Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

7

A sure fire way to act on a death wish, is to wake up Kate Shmidt after a night of drinking. Deena and Simon know this very well, both having to learn the hard way never to interrupt Kate's sleep when she's hungover. Deena was first, when she woke Kate up about two years ago after a freshman party just to ask where they kept the glasses and Kate must have called her every word in the book.

Simon made that mistake too when he bumped into Kate's nighstand in a sleepover and woke her up and he had to run down the stairs with his bare feet to try and shake Kate who was after him with the scariest look on her face. Simon thinks she's got a little witch in her— but only when she's woken up.

But Simon had no choice, not when his eyes flutter open and he peels Kate off of his body to get up for a glass of water and sees Sam asleep on Deena's lap. Simon does a double take, a triple take, rubbing his eyes to try and comprehend how exactly Samantha Fraser ended up on Deena's couch— and her lap. Simon falls back to the mattress, poking Kate in the shoulder because he cannot be the only one seeing that.

"I swear to fucking god Simon—" Kate grumbles sharply, face mushed into the mattress as Simon keeps a confused gaze on the two girls still sleeping on the couch.

"Please tell me you're seeing this." Simon cuts her off, the utter confusion in his tone causing Kate to open her eyes. She cringes at the sunlight pouring through the windows, slowly flipping herself over to look at Simon.

"What the hell are you—" Kate begins, tracing Simon's gaze until she spots exactly what he was looking at.

Sam, curled up with her head on Deena's lap and Deena's arm rested casually upon her stomach as she slept sitting down. Deena's head hung back lazily, mouth slightly agape as little snores trickled from her lips. Kate immediately sits up, brows furrowed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes trying to make sure she wasn't locked in some weird dream.

"I'm not crazy, right? That's Sam!" Simon whisper yells, pointing over at the sleeping girls as Kate crawls closer, examining the blonde like she was some sort of alien that dropped out of the sky.

"You're not crazy." Kate whispers after a while, scrambling through her very hazy memories all while battling a mind numbing headache until she gets a fuzzy glimpse of seeing Sam out by the sidewalk a few hours prior.

"I think she came over last night or something. That's so weird." Kate mumbles, plopping back down onto the mattress as she drags a hand down her face to try and wane her throbbing head.

"She slept here?" Simon asks incredulously, still having a hard time wrapping his head around the scene as Kate grumbles.

"No, she died on Deena's lap." Kate mumbles sarcastically, glaring at the boy who runs a hand through his messy curls.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Simon hums, frustration peppering his tone as he tries to recall whatever he could.

Truthfully, the last vivid memory his brain held was watching Kate slash Paul Hayes' tires. Everything that came after was a jumble of a blur, and he did have a pretty realistic dream about being able to shapeshift into a bird and that totally didn't help him in sorting out which was a memory and which was something his brain had conjured up in a drunken mess.

"Can you shut up for like five minutes? I'm so close to strangling you." Kate pulls a pillow onto her face, because everything around her fucking hurt. The sunlight, the chirping birds, Simon's voice, it all just seemed to amplify the headache she was sporting.

"I think i'm gonna puke. I'm gonna puke." Simon says in a panic, and what Kate hears next is the boy's rushed footsteps drawing away to the bathroom.