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Chapter 17

*Ally's POV*

"I'll be right back." Stevie gave me a quick kiss before getting up. "Hurry back." I responded flirtatiously and gave her a lustful look. I watched her leave into the bathroom as she turned around one last time and flashed me a smile, which made my heart melt. This is what the both of us needed, a nice romantic afternoon to forget all the shit that's been happening. Stevie and I seemed to have a lot of days like these, but they always have reassured me on our relationship.

It was dim in the apartment, I had intentionally left the blinds down even though it was a pretty nice and sunny day outside to set the mood. I lit the scented candles that I had arranged in an organized pattern around the fort, straightened up some pillows, and waited for Stevie. I was hoping she wouldn't be up for talking about last night, all I really wanted to do today was forget everything that's happened and just hang out. It wasn't long until I heard Stevie coming back out of the bathroom.

"You really seem to want to impress me all the time." Stevie smiled as she sat back down in front of me. I admit, I was pretty impressed and proud of myself for this one as well. I took her hand and pressed my lips gently against the back of it, "Yeah, well, I really love you I guess." A grin formed on her face which caused me to smile back, but her expression soon turned serious.

"Ally, can we talk about Sam?" Stevie suddenly brought up. I sighed, trying to be obvious that I didn't want to talk about it. She seemed to get the gist and tried to comfort me by rubbing her hand up my arm. Stevie pouted, "Please?". She wanted to get the talk over with, I could see it in her eyes, and I didn't blame her. "Of course." I sighed, unable to say no to her even though I really just wanted to have a good day with her.

Stevie seemed to take notice, "We can relax after, it'd just really bother me if we didn't talk about it, you know this." I nodded slightly, agreeing to what she just said. Even though we've been together for barely a week and of the problems in front of us already, I could honestly say that this is the healthiest relationship I've been in. Delusional, yes, but I trust Stevie and myself that after this shitstorm of problems, we'll come out a lot stronger than when we started, which is one hell of a good thing considering we just started our relationship and we're already doing so well.

I poured some more wine into our glasses before taking her hand, "What do you want to talk about?". She smiled, most likely thanking me for letting the talk to happen, but she should know that I'd talk about anything she wants to talk about, even if it involves Sam. "It's not my place to say, but something happened to her and I promised that I'd be there for her." Stevie told me, looking my way but not exactly looking at me. I swallowed, it hurts to hear the word "promise" when it comes to Sam. All I could do was nod. 

"Are you okay?" Stevie asked. I looked up at her, "Yeah." I almost stuttered. "Can I ask you something?" Stevie questioned while biting her lip. I snapped out of it and responded, "Yeah, of course." 

"Why are you still so upset about her? Hasn't it been like, years?" Stevie tilted her head. I looked down, I've thought about this a lot in my own time so I already knew the answer. Still, it took me a while to say something. "She just never gave me any closure." I breathed. It surprised me how well I was keeping my composure, normally I'd be hyperventilating right now, but Stevie's presence was too calming, I felt safe. 

We both sipped on our glasses and stayed in silence for a couple seconds. "I'm sorry I was so mean the other day, I feel like a terrible person." I blurted, the last thing I wanted was Stevie to feel bad, but I had to get that out my chest. She cupped my face, "You're fine, Ally. I had to see you angry at some point." I frowned, "I know, it just sucks that you had to see the drunk angry me." There was more shame in that than I had intended. I hate violence but I turn into the definition of that when I'm drunk, and I hate it. Stevie had sympathy in her eyes before I saw them glance down at my lips. Instant relief washed over me as she gently pressed her lips against mine. We kissed for a bit before she pulled away for air, "I don't want you to think that I think you're a bad person, Ally." Stevie said, trying to catch her breath, I smiled at her sincerity but I was already starting to crave her again. I pulled her into me once more and tried to lay her down on her back but she stopped me.

"We're not done talking." Stevie softly pushed me off of her. "Seriously?" I pouted. Stevie glared at me. "Okay, okay, what else do you want to talk about?" I said frighteningly, Stevie laughed and gave me a peck. "Tell me about Sam." I thought about it, "What do you want to know about her?" I questioned. "What was she like to you? She seemed pretty out of it when we were talking." I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what Stevie meant. Her moody and distant personality that Stevie probably noticed wasn't what bothered me, it was the fact that everyone hated her for it and I hated to be reminded that I was the only one who really admired her for every single one of her traits. Even though she left me emotionally traumatized, I still respected her as a person, because I genuinely believe that she is a pretty cool person, she was just an asshole to me.

I explained to her what I thought Sam was like, how I didn't mind her seemingly 'annoying' persona and though it was a bit hard for me to talk about her, I still managed to not break down for the fourth time in front of Stevie. We also managed to talk about Tedd as well, how he's like and how and when I'm going to meet him with her.

"It's still 2pm." Stevie pointed out, the both of us were lying down now, her head was on my chest and one hand was on her waist while the other was petting her head. "I really wanted to just stay home today, but you wanna call Spags and see if she's going to a party tonight?" I asked, knowing that Spags would most likely will be at a party tonight. "Mhm." She mumbled adorably, I could tell she was trying to sleep. I smiled and grabbed my phone, trying not to move too much since Stevie seemed really comfortable. 

I found Spags in my contacts and called her, after a single ring she answered, "I was just about to text ya, wanna go to a 90s party tonight?"

Too much Sam and not enough Stally, ew, I know. Also I didn't edit, at all - so forgive me. As always, thank you for reading and sticking around! ^^

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