gorgeous, sam winchester [ 1 ]

004. roommates

"Are we done yet?" Miranda whines.

"We would be done a lot faster if you stopped whining like a little kid." Sam remarks.

"Shut up." Miranda pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. Sam rolls his eyes.

"Trust me, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do." Sam says.

"Dude, we have, like, a whole week off for Thanksgiving. I need to party before I spend half of that week with my family. Blow off some steam." Miranda says. "Don't you need that too? I mean, you're uptight enough as it is."

"I am not uptight." Sam argues.

"Okay." Miranda scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up. It wouldn't matter anyway. I'm not going home for Thanksgiving." Sam says.

"Why?" Miranda asks.

"We, uh... we're not really Thanksgiving people." Sam shrugs it off. Miranda's eyes narrow at his change in demeanor. "So, uh..." Sam clears his throat. "You puking on me isn't on this blow off steam agenda of yours, is it?"

"It's an idea." Miranda smiles, Sam giving her a bitch face. "Look, I know you don't have a life, but don't take mine away."

"I have a life. I have friends, I have Jess. Unfortunately I have you." Sam rolls his eyes at the last part.

"And if you let me go now, you don't have me anymore. End of project. Yay!" She holds her fists up and shakes them in excitement. "Let me go."

"We're partners. We are finishing this project together. I'm not earning the A just for you to get by dipping in the last five minutes." Sam says.

"Right. Because those last 5 minutes are so special." Miranda mutters. "Dude, why are you even taking psychology? Aren't you gonna be a lawyer?"

"Psychology can help out in that. Besides, I like knowing about people and... and why they are the way they are." Sam says.

"Dork." Miranda coughs out.

"Okay." Sam rolls his eyes. "Why are you taking it, then?"

"Even though it's none of your information, I plan to be a social worker. You need to take psychology for that." Miranda says.

"You? A social worker?" Sam scoffs.

"Yes." She says, Sam snickering. "What's so funny?"

"Social workers need to be... you know, it-- it's better if they're friendly and... you know, empathetic. Things you aren't."

"I am very friendly and empathetic. Remember, I'm best friends with your girlfriend. I just don't like you." Miranda says.

"Just finish the damn project with me and then, please, get far away from me." Sam tells her.

"Fine." She says.

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Miranda is at the coffee shop, picking up drinks for her and Bella.

"Here you go." The worker gives her her drinks. "Miranda, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Miranda smiles.

"No problem." The guy says. "Hey, uh... you're friends with Carmen, right?"

"Yeah." Miranda nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, she's in my history class." The guy says. "I, uh, I'm Brandon."

"Miranda." She shakes his hand.

"Uh, here, I-- I forgot your name on the cup, uh..." Brandon grabs the cup she's holding and grabs a sharpie and writing on it. "There."

"Thanks." Miranda says. "See you."

"Later." Brandon bids.

Miranda grabs her sister's drink and walks off. She looks at her cup, seeing the guy's name and number on it. She smiles a little.

+++

"You got a guy's number? Is he cute?" Bella grins.

"Pretty cute. His name's Brandon." Miranda says.

"So, you gonna call him?" Bella asks.

"I don't know. I mean... maybe." Miranda shrugs.

"What do you mean maybe? Come on, M." Bella encourages.

"I'm not anti-dating. I just... I'm considering. Besides, it's Thanksgiving break and then a couple more weeks of school and then I wouldn't see him until next year." Miranda says.

"Unless he lives near San Diego." Bella says.

"Yeah, whatever." Miranda mumbles.

"Just think about it." Bella tells her.

"I will." Miranda promises.

+++

The last week before winter break, Miranda decided to call Brandon and they went on a date. It went well, the two going on a second one a few days later.

"Sorry, I just gotta swing by my dorm and get my car keys. Can't believe I forgot 'em this morning." Brandon mutters.

"It's cool." Miranda gives him a reassuring smile.

"Uh, my roommate's either here or out with his girlfriend, I think. I know they had a date later but half of their dates also take place in the room, so..." Brandon says.

"Ah." Miranda says. "Fun." She chuckles.

"Yeah." Brandon scoffs.

They get to his dorm and he unlocks the door, Miranda following him. She stops when she spots his roommate.

"You." She glares.

"You." Sam frowns.

"You two know each other?" Brandon asks.

"Your roommate is this piece of shit?" Miranda questions.

"Well, I-- I usually use nicer terms, but, uh... yeah, I guess." Brandon says. "How do you two know each other?"

"She's in my psych class." Sam says.

"Yeah, and he spilled coffee on me." Miranda says.

"Would you let that go?" Sam huffs.

"No. I had to throw that shirt out, jackass." Miranda tells him.

"I'm sure you can live without one article of clothing." Sam rolls his eyes.

"Oh, wait, are you Popcorn Girl?" Brandon asks.

"Yes." Sam answers for her.

"Least I didn't make you throw your shirt out." Miranda says, Sam rolling his eyes again.

"Need I remind you who puked on who again?" Sam questions. "I had to throw my pants out."

"Oh, you poor thing." Miranda mocking pouts. "But I'm sure you can live without one article of clothing, right?"

"Oh, wow." Brandon chuckles. "Dude, she's a lot sweeter than you told me she was."

"You talk about me?" Miranda asks Sam.

"Bitch about you is a better terminology." Sam gives her a shit eating grin. Miranda hums and sarcastically smiles at him.

"Okay." Brandon lowly whistles. "Got my keys. We can go now... before there's any bloodshed." He puts his hand on Miranda's back, leading her out.