Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

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When everyone heads to Turf's, Sam doesn't go with Deena.

She's mingling with a few friends she's made from other classes, and Deena knows she has really no right to demand Sam to only be friends with her but it just didn't feel like things were right between them. Sam would barely look her way, or even really acknowledge her presence and Deena was so torn on believing Sam when she said they were fine when she was suddenly acting like Deena didn't exist after what she pulled yesterday.

And it really feels like shit.

It's the kind of uneasy that sits at the pit of your stomach, like a clawing, growing pain that inches closer with every minute. It was bothering her enough to barely touch the waffles she ordered, Deena merely just pushed it around on the plate as she once again found herself in a spot she didn't think she'd return to. Stealing glances at Sam from across a crowded room.

And Deena really feels miserable, she does. She feels like they've tumbled back three steps when they take one and she has no idea if she should push or pull. She feels like the closer they get, the farther Sam wanders off and Deena really didn't want to lose her. Deena didn't know how to go back to being strangers, to looking at Sam who was on the other end of the room in a booth with new friends and pretend like she didn't know her at all.

It was almost devastating.

"So... it's Sam, huh?" Sarah asks from across Deena, she hadn't really planned on bringing it up.

She thought she'd get through it when Deena asked her for a ride to drop off Josh, then head to Turf's but really, she couldn't take another minute of watching the brunette sit there moping around like a wounded puppy. Deena had only really asked her because she needed to leave, and Kate was still off talking to a bunch of people while Simon wasn't done being an idiot so Deena turned to the only other person who had a car, and a way out.

"What?"

"Sam Fraser. You and her?" Sarah reluctantly expounds, treading so cautiously because even she can see that it was a fragile subject matter for Deena.

"What? No. We're friends. I don't know what you're talking about." Deena defends almost instantly, with such fervor that Sarah has to pretend she believes Deena for the fear of offense.

Even when it was clearly a lie.

"Why would you think that?" Deena pipes up after a while, unable to contain her curiosity as Sarah bites back a smile, leaning back into her seat and plopping an arm over the top of it.

"Well, we've been here for twenty minutes and you've looked at her more than your food— or me. And i'm sitting right here." Sarah replies knowingly, and the moment she finishes Deena deflates, pushing her plate away in frustration.

"We're friends— she says we're friends and I think we're friends but then she almost kisses me, runs away and ignores me. Not to mention flirting with that douchebag from Hawkins." Deena says it all in one very annoyed huff, brows knitted and lips pursed in irritation as Sarah tries to comprehend the mess Deena had just dumped onto the table.

"Did she ever... talk to you about it?" Sarah asks, but Deena merely shakes her head.

"She says it was a dumb thing to do and that we're okay but do we look okay to you? She's totally acting like I don't exist!" Deena grumbles, slumping forward to rest her elbows on the table before burying her face in her hands.

Deena adores Sam, she really does. Sam is kind and funny and she feels warm, Sam listens and she's sweet and when she looks at Deena, Deena feels like all the stars in the sky had made a home in her chest but sometimes she can also be the most confusing person in the world. She'd look at Deena for a little longer than she needed to, hold her in places that were so purposeful Deena is sure she meant it but the next minute she'd find a way to slip how much of a 'great friend' Deena is to her.