It was almost midnight. Cat was dead asleep, however Sam sat awake, fidgeting. Sometimes people have something on their mind, and it's all they can think about. For Sam, this was the case. After the events that occurred that day, Sam just absolutely could not stop thinking about Melanie's kiss with her friend. I mean, sisters don't just kiss their sister's friends! It wasn't right, it wasn't fair! Cat was hers, not Melanie's!
Sam buried her face in her pillow, in a punk rock way.
No, she couldn't quite resent her sister for only this. This had to just be Sam's usual protectiveness. After all, an obvious yet subtle trait of hers had always been her way of protecting the ones she cared about.
It would all be okay. It wasn't Melanie's fault.
After all, it wasn't as if the kiss was real. It was only a distraction, a prank to prove Cat wrong.
Sam then got up,
And sat down on the edge of Cat's frilly-girly bed,
And planted a soft kiss on the redhead's cheek,
And whispered, "you're mine, Cat. I can't let Melanie have you."
Then climbed back into her own bed,
And drifted into a peaceful slumber.