[✔︎] 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 ✫ DESCENDANTS TWO ⁵

t h r e e: you're not special

Uma and them finished singing as Sam  came back from the back of the shop, where she had shared daily gossip with Ursula who liked how she overdramatized the stories, changing them up to make them more interesting. Everyone else avoided the sea witch at all costs.

Uma sat on her throne, laughing with her crew, not caring about anything at the moment, all too focused on the song they'd just sang.

"Shut your clams!" Ursula snapped, her tentacle reaching out and almost knocking Uma down.

"Mom!" Uma whined, stomping her foot on the counter.

"These dishes ain't gonna wash themselves!" Ursula called, her tentacle retreating back into the back room.

"It's fine. It's fine." Uma said, flipping her hair over her shoulders . "'Cause when I get my chance to rain down the evil on Auradon, I will take it! They're gonna forget that girl and remember the name."

"Shrimpy!" Gil said, over enthusiastically, hitting his fist onto the table. Uma gave Harry a pointed look, nodding her head towards Gil.

"Mm-hmm." Harry said, leaning on the counter and looking at Gil who he led outside. Harry turned away, Gil trying to come back in.

"Ah." Gil said, sitting on the steps.

Sam turned the TV back on, not caring for the people who were throwing insults at it, listening to the reporter drone on about Mal liking strawberries, and how she'd met with Aladdin and Jasmine. She heard the chair next to her creak, not paying any mind to it.

"You're killing me Sam." Harry said. "Talk to me."

Sam didn't meet his gaze, fixating her own on the TV, trying her best to ignore his presence.

"You can't ignore me forever, Sam." Harry said. "You can't live without me, Queenie. Plus I'm bored."

"Glad to here that." Sam said. "Why don't you just go to your girlfriend Quinn was it? Or did you break up with her too?"

"Sam." Harry said in a whining tone. "You're so stubborn."

"I don't need you to talk to me because you're bored." Sam said. "I'm not your fucking entertainment."

"I'm not saying you are." Harry said. "When do I ever do that?"

"You come to me when your bored and no one else can deal with you." Sam said. "And you ask me to do you favors. And I don't like being used. Especially by you."

"I don't do that." Harry said.

"Yes you do." Sam said. "And like I told you, I don't need you and you don't need me. Get over yourself Hook."

"I can't do that, Smee." Harry said. "And your not over me. You never will be."

"You're a waste of my time Har." Sam said. "Go find yourself someone who can take your shit." Sam paused. "Oh wait you can't."

"You miss me Sam." Harry said. "You're just too stubborn to admit it."

"Yeah. I miss you." Sam said. "But that doesn't mean I'll get back with you."

"Aww." Harry cooed. "You did miss me. Don't act so innocent Sam."

"What are you going on about?" Sam asked, tapping her nails on the table.

"You act like you did nothing to mess us up." Harry said. "It's been two weeks. How many guys have I seen you with again?"

"That doesn't mean I did anything with them." Sam said. "I'm single and it's gonna take a lot for you to l change that."

"So I could get back with you again?" Harry asked. "Challenge accepted."

"It's not a challenge Harry." Sam said, looking up from inspecting her nails.

"So you forgive me yes?" Harry asked, ignoring her comment.

"I forgive you sure." Sam said. "But I'm not stupid enough to trust you."

"Your perception needs fixing, Sassy." Harry commented. "Its so hurtful. And be less of a bitch, it's help a lot."

"And yours doesn't?" Sam retorted. "I'm a bitch sure. But I can kill you if I want to. I've done it before."

"But you'd never do that to me Sam." Harry said. "You love me too much."

"I don't love you, Harry." Sam said. "I tolerate you. There's a difference. You're not special."

"There isn't a difference." Harry said. "If you didn't love me, you wouldn't tolerate me."

"You are so annoying." Sam muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Harry leave the girl alone." Uma said. "You guys have been arguing for ages. Give up already."

"I'm not giving up." Harry said. "She'll come around. She always does."

"If I were her." Uma said, stacking his tray on top of the others she collected. "I wouldn't come back to you even if my life depended on it."

"That's harsh Uma darling," Harry pouted.

"That's the truth." Uma said. "The truth hurts Harry."

"That's not the truth." Harry muttered, staring off into the distance.

"Is it not?" Uma retorted. "You saw her. You met her. You wanted her. You chased her. You got her. You had her. Then you got bored and left. And that has happened on multiple occasions. I don't know what she sees in you."

"Oh come on Uma." Harry said. "You love me."

"I'm the captain." Uma said. "You're the first mate. Because you lost in a bet to me. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Harry grumbled as Uma smirked in victory.

"Thought so." Uma said, winking at Sam. "If I were her, I would've got revenge on you already. But she doesn't need to. Revenge isn't her plan, you'll fuck up on your own."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Uma, but said nothing, not daring to defy his Captain.

Uma carried the trays into the back, as Harry continued to mumble under his breath something incoherent.

"What are you saying?" Sam asked, glancing away from the TV to Harry,

"Nothing of your concern, love." Harry said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Sam ignored it, relaxing a bit before stiffening and shrugging his arm away from her, Harry pouted.

"See you are stubborn." Harry said. "We were having a moment."

"We were not." Sam said as the doors to the Shoppe swing open. The pounding of heels on the wood was heard almost instantly and it was pretty easy to figure out who it was. Sam turned to face the redhead who had caused the problems for her and Harry in the first place.

"Guess whose back and better!" Quinn called as Chelsea appeared next to her. Uma came out from the back and took in the scene in front of her.

"Oh no." Uma muttered.