, she did her best to keep people away. It was getting hard and sometimes she wished the blonde was apart of a founding family. It would make everything easier and people would actually leave them alone.
On the fifth day Deena snapped. The brunette was angry at Sam, angry that she wouldn't cry, angry that she wouldn't rant about how mean or how fun he was, angry that she would put on a fake smile. All of it was wrong. When they arrived at home Deena grabbed the girl and pulled her roughly into their room. She locked the door and crossed her arms.
Sam looked at her amused, "Are we going to do something inappropriate? Is that why you locked the door?"
The brunette shook her head no frantically, "What? No! I locked the door so you couldn't leave."
"Oh, so this is going to be again my will." The blonde teased laughing.
"Sam. I need you to listen and listen close. We are not going to do anything and I mean anything at all besides talk."
Sam hummed, "Okay, so what are we going to talk about?"
"Your behavior." Deena said.
"My behavior?" Sam questioned.
"Yes your behavior. You've been acting irrationally." Deena paced back and forth while she spoke.
"But I haven't done anything." Sam said hesitantly.
Deena stopped and looked at the girl, "Exactly, you haven't done anything! That's the problem!" She exclaimed.
Sam frowned, "How is that a problem?"
"You're suppose to be feeling something. Your dad is dead and he's not coming back! Yet here you are acting as if none of that happened!" Deena scoffed shaking the girl, "You haven't cried since the day Peter told you about it. You've just been happy like unicorns are fucking rainbows or some shit!"
The blonde took a step back feeling nauseous, "I'm coping."
It was a lie, they both knew it, "Are you sure about that?" Silence fell between them. Sam shifting awkwardly on her feet. She wouldn't make eye contact with the brunette.
The confrontation was too much for her to take. She didn't want to believe that her father was dead, that what Deena had said was true. Everything was a mess. Her mind was jumbled.
Black spots clouded her eyes and she stumbled over.
Deena dropped her arms that she had crossed unconsciously. She caught the girl in her hands a worried look taking over. "Sam are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." She responding unconvincingly. Deena smiled softly at her and laid her down. She took a spot beside the girl and pulled her close.
The brunette stroked her hair, "We'll talk about this later." She kissed the blonde's head.
Sam cuddled close to the girl sighing in content, "I've missed this."
"I know, I have too." She placed another kiss on top of Sam's head. Coughing slightly as some hair went into her mouth. "Your hair is trying to kill me."
She spoke with such seriousness is made Sam laugh, "Don't be a big baby."
Deena gasped playfully, "I could have died." She hands traveled down the blonde's sides tickling her.
Sam panted for breaths as she laughed, "Stop, stop. I surrender." She managed to get out.
"Say that you're mine, say that you're my koala and then I'll stop."
Sam rolled her eyes, "No."
Deena's eyes widen, "Did you just deny yourself the pleasure of being mine?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Sam shrugged.
Deena gasped in mock offense, "I'll have you know that I would be the best girlfriend you'd ever have."
"Is that so?" Sam trailed her hand down Deena's front resting on her stomach.
She nodded enthusiastically, "Mhmm. I already give you the best cuddles and Kate once told me that we were practically married with how much we argue."
"Correction you argue I just follow your orders." Sam smiled, this time it reached her eyes.
"Do you like being told to do? Is that like your kink?" Deena asked genuinely curious.
Sam coughed her face flushing red, "Wha-No! I'm most definitely positive it's you who likes being told what to do. I'm a top."
Deena chuckled, "I never asked if you were a top or a bottom."
Sam's cheeks darkened even more than she thought possible, "I know, I was just clarifying."
"Why would you need to clarify? Are you secretly trying to seduce me into bed with you? Because I would totally fu-"
"Deena!" Sam scolded.
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I know I died again. I got distracted reading a fic about Ava and Beatrice. I also got distracted by one about Toni and Shelby.
