This story deals a lot with Sammy creating and finding her own independency, as well as dealing with arising feelings for Jasmine.

Set sometime after Sammy and Amy's elimination, and it's pretty much AU from there. In this story, the girls are nineteen. The story will have some heavy swearing along with sexual references including some lesbian sexual activities, and club related stuffs. Not your cup of tea? Then don't read and don't comment. Simple as that.

Also, you may find some differences in terms of living arrangements for Sammy, Amy, and Jasmine. Because I have no idea where they actually lived in the show XD

This will be starting off when Sammy and Amy get home.

Now without further adieu, the story:

The taxi cab home was more silent then she would have liked, that night.

On any normal day, Amy would have already gotten halfway through lecturing and arguing with her about whatever she did to disappoint her so. But Amy hadn't said a word during the ride home.

Actually, that might have been a lie. Amy did say certain things, but only to the taxi driver to ask if they were home yet. But not to Sammy.

However, Sammy knew she was not that lucky. That's why she was so fidgety. She knew her twin had come nowhere near close to finished unleashing her venom upon her. The moment they got home, Sammy knew she'd be in for it.

Amy was not that kind to keep up the silent treatment.

So Sammy waited. Every minute on the freeway was eternity to her the longer this trip was dragged out.

The cab made a pit stop on the way home, courtesy of Amy, at a nearby Seven-Eleven. Sammy didn't object, but she had a bad feeling about this. She reached for her luggage near her foot, and put it on her lap. After she unzipped it, she pulled out her money and quickly stuffed it in a hidden skirt pocket. Whenever they made stops like this, before going on Pahkitew Island, Amy would always snag whatever penny she could get out of Sammy, which usually resulted in Sammy getting nothing. Amy made sure of that.

But Sammy was not in the mood to share anything with her sister. She already spent her good years of childhood being Amy's doormat. She was treated like Amy's handmaiden, and she let her do it. But she was done. She had thought at one point that maybe Amy could change, could be less….dependent on her sister to do her bidding.

No, Sammy was tired of waiting for Amy to change. There was not a bit of hope left in her heart for Amy. She was freaking done.

Sammy slammed the car door behind her, and followed behind Amy, who had already walked in. When the twins walked in, the door sensory device alerted the cashier, who merely glanced at them. He was in is early twenties or less, and had shaggy light brown hair. He had a little stubble going on his chin. He was sitting on a stool and was holding a magazine, which his eyes immediately returned to after getting his fill of the twins.

Or his fill of Amy, Sammy thought disgustedly, of freaking course. Please, don't stop on my account! By all means, eye-fuck her!

She rolled her eyes as made her way to the snack aisle while Amy walked towards the Big Gulp fountain drinks.

Because she's the desirable one, right? And I'm just invisible to everyone except my sister.

As Sammy was contemplating her chip, candy, and snack bar choices, she mentally smacked herself.

Dammit, Sammy! Now you're spitting in Jasmine's face after everything she's done for you!

Sammy smiled at the thought of Jasmine. The surprising not-so-average-feet tall, fair chocolate skinned, dark eyed, pretty badasss, Australian minx. Jasmine had been her best- or rather, her only friend. She never really had the luxury of friends while Amy was around.

Well, she decided, whatever hell Amy gives me, I'm glad it was me and not Jasmine that got kicked off the show.

After some heavy debating, Sammy picked out a couple of Twinkies, a cookie, and a box of saltine crackers she could keep in her room. Satisfied with her goodies, she made her way to the fountain drinks while Amy checked out the refrigerated drinks.

She decided to just get a regular Coke, but hesitated. When Amy got angry, she got violent, and it was obvious she wasn't going to explode at her here in public. Typical Amy, the little bitch. Amy was most likely going to wait until they got home, and if Sammy didn't finish her drink by then, the rest of it will end up on and in her shirt and hair.

She dug her fingernails into her outstretched palm reaching for the button while her other hand was going through the cup sizes. Oh, screw it, she thought before finally grabbed one of the cups and pressed the Coke labeled button. She figured if she had one of the smaller cups, she could finish it in the cab.

She headed for the cashier, but Amy already beat her to it. She looked at Amy's items on the counter, which consisted of a blueberry soft pretzel, a bag of potato chips, and a cup of coffee. Sammy eyed the coffee cup with wariness.

Well, so much for that. Won't need to use my drink against me if she's going to use her own.

"Your total is eight sixty-two," the cashier notified Amy.

Sammy clutched her money wad through her skirt in case Amy tried to take it from her, but to her surprise, Amy was holding on to a clutch and snapped it open. Sammy almost couldn't believe her eyes. Amy was paying with her own money?!

Am I hallucinating? Did she steal that purse?

Sammy got a closer look at the purse, and sighed in relief when she realized the purse didn't already belong to her.

Amy pulled out a couple of dollar bills and handed them to the cashier, to which he then put them in the machine. The total on the mini-screen gave a different number this time.

"Okay, one sixteen," the cashier informed Amy.

Amy went back to fishing in the clutch again, and pulled out a couple of coins, a nickel and ten pennies. The hand that held the clutch went to her side.

"Dammit," Sammy heard her mutter. Amy looked at the cashier, "That's all I got."

Sammy was at a loss for words. She had never seen Amy in this situation before. Amy never once used her own money, and definitely did not coming up cheap-handed. Sammy almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

The cashier man looked her for a second and lightly tapped his index finger on the counter. "Hang on," he said to Amy. He took his right hand and reached for his back pocket. He pulled out a couple of dollars.

You've got to be kidding me.

"No," Amy said, shaking her head, "No, please don't, I can just-"

"Don't worry about it," the cashier reassured her with a wink, "Won't even miss 'em." He held two dollars out and put them in the machine.

"No," Amy persisted, "I can't take your money."

That's a first, Sammy scoffed.

"It's too late," the cashier innocently stated, "I already put it in…! But if you really wanna make it up to me…" The receipt printed out and he wrote something on it and gave it to her along with the change, "You can buy me dinner," he smirked.

Amy giggled.

Dear God, you have got to be kidding me…!

"If that's your way of asking me out," Amy taunted him coyly, "I gotta tell you, a little unoriginal on your part."

The cashier raised his eyebrow, "Is that so? Well in that case, you've already got my number on the receipt there. Why don't you call me sometime, and maybe I'll have something more creative in mind."

Oh, gag me.

Amy smirked at him, "I'll think about it." She grabbed her receipt and change and stuffed in her clutch. She put it pack in her own skirt pocket and grabbed her chips and pretzel in one hand and her coffee in the other. "I'm Amy, by the way."

"Charmed," he said, "I'm James."

And I'm physically ill!

"Be seeing you 'round, then, James," Amy seductively waved at him while strutting out the door without even acknowledging Sammy's presence. Sammy figured she better pay for her own crap before Amy decides to tell the cab driver to leave without her.

"Hey," James, the poor horny cashier boy greeted Sammy, "Was she your sister or something?" He pointed to the door Amy walked out of.

"Yeeaahh," Sammy replied with a heavy amount of dreariness. "We're twins." Not that I'm proud of it, pervert.

"Oh," was all James said about the matter, Sammy thanked God. He scanned her items and after she paid for them, she was out the door. The taxi cab was still out and Amy was sitting in the passenger seat again. It wasn't enough to separate them for long, but it was a good distance nonetheless.

Sammy opened the door and got in the back seat with their luggage before the cab took off in silence once again.

When Sammy started to recognize the streets of her neighborhood again, she was feeling pessimistic. She knew Amy was going to call her out for her supposed treachery towards her and every perfidy since. Amy had their parents coiled around her manicured finger; they would never listen to Sammy, they never did. When Amy had changed the name on Sammy's birth certificate, her own freaking parents…brushed it off like it was nothing…!

But remembering Jasmine's advice had empowered her as well. She had to stop enabling Amy, she had to stand up for herself. As long as she held it close to her heart, she'd be fine. Oh, she would have given anything to have Jasmine here by her side right now…

Amy and Sammy took their luggage out of the cab. The cab driver had been pre-paid, thanks to the Total Drama Company, and left as soon as all the luggage cases were gone. Amy had taken out spare key and unlocked the white wooden front door. The twins had each taken their bags to their separate rooms. Sammy quickly took a shower and threw some pajamas on.

She had finished her soda in the cab like she planned, but didn't take one bit out of her other assorted snacks. She grabbed her plastic bag with the Seven Eleven logo on it and took out her box of crackers. She placed them on her dresser, and grabbing the bag with her cookies and Twinkies, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to eat them. Sammy didn't mind eating in her bedroom so much, but preferred not to get crumbs on her bed.

The moment she got downstairs, she saw Amy already sitting at the end of kitchen table. The overhead light was on, but everything else was turned off. Amy's hands were folded around her coffee cup and her teal eyes were fixated on it.

Dammit, she thought, So close.

With a soft sigh, Sammy placed her items on the other end of the table and took her seat there. She was reaching in the bag for her cookies when she heard a disgruntled sigh from Amy.

"What?" Sammy raised her voice with a hint of anger. If Amy got to be angry, so did she.

"Well done, Sparemy. Well fucking done."

Amy spoke sardonically and raised her voice on a mocking tone. Sammy scoffed.

"Did you honestly think I'd take the blame for that?" Sammy asked menacingly.

"Well I didn't think you'd practically poison me and sit idly by as they blew my ass out of that goddamn cannon!" Amy spoke in an equally menacing high whisper, probably so they wouldn't wake up their sleeping parents.

"Oh, you'll freaking live, Sammy retorted, "And don't forget that you were celebrating the fact they were about to blow my ass out of said cannon."

"Reasonably so," Amy narrowed her eyes at her younger sister, "As you've proved. Are you proud of yourself? You screwed your own sister, Samey."

"Once!" Sammy yelled in her whispers, "I screwed you over, once, dear sister. Meanwhile, how many times have you screwed me over? More than three times….so let's say….every day for nineteen years? You tried to kill me the moment we got off that blimp, Amy!"

"Don't you dare change the topic," Amy intimidated, "If I had just sat by like an idiot, you still would have dropped the damn balloon, and you still would have been voted off."

Sammy slammed her fist on the table furiously. Damn, did her sister have absolutely no faith in her? "No, I wouldn't! I had Jasmine with me! You just had to have your glory, again, like always. You're the one that popped the balloon, Amy. Not me. Just couldn't leave it alone could you? God, Amy, why does it always have to be a competition with you?!"

"Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch all you want. Pardon me if I'm trying to prevent you from making an embarrassment of this family."

Sammy scoffed, "Riiigggghhhttt. Because that's what you've got everyone convinced, right? You're the dotting daughter, and I'm your failure of a stand in. You've told yourself and everyone else that for so long, I think you've even started to believe it.

"But dammit, I have no friends because of you! Not even one! Remember cheer squad, sister? I was excited to join, but the moment you found out, you joined almost immediately after. If that wasn't enough, you almost made sure I was at the bottom of that pyramid, the low life, the weak link. I've heard you talk shit about me behind my back to the rest of the squad, Amy. They were talking about kicking me out!"

"Well, good fucking riddance then!" Amy retorted, "I don't want a liability on my team, anyway!"

Sammy made some kind of internal sound of shock and rage, and glared down at the table. What the hell did she ever do to deserve that? Being born? Her own family didn't give two shits about her. How the hell is that fair?!

"Is that all I am to you?" Sammy whispered out, "A liability?"

"Tch. You're surprised?" Amy said just as calmly.

Sammy sighed heavily. She absolutely hated her sister in that moment; she took back everything nice she ever said about Amy. Her sister was hopeless. She deserved everything Sammy did to her in the games, served her right.

Still, Sammy managed to make a somewhat smirk and said, "Thanks, sis. You're one of a kind."

Sammy angrily grabbed her Seven Eleven bag and stomped back upstairs to her room, slammed the door behind her. She plopped back down on her bed and tossed the back on the other side of the room.

Fuck her. Fuck. Her. Snippy little bitch deserved it. I work my ass off trying to play nice, and this is how they repay me? She's getting rewarded for verbally and physically abused me! She tried to kill me for god's sake and no one cares! No one fucking gives a damn.

Not two minutes later, she heard another door slam and some stomping from downstairs. At first she thought it was Amy heading to her bedroom, but she would have heard the door next to her slam as well, for Amy's room was smack next to her. It was her parents. She heard their muffled voices downstairs, probably demanding to know what's going on.

She heard Amy's muffled voice, and assumed the word "Samey" came up in the conversation. Naturally. Why on Earth would their darling Amy take responsibility for her actions?

What. Ever.

Amy can bullshit them if she wants, whatever helps her sleep at night, she thought. But Sammy knew she was nineteen now, she had the option to leave if she wanted.

So why didn't she?

She was absolutely miserable here as it is and no one's going to miss her anyway.

Yes, she thought, I don't have to stick around and be the shit under their boot.

So that settles it then.

First chance I get, I'm so fucking out of here.

Sammy woke up at about 9:15 am with only one objective in mind: packing her bags and getting the hell out.

She sat up on her bed and looked at her unpacked luggage. She supposed it had been a good thing she was too lazy to unpack, if she was leaving anyway.

Her Seven Eleven bag was still across the room where she had thrown it. She was about to get up and stuff it in of her luggage cases but decided against it. If Amy had badmouthed her to their parents again, she could probably count on the fact she probably would not be getting breakfast from them.

Sammy thanked herself for the nice turn of events and grabbed the plastic bag. She ate one of her Twinkies and both cookies. She decided to save the other Twinkie for later, and went off to her drawer to pick out what she was going to wear.

But then she decided against that as well. Fuck it; I'll just go out in my jammies. Others do it, so why can't I?

So Sammy just left her pajamas on, a blue tank top and a pair of hot pink sweat shorts, and decided she'd be fine if she just ran a brush through her blonde hair and brushed her teeth. She put her brush and hygiene items in her bags, and shoved whatever clothes she had left here.

She grabbed and extra packing bag out of her closet and put her possessions in, she was not leaving them in Amy's hands. Other things like her bed, lamp, and dressers would have to stay. Her parents could throw them out if they wanted, she didn't care. She could get whatever she needed after she headed…wherever.

She was going to need a place to stay until she got her own apartment somewhere. But I don't have any friends to stay with, dammit! Why didn't I think this through?! I can't just get a place to stay by shoving my tits at whatever horny bastard I come across..!

But then she remembered, Wait! Jasmine said her parents had a hotel room reserved for her when she got to California… Perfect! I can just ask Jasmine if I can stay there while she's still in the game! But would that still be okay with her….? …I wouldn't wanna-…Oh suck it up, Sam, just ask her!

When both the twins had gotten eliminated, Jasmine had quickly grabbed Sammy before she had to get in the cannon. When Jasmine had asked Sammy to pull her sleeve up, she didn't know what the Australian was planning, but obliged anyway. Jasmine had a sharpie in her hands and wrote something on Sammy's skin. Sammy had nearly giggled, since she had been so ticklish but Jasmine had finished quickly.

"There's my number," she had said, "Call me if ya get that chance, mate."

Sammy had been so, so grateful to ever have Jasmine as a friend. Sammy hoped it could remain that way for a long while.

**Edit 11/01/14: Hated the way I ended this chapter, so I deleted it so it wouldn't looked as rushed**

So that's that! Don't worry, this will be a multi-chapter fic, so more to come. I apologize for any wrong info, or OOC-ness here. So this has been the prologue! And I apologize for getting lazy near the end. XD

-Golden