She smelled like vanilla.
The first time I had noticed, she was in one of her fits of rage. She was pacing up and down Carly's living room, blocking my view of the television. Her light blue eyes were flashing with anger and her long blonde locks swung uncontrollably around her shoulders.
"Are you even listening to me, you idiot?" She spat. She stopped pacing and took a few menacing steps towards me and for a moment, I thought she was going to hit me.
"No, not really." I admitted, and I braced myself for the for the blow that was sure to come. Sure enough, I felt her hand on my shoulder and without thinking, before she could shove me, I tilted back onto the couch. The unexpected maneuver threw her off her tracks and she swayed in place. "What the chizz, jerk wad" She growled.
That was when I smelled it. It was so faint, I questioned if I had even smelled it in the first place. But it was there. The aromatic sweet smell of vanilla. It reminded me of a candle and I chuckled to myself. Associating Sam Puckett with a sweet smelling candle was too amusing not to laugh.
Sam reached next to me and grabbed the throw pillow. Holding it above her head, she gave me a threatening glare. "What's so funny?"
I immediately straightened my mouth. "Nothing, nothing."
She raised her eyebrows questionably, but resolved and dropped the pillow.
I couldn't help it; I immediately began to laugh again. Maybe I was too tired from staying up all night to study the night before, or maybe Sam had slipped something in my soda earlier- I wouldn't put it past her-but I couldn't stop laughing. Since when would Sam not throw something at me when she had the opportunity?
The last thing I noticed before she attacked me was Sam's eyes narrowing, and then she was on top of me, wrapping her hand around my neck in a headlock. I writhed underneath her, cursing at myself for not being strong enough to unhinge myself from a 110 pound girl. "Get…off…me" I gasped.
.Sam released the headlock but didn't let me go. She clutched my shirt. "You know I'm not going to let you go so tell me what's so funny, idiot."
My eyes flickered to her face. She was staring at me in her way, eyes burning, seeming to burn a hole into my face. Sometimes, I think that they'll really going to this.
I can smell it again. Its her hair, I think. Some kind of shampoo, maybe? Before I notice what I'm doing, I'm shifting forward, inhaling,
"Are you smelling my hair?" She says.. Her grasp on my shirt tightens.
"You smell like vanilla." I state simply. And then I immediately regret it.
She gives me the most ominous look I think I've ever seen..
My heart begins to thump so fast in my chest, I can hear it.
"I just mean…I mean…You smell…nice. But I-"
"Just shut up." She scolds.
And before I know what she's doing, she leans down and places her lips on mine.
She smells like vanilla.