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Story will be in Tegan's point of view unless otherwise specified.

Oh and thank you for the reviews. And the hits! 142 hits, that crazy! Thank you!

Any who… here we go.

Why does life always insist on bringing up the past?

A certain past named Sam.

When Sara first introduced Sam to me back in late November of 2007, I immediately disliked her. This rarely happens since I tend to be nice to everyone, but the vibes and looks that she kept giving me always made me uncomfortable. Discomfort=dislike. But I put up with her because my sister really believed that they could be something "amazing and beautiful". Those were her actual words. Everything they did seemed to be leading into a relationship and we were all certain it was going to happen.

But a year and a half later Sam simply told her that nothing was ever going to happen between them. Giving no other explanation or giving any means to contact her, she took the next flight out of Montreal to who-knows-where. As for Sara, she had flown out to Vancouver absolutely shattered and heartbroken.

Over time she learned to cope, but was never the same person. She became more insecure and constantly wondered if she was going to ever be fully happy. It took her a year to even consider dating other people again.

If I had seen Sam last night, I would have made damn sure that she never reached Sara. For that bitch tore my sister apart and who knows what she can do now…

Speaking of my sister, I haven't been able to talk to her about the subject, since after breakfast we were bombarded with interviews, an in store, and a very important meeting with our record label. We've had breaks in between but not enough time alone to actually touch the matter.

I had finished my last interview 15 minutes ago and now I was lounging around in my hotel room. Sara was next door finishing up her interview with the local paper, so I patiently waited for the writer to leave so I could go speak with her. As soon as I heard them saying their goodbyes, and the writer had entered the elevator, I walked over to Sara's room and knocked.

A few seconds passed, and then she opened the door and let me in.

"How did the interview go?" I asked her, lying on her bed.

She frowned and said, "He told me that he thought you and I would be so hot together and that we should hook up. Then he offered to make a tape of us."

I shot to a sitting position and nearly tipped over the side of the bed.

"W-wha- what?!"

Sara sighed and nodded. I just sat there is disbelief staring at her.

She was going to open her mouth to say something else when a large grin erupted on her face and she started cracking up.

She fell on the bed laughing hysterically as she tried not to look at me while pounding her fist against the bed.

"Sara?" I asked her tentatively, thinking "she's finally gone mad".

A few seconds later she calmed down enough to say," dude, your facial expression was just epic!" She then proceeded to have another fit of laughter.

Realization finally dawned on me and I hit her head with a pillow.

"You bitch, I thought you were telling the truth, and I was going to go down there to kick some candy ass!"

She just grinned at me and said"I can't believe you just quoted The Rock and said candy ass. Sooo in the nineties, Tegan."

I laughed and said, "Whatever loser, at least I don't still collect comic books"

"Hey, just so you know I could make a fortune off of those, so step off bitch!

Shaking my head I stood up grabbed her arm and said, "Come on my nerd of a sister, let's go eat dinner, I'm starved."

Sara smacked the side of my head playfully and led to way out of the door.

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Next chapter is finally going to include "the talk" so watch out for that. Although I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to post anything new,since I'm probably going to be slammed with homework all throughout the week. But in the meantime, review please!