That's Your Girl

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"Hurry up with the food you snail!" Sam yelled from upstairs.

I chuckled to myself and gathered as much soda, chips, and popcorn my small arms could carry and made my way up the stairs of my house. I got to my room to see Sam lying on my bed, scrolling through movies on Netflix. I tossed the snacks onto the foot of the bed and lay beside her.

"Anything good?" I asked.

"Hmm, Frozen or Mean Girls?"

"We watch Mean Girls way too much. Is Frozen really the only other thing you wanna watch?" I swear she has made me watch Mean Girls 1200 times already.

"I've only seen Frozen once. Besides, I think a certain someone enjoys that movie." She wiggled her finger at me.

"I do not!"

"Keep telling yourself that." Against any other protest I had, she selected Frozen and dimmed the lights in my room.

After Matt told me he was going on a date with Annie, I immediately told Sam that our Saturday sleepover was officially on. I'm so annoyed because of him. I believed we had a 'best friend pact' that we could never break, especially on Saturdays. The only exception was family vacations. Matt must have denied the date first, but Annie probably gave him her signature pouty face, widening her eyes, and pretending to look away while fake crying. He gives in so easily!

After finishing Frozen, Sam and I had gone through a regular size bag of Cheetos and Doritos, a liter of Sprite, and half a bag of Smart Pop! Healthy Popcorn. Don't forget the sausage pizza.  I'm so surprise we're not what's considered obese. I wouldn't say we were skinny, maybe Sam is, but I'm not.

"What movie are we gonna watch now?" I asked while fumbling with the tv remote.

"We are not watching another movie," she sassily replied. She slapped the remote out of my hand, leaving me with a Oh my god you did not just do that look smeared across my face. "We are gonna talk about boys. Specifically, yours."

"He's not my boy," I said. "I do not own him."

"Right," she nods, "he owns you."

"Nope." I shook my head back and forth.

"Sorry, I meant you own his children."

"Sam!" I slapped her arm, making her shriek. We fell backwards, laughing uncontrollably.

"Seriously though, you need to talk to me about the Matty thing."

"Fine, we're best friends. I may kinda sorta not really but really like him."

"I know that!" Sam threw her hands in the air.

"And I might've told him I liked girls..."

"What?!?!" She jumped up from the bed. "Why?"

"He figured out that I liked him and I didn't know what to do. I just blurted it out!"

"Wait, do you really-"

"No."

"Good." Sam's shoulders loosened and she went back to laying on my bed, eating popcorn. "Doesn't that feel better? Now that we got that out of the way, explain to me how hot he is."