"I wanna hear more about Baker Boy," Sam demanded, and by her tone of voice it was clear that no was not an option.
"Do you have to keep calling him that?" Amy was tempted to do more than just shake her head with a sigh, but she held back on the general annoyance she's gotten after telling her friend about Jake (and his job). "You make him sound like the worst super hero to never exist."
"Never say never, Amy. They're coming out with a new superhero movie three or four times a year now. Baker Boy could just be the next installment of the lamest cinematic franchise in a few years."
At that, Amy did actually have to groan.
It wasn't like she had any line of defense to fall back on, other than burying her face in her hand and groaning. Amy was sitting on the floor of her room, meanwhile Sam's head was upside down and hanging off the side of her bed as she pressed Amy for more details. Though, she supposed, it was her fault for inviting her fellow costar/worst best friend ever in to hang out and talk in the first place (when she had been teasing Amy about the new guy she met and dubbing him Baker Boy ever since she found out what he did for a living two days ago). Sam's hair wasn't even that long, but she was hanging so far off the bed that it was swishing against the floor, and her face had gone pink from all the blood rushing down to her head, and Amy struggled to hold back a laugh when she looked back up and saw just how ridiculous Sam looked.
"You look like you're about to pass out," she chuckled. "Seriously, there's no way hanging your head upside down for so long can be good for your health."
"Ugh, fine, I'll be responsible for once if it'll make you happy," Sam huffed in that affectionately whining way before flipping over to lie on her stomach. "Woah, you were right. Major headrush." She paused a moment to steady herself. "... Anyway, now you have to tell me more about Baker Boy."
"The first thing I told you about him was that his name is Jake. Yet you still keep insisting on calling him Baker Boy," Amy reminded her with a pointed look.
"Yeah, cause my name's better. But do go on."
"What am I even supposed to say? I've already told you a lot about him."
Sam gave her one of those 'oh really' looks, the highly doubtful raised eyebrow one specifically. Maybe unimpressed was the right word. Sam gave her a completely unimpressed oh really look, like she was waiting for Amy to get why she deserved that look in the first place.
Which she didn't.
"What?"
"You have told me nothing about him," she said, which was a total exaggeration because by the conversation it was clear that Amy had told her at least two things about him. "And don't get all technical about how you've given me baseball stats. I want you to actually tell me about him."
"Baseball stats?"
"Name, occupation, etc." Sam clarified. "Come on, I wanna hear more about your budding romance. You guys had just about the cutest meet cute of all time. You only told me about the first week you met, really. And I have not gotten any updates since the beginning, man. How many nightly phone calls have taken place since then? I wanna know how things are going now. So spill."
"You knew about those?" Amy blushed a bit.
Sam nodded vigorously, and Amy sighed in defeat.
"It's not a... It's not a budding romance. I don't even know what it is. It's not a budding romance, but... it is something. I think. Maybe. It's kinda hard to tell when we've already acknowledged that there is something there for the both of us, and now there's just... whatever this is is happening. It's much harder than I expected it to be. Because he's just so nice and sweet and cute, and it's so much harder to resist kissing him when we've both already... um, confessed to- uh, feeling stuff. About each other. It's so hard not kissing him, Sam. Especially with his stupid cute smile that is so stupid and so cute. But, I mean, I don't know..." She trailed off, chewing on the inside of her cheek with her serious thinking face on. "It... It seems like something might be- not quite progressing, but, like, growing or something. Maybe. I'm not sure what, but it feels like something's... building."
Amy looked up to see Sam grinning, and as annoying as she could be, Amy could always count on her to be annoying and supportive and make her smile too. Here was no different.
"Wait, wait, wait. Imma go make some popcorn, and then you can tell me literally everything," Sam said before getting up and doing just that.
Amy groaned and knocked her head against the side of the bed, but she still waited patiently for Sam to come back because popcorn did sound good right now. Even if she was going to have to answer every question her nosy but well meaning friend had for her.
Because, come on, popcorn.
AN: Because what is a get together AU fic that doesn't involve a talk to the best friend conversation?
With regards to updating this fic and all my other multichapters- All in the course of a single month I have 1. had college finals, 2. broke my leg, 3. moved over 300 miles away, and 4. had to get everything together to transfer to my new university for this spring semester. It's been quite the past couple weeks for me. Blah.
Would it help if I said that reviews make my fibula heal faster? Because I will shamelessly milk this broken leg for all its worth if so. Milk it all the way home.
(joking aside, thanks for bearing with me, and hope everyone has a lovely day)