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A/N: I stayed up all freaking night to write this because I couldn't sleep, so I figured, eh why the fuck not? You guys seem to enjoy it, so...
Chapter 38
Melanie's POV
What was up with Sam? As soon as she walked in the door, she had acted like Carly and I were doing whatever being her back. As if Carly would cheat on her. Make that cheating on her with me. I sighed. If only my twin would realize that just because we look alike does not mean we're the same on the inside. Just because she was in love with Carly, or liked girls or whatever, did not mean that I was or did. I was as straight as Sam loves ham, and just happened to be in love with Freddie Benson. Unless she forgot about that.
I hoped not.
While Sam and Carly were in the kitchen, flirting or whatever it was they were doing, I sat in silence, drowning out their conversation and actions with Girly Cow. Did they really have no consideration for guests? I mentally laughed. Yeah, right, like Sam would have any consideration for anyone, aside from Carly. So naturally, if Carly was involved, it was to heck with everyone else.
And right now she definitely didn't care.
How many times did they do this, on a normal basis? It seemed like every time they were alone…no, let me correct that. It seemed like every time they walked into another room to be alone, they ignored the fact that they could be heard and made everything so uncomfortable for everyone else. Were they addicted to one another? Because if they touched, they lost control, and if they didn't, they'd fidget.
I didn't understand them.
Despite the fact that I was embarrassed from having just heard every little thing going on, I laughed when Sam and Carly returned to the couch, sitting so close together that I thought they would merge into one person. "What's your problem?" Sam asked.
Awkward, my brain shouted.
"Nothing," I replied. Honestly, I didn't have a problem with Sam and Carly being together. In fact, I couldn't be happier that my sister had actually found true love, regardless of gender. The same went for Carly. It was just the fact that they didn't seem to have any restraint when it came to the physical part of it.
Sam was staring at me.
Dang it, I forgot about the twin telepathy thing. Let's just say, last time Sam chose to "try it out" I had to do some serious mental work to get a very exposed Carly out of my head. I didn't want to relive that experience, and I think that's what made things even more awkward between Carly and me. And Sam constantly touching her did not help in any way.
Sam was grinning.
Oh god, now she knew I was remembering the last time, and she was getting a kick out of seeing me fight with my brain to get rid of that image again, which wasn't working because she just added another one to my filing cabinet.
How were we related?
Carly's POV
One of these days I was going to get Sam back for all the times she just randomly decides to drive me insane. And with Melanie ten feet away, no less. Did she have no shame, no boundaries? Good grief, it was like she was addicted to me. Not that I could really complain. I was at the receiving end of these because Sam would always just randomly do it at the strangest times. As if she didn't have a care in the world. And she rarely let me do the same to her because I was the innocent one and it was all my fault she was in love with me. My fault in the good way, I guess.
Sam and Melanie were having a staring contest, it seemed. Sam grinned that Puckett grin, and I couldn't help but think she was up to something. Was this that twin telepathy thing I had heard them mention a few times over the years? Could they really talk to each other like that? And the way Melanie was beginning to look uncomfortable, it was like Sam was telling her something she didn't want to know…oh my god.
"Sam!"
I slapped her shoulder, and she looked at me, laughing. "What was that for, Cupcake?" she asked, shaking from laughter.
"You're using thoughts of me to mess with Melanie, aren't you?" She lost control and howled with laughter. I knew it. And she knew she was caught. Melanie was shaking her head, hoping it would get rid of the images in her head, I assumed. God, sometimes my girlfriend could be such a pain in the ass.
But I loved her.
Melanie smacked her forehead a few times and looked at Sam. "Thank you, Sam, I think it's gone now." Sam smirked and Melanie groaned. "Or not." I rolled my eyes and sighed, looking at Sam.
Why did I love her again?
She grinned down at me and kissed me, stroking my hair. Sam definitely had a way of making me feel like jelly every time she did that, and it was easy to say that it wasn't my fault that I forgot when people were around. Until Melanie sighed. Sam laughed, still torturing her twin, and I slapped her shoulder again.
"Stop doing that or I'll stop giving you things to think about," I whispered to her.
She went stiff, tightening her arms around my waist, as if my empty threat would actually become real. "Sorry, Melanie, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Yeah, how many people do you know that could make Sam apologize? Me, that's who.
There was a knock on the door, and Melanie stood up to answer it. Shelby stood in the hallway, arms crossed and grinning. I raised my brow at her when she walked in, and she dropped into the armchair. "What are you all smiles about?" I asked.
"Remember what happened after the exhibition match between us?" she replied with a question. I nodded. "The little nub is still jumpy," she laughed. I had to admit, she sounded a lot like Sam right now. "I ran into him at the store, and he practically ran away screaming when he realized it was me." I half-expected Sam to jump up and start cheering, but she was just sort of lifeless against me. I glanced at her. "Is something wrong, Puckett?" the fighter questioned.
Sam shook her head. "Nah, I'm just remembering when he was begging for us to stop," she answered, smirking. There was something she was hiding. I decided I'd ask later, when it was just the two of us. Speaking of…when was it just the two of us anymore? "He ran away screaming?"
Shelby nodded slowly. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
My girlfriend nodded, her chin digging into the top of my head. I looked at her. "Sam…"
"Everything's fine, Carly."
I let go of her and stood up, her eyes following me as I walked to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of him. Which she devoured without breathing. That seemed to cheer her up. When Sam's upset, she's usually hungry.
I glanced over at Shelby, who was smiling, and I wondered if this bothered her, my closeness with Sam. The fact that Sam chose me over her. I don't think Sam planned it that way, that's just what happened. I certainly didn't plan to end up like this, in Sam's lap, calling her my girlfriend, when just a few months ago she was only my best friend. Ever since she kissed Freddie, I've known what these feelings were. It just took me forever to figure it out.
I wonder if she knew her feelings before she kissed Freddie.
And when I think about that, I wonder back to when she and Shelby had been together, all those times that we had been hanging out and they were really doing things when I wasn't around. It was as if now that Shelby had returned, that she needed to prove herself to me. But all that had happened between Sam and Shelby had been sex, hadn't it? And that seemed to be all that was on Sam's mind lately.
I would have to talk to her about it later.
A/N: Nevel remembers. Do you remember that part in iFight Shelby Marx? When he screamed? Yeah, put it up another octave and make it a little flat and that's what it sounded like when he ran from Shelby. Yes, I said flat. Because sharp is so fucking annoying. I should know. That's all my band director ever said about the morons in my section.
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