Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

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The Witch Hunt: Part 3

Kate excuses herself to the bathroom as they're walking through the slowly emptying field, people flocking off to bars or after parties as the fire is carefully put out.

Sarah also mutters that she needs to use the restroom, smoothly diverting from the group and going after Kate who was already inside the building, roaming the dark empty halls where she's almost sure at least one room contained someone having sex. She made it a point not to peer in through door windows, and to just head to the nearest bathroom.

"Deena." Sam pokes at the brunette's cheek once they reach the car, the girl's blue eyes glossed over and a toothy smile on her lips as Deena keeps a subtle hand lingering on her waist to make sure she doesn't topple over. Josh and Simon were busy on the other side, talking about what Deena can kind of overhear was Simon's very lengthy process of stealing shellfish from his place of employment.

"Hmm?"

"Made you this." Sam reveals her other hand, a bunch of grass bundled together by a single thread that Deena had no idea where Sam got but she looks so proud holding it up to the girl, like a child waiting for validation as Deena carefully takes it out of her hand.

"What's the occasion?" Deena decides to enthuse Sam's little spark of joy, holding the grass as gently as she could in between her fingertips as Sam just lets out a soft laugh.

"Nothing. I just think you look really pretty tonight. Sorry not a lot of people know breakfast." Sam pouts, genuine sympathy shining in her gaze as Deena cautiously guides Sam towards the back of the car, away from the passing people where she knew Sam would be a little more comfortable.

"You mean the Breakfast Club?" Deena raises an amused brow, and Sam nods.

"You look beautiful too, you little Sharpie." Deena chuckles, patting Sam's little silver hat as the blonde takes it off to place it atop Deena's head with a satisfied smile.

"Now you're my Sharpie." Sam grins, a small slur in her bubbly words that only melts Deena's heart.

"All yours, Sam." Deena whispers, taken by surprise when Sam steps closer to rest her body against Deena's, effectively pushing the brunette up against the trunk of Kate's car as she settles her head atop Deena's shoulders. She was just a little bit taller, the difference enough to make herself comfortable as Deena looks around for the both of them, before wrapping an arm around the blonde's waist.

"I think i'm falling in love." Sam mumbles against Deena's shirt, but the slur in her words muffle her tone enough for Deena to only hear a mess of grumbles.

"What?" Deena asks, lightly nudging Sam with an amused smile on her lips but the blonde didn't budge. Deena was warm, and she smelled really nice, and Sam's head was starting to spin but god, her heart was so, so clear.

"I think i'm falling in love." Sam repeats, but nothing changes. Her lips are still pressed against Deena's shirt, and all that reaches the brunette's ears are vibrations she couldn't make out.

"Alright, Tin Man. Alright." Deena gives up on trying to understand, but Sam finally pulls away to hastily cup Deena's cheeks, squishing her face so that her lips protrude out like a fish. Sam thinks Deena's skin feels so soft, she almost laughs again.

"Are you?" She asks softly, like she was trying so hard to get every word out as clear as she could.

"Am I what?"

"Sam my bra is untied, can you help me out?" Simon cuts them off, strutting up to the pair closely trailed by Josh who looked embarrassed to even be near Simon.