The Long Game, Lucas Sinclair

025. corey gray more like corey GAY

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
3x03: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

"Angel" by Madonna played on El's radio as the girls were in her room. Sam and Max decided to treat El to her first ever sleepover. The sun had officially gone down, signifying the night, and now Sam was using El's hairbrush as a microphone. She and Max were dancing around El's room, jamming out to Madonna.

"You must be an angel," Sam and Max sang, Max twirling Sam into her. They swayed together, both singing into the hairbrush. "I can see it in your eyes! Full of wonder and surprise!"

The song continued, but Max stopped jumping up and down when she saw the magazine El was staring down upon. Sam and Max had gathered together magazines from their own houses, along with anything else they felt was necessary for a sleepover, and brought it to El's so she could fully experience a sleepover. The magazine her eyes were currently adoring was one that made Sam stop dancing and singing too.

Max chuckled amusedly at El's reaction. "Oh, you found Ralph Macchio."

"Macchio?" El questioned, intrigued, as Max sat down next to the side of El's bed and threw her arms over the top of it. Sam elected to sit properly on the bed, diagonal from El.

"He's the Karate Kid," Max explained.

Sam nodded vigorously. She wiggled her eyebrows, then enthusiastically added, "And hot."

"Hi-yah!" Max chopped her arm down, mimicking a karate move. El flinched back in surprise before laughing with Max at her action.

But Sam was still staring at the magazine El was holding, visibly dazed and swooning. "He's so hot, right?"

"I bet he's an amazing kisser too," Max agreed. Sam nodded rapidly, but El looked at Max totally scandalized. "Hey, uh," she started, leaving the floor and sitting across from El on the bed so that the three made a triangle, "is Mike a good kisser?"

Sam's face screwed up, because she did not want to talk about her best friend's kissing abilities, thank you very much.

El scoffed. "I don't know. He's my first boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," Max corrected with the tilt of her head.

Sam nudged Max with a disapproving look when the grin fell from El's face. "Way to be gentle about it, Mayfield."

"I'm just saying!" Max defended half-heartedly.

Sam shook her head, sighing critically. She placed a gentle hand on El's knee, wanting to cheer her up. "Hey, don't worry about it, alright? Everything happens for a reason. It's probably better for you to be single—to experience the world on your own—and Mike clearly needs to work things out for himself. This is a good thing, El."

"You really think so?" El said in that timid voice she first used when Sam met her.

"Yeah." Sam nodded softly. "Yeah, I really do."