Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

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"I'm just saying we deserve one too. Think of it like... compensation." Simon says, balancing on the tracks with his arms outstretched as Deena and Kate only watch him from their seats, horribly unimpressed.

"Compensation for what, exactly?" Deena raises a brow, her heel absentmindedly digging into the soil beneath as Simon spins to turn to her.

"Moral support. Kate and I totally deserve a mixtape." Simon beams, raising his arms proudly as if to further press just how much he believes he's right.

"She's not going to make us a mixtape, dingus. I don't even have a stereo." Kate rolls her eyes, fishing through her purse for lip balm as Deena happily nods in agreement.

"So unsupportive. Geez." Simon huffs, and almost as if it were on cue the familiar rumble of the tracks begin to seep into the ground in which they stood.

Simon instantly looks at Deena, the same mischievous smile plastered on that is soon replaced by confusion when he realizes she wasn't getting up. She didn't even look interested. It was a Sunday, a rather clear one and Simon had the perfect idea to have a little hangout in their spot before classes begin again but as he looked at Deena, fully content in her seat, he just couldn't understand the difference. She had never chickened out of their little game before.

"Wait- you're not playing?" Simon steps off the tracks, approaching the girls as Kate drags her chair backwards. She was too pretty to be squished like a bug, and she wasn't done with her lip balm. It's strawberry, and cost her almost two bucks for the extra exfoliation factor.

"No, not today." Deena hums like it was the most casual thing, and really, it was. She didn't think much of it and yet Simon stood just inches away, looking at her like she magically grew three heads.

"But... but we always- who are you and what have you done with my friend?" Simon exclaims, partially because the train was already zooming by, filling the space with the loud grumble of the wheels against the tracks but also because Deena has never not played.

"I'm just not feeling it, Si." Deena smiles, laughing at the frantic look in his eyes as Simon squats down to level their eyes, examining her and slowly reaching a hand out to poke Deena's cheek.

"Weird." He mumbles as Deena swats his hand away.

"She's finally growing a brain." Kate chimes in from a few feet away, a knowing smile on her lips as Simon goes to plop down onto his chair.

"This whole Sam thing is really changing you." Simon hums, picking up his half empty soda can and pouring the contents into his mouth.

"Changing me? And what 'Sam thing'? There's no thing, we're friends." Deena rolls her eyes, and her friends cannot possibly believe her level of ignorance at that moment. It almost makes Kate want to chuck a pebble at her head.

"Friends? You two were like two seconds away from fucking in the backseat yesterday." Simon fires back, visibly shuddering at the memory.

"True. I had to intervene; it was getting disgusting." Kate agrees, and Deena looks at them like they were the crazy ones.

"What? No-" Deena tries to defend, the most incredulous look smeared onto her face as she glances between Simon and Kate.

"Oh Sam, i'm going to change your life with my oh so awesome music." Kate mocks, clasping her hands together and batting her eyes.

"Oh Deena, I have so many interesting sides that you might want to explore with your to-" Simon plays along, outstretching his legs to reference the events of the day before as he flips his imaginary long locks over his shoulder.