"Sam."
"Deena."
"We have to talk about it."
"Maybe later."
The brunette sighed, "Sam. It's been weeks. We need to talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about." Sam whispered.
"Sam-"
"No Deena! There's nothing to talk about!" The blonde interrupted.
Deena scoffed, "There's plenty to talk about! You're just being an asshole and avoiding it."
"Is that what you really think?" Sam's voice broke her eyes tearing. "That I can't talk about my problems, that I'm avoiding it? Well I'm not, we all cope in our own ways."
"I didn't mean it like that." Deena tried, she reached her hand out to grasp Sam's hand but the blonde pulled away from her touch.
"Like what? Like my dad didn't just die and that I'm being irrational." The blonde accused crossing her arms.
"I didn't say tha-"
"But you thought it."
Deena ran her hand through her hair in frustration, "No Sam, I didn't. I'm concerned for you, it's been a month and you won't even talk to me!"
"I don't need to talk about it! I don't need to do anything about it, especially with you!" The blonde screamed.
Deena rolled her eyes, "You know what, I give up. You'll talk when you're ready but I won't wait around forever." She turned around from the other girl and pulled the blanket over herself.
She heard the blonde intake a shaky breath. They faced back to back. The whole weekend lay ahead of them. The brunette's hand grabbed the blonde's who didn't resist. It was uncomfortable for the both of them but they managed.
"I'm sorry." It was barely audible but Deena caught it.
The brunette tighten her grip, "I know." She responded softly. Only a few minutes had passed by when the blonde released Deena's hand.
The brunette could feel the other girl shift beside her, arms wrapped themselves around her waist. The girl's head took place against the brunette's neck. "I'm sorry." She spoke again.
Deena rolled onto her other side and smiled lightly. "I know. I'm sorry as well. You're right everyone has their own way of coping."
Sam returned the smile and pulled the brunette closer both of them sighing in content. "Deena."
"Yes?" Deena mumbled.
"It's still hot in your room." The blonde responded.
The brunette laughed a smirk on her face, "Because you're in it."
Sam hummed and trailed her hand down the front of the brunette's stomach. Her hand went under her shirt and up, a disappointed look took place on her face, "I thought you would have abs. You need abs."
Deena scoffed playfully, "My stomach is very defined thank you very much. But if you insist I have a way that can possibly get me some."
"And what would that be?" The blonde trailed her fingers up a little higher to the hem of the brunette's bra.
"Work out sesh!" She shoved Sam off her, laughing when the girl hit the floor.
The blonde groaned in pain, "Jerk. Also such a tease."
"It's only a tease if you fall for it." The brunette retorted.
Sam rolled her eyes finally getting up off the ground, "It's only a tease if you fall for it." She mocked.
Deena chuckled, "Exactly, good for you. You're learning well my peasant."
Sam rose an eyebrow in amusement, "Did you just call me a peasant?"
"No not just any peasant, my peasant. I called you 'my' peasant." Deena said emphasizing the my.
The blonde nodded, "Ahh I see. So I'm a peasant but I'm your peasant, I don't remember you buying me. I also don't see your name written anywhere on me."
Deena nodded thoughtfully deciding to play along, "Sorry ma'am, I must have forgot. Would you like your payment in a massage or kisses?"
Sam put her hand on her chin pretending to think real hard, "Neither."
"Oh no, neither! Madam how am I suppose to pay for you?" Deena gasped in fear, a hand on both sides of her face.
"You could..." Sam trailed off.
"I could what?"
"You could-" Sam started again, "You could fuck-"
"Fuck what?" The brunette asked eagerly a single thought taking over her mind.
"You could fuck off." Sam laughed when she saw Deena's face drop.
A scowl took place, "Tease."
Sam laughed gasping for air, using Deena's shoulder to keep herself up. "Remember it's only a tease if you fall for it."
"Bitch." Deena mumbled.
"But remember I'm 'your' bitch." The blonde responded smiling innocently.
Deena inhaled and put on a fake smile, "I take that back. You're annoying and a pest."
"But I'm your pest." Sam shrieked when Deena pushed her lightly, falling to the floor once again.
"God you have got to stop doing that, it hurts." The blonde whined out. "I'll take that payment in a massage please."
Deena scoffed rolling her eyes, "Nope."
"What? Why not?"
Deena shrugged in response and plopped down on the bed. "I'll take a massage as payment though."
"What do I owe you for?" Sam asked.
"You owe me for being such an amazing girlfriend." The brunette teased.
"But you aren't my girlfriend." Sam drawled out.
"Worth a shot."
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Okay I've had enough torturing y'all. Also I did actually lose my cat and don't ask me how cause I have no idea. But it's fine cause I found her.
