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Dylan and Logan jumped down, getting off the high rafters. They did a couple backflips at the same time and landed on their feet. It was so cool. They walked off laughing. Little did they know, like Courtney and Dana, Chase and Zoey's surprise would rock their worlds…

DYLAN: Nice form.

LOGAN: You too. Cool backfilp.

DYLAN: Let's head back now.

LOGAN: Ok. You know what? I like you.

DYLAN: I like you too, Logan. But I'll kick your butt on the waves.

LOGAN (laughing): Sure you will…Just keep thinking that. The Loganator always bounces back, my friend.

Chapter 21: Sisterly Love

Samantha Reese also sat, alone, deep in thought. She hated fighting with Logan so much. Her mom wouldn't have wanted that. But Logan was just so pig-headed. Probably because of his oversized ego. She missed her mom so much. Samantha loved her mother but she was always with her father whenever he shot movies close to home. She was a Daddy's Girl, no denying it. She quietly laughed as she remembered, as she would sit in the director's chair, yelling out childish orders in the megaphone. Everyone thought she was cute like that.

She just wanted her brother back. After Margaret died, she became resentful of her father. Ever since the day he announced he was getting re-married. It was the final straw. Logan became the rebel. He decided to disrespect the lady her father was getting married, and she helped. When put together, Sammie and Logan were an unstoppable team. They pulled a couple stunts on Lisa…what's-her-face, and they did it a passion.

Samantha laughed as she remembered a night in which Malcolm was away and left them alone with their "dear" stepmother-to-be.

FLASHBACK

It was a dark night. Thirteen-year-old Samantha snuck out of bed dressed in camouflage. It was a crop top and pants, accessorized with a camouflage cap worn backwards, and her sandy brown hair went down her back. Hey, if she was going to torture that woman, then she'd damn well look hot doing it. She silently crept to the next door. If Logan was sleeping, she'd smack him for ruining the plan. Logan was ten, but he was sometimes he was mistaken for the spawn of Satan. He was also pretty devious for his age. She opened up to her brother's bedroom. Not before a banana cream pie came flying in her direction. Luckily, Samantha's reflexes were sharp enough to duck. She got up and breathed a sigh of relief. Logan was nowhere to seen. She cursed under her breath.

SAMANTHA: Where the hell are you, Logan?

A voice behind Samantha made her scream a little. She whipped around and behind her, lean casually against a wall was Logan. He had an evil smirk on his face. Samantha, although, she was all for Logan's (A/N: Yes, I said Logan's. He's pretty crafty for a ten-year-old) plan, but was almost afraid to ask. He also wore a camouflage shirt and black pants with chains hanging off the sides.

LOGAN: About time you got here.

SAMANTHA: I want at least look good, ok? Besides, I had to accessorize.

LOGAN: You women and your accessories.

SAMANTHA: Shut up. Can we just do this, please? Before she wakes up and we get busted.

LOGAN: Fine, whatever. Let's do this. We're doing this for Mom, right?

SAMANTHA: Yeah. Got the paint?

Logan held up a can of red paint. It was fairly large. Samantha and Logan both smirked, evilly. No way was their mother going to be replaced. Not on their watch. It was pure genius.

LOGAN (smirking): Got the whipped cream?

Samantha smirked as she pulled out two cans of whipped cream from behind her. She gave one to Logan.

LOGAN (smirking): Nice. Okay, let's roll.

SAMANTHA (raising an eyebrow): Let's roll? Who says that anymore?

LOGAN: It sounds cool to me, ok?

SAMANTHA: Whatever, let's go.

Samantha and Logan walked, okay, more like crept down the mansion's halls. Occasionally the floor creaked under their weight, but thankfully their unfortunately, stepmother-to-be, was a heavy sleeper. Finally they were at their destination. Samantha gripped the knob, and turned it carefully with Logan behind her. She stepped into the dark room, and a female lay sleeping. Once Samantha got in, she looked around to make sure their father's fiancée remained sound asleep. Damn, she was really a heavy sleeper. There could be World War 3 going on, and she'd be asleep. Samantha gave Logan the signal to come in. Logan appeared, carrying the red paint and whipped cream. Logan unscrewed the paint quietly as Samantha got the whipped cream ready. Soon Logan was carrying a bucket of red paint, and Samantha and Logan loomed over their unsuspecting victim.

SAMANTHA (thought): Night, night. Dear Stepmommy.

LOGAN (thought): Sweet dreams…not!

Logan dumped the red paint over the woman's body. Red adorned her, and still she slept. It was ridiculous, but they weren't complaining. Soon the whipped cream was put out. Logan took one can and threw the other to Samantha. They sprayed and sprayed and sprayed until their cans were empty. Just for good measure, Logan sprayed a pile of whipped on her hot pink eye mask. Samantha wondered what he was doing, until she saw Logan pull out a bright red cherry, and stuck it on the top. The dynamic duo surveyed their "masterpiece", but hurriedly gathered the evidence. They heard stirring as they were leaving, but she didn't wake up. They left the door and closed the door with an inaudible click.

LOGAN (thought): That was close…

SAMANTHA (thought): Too close…

They ditched the evidence by locking it in a nearby closet. They, then ran to their rooms like their dad's fiancée was chasing them. Samantha made to their room, across from each other and did their secret handshake. They smirked at each other.

LOGAN: Awesome job with the whipped cream.

SAMANTHA: You too. Night, bro.

LOGAN: 'Night Sammie.

Sammie and Logan retreated to their bedrooms, changed and climbed into their beds. Logan was smirking in his bed, and so was Samantha. It was a job well done. Both brother and sister drifted off to sleep.

In the morning…a shrill scream ran throughout the Reese Manor.

Although Samantha and Logan were in different rooms and they woke up smirking and thought the exact same thing:

LOGAN/SAMANTHA (thought): Bull's-eye.

END FLASHBACK

Samantha snapped out of her flashback. Why did her Mom have to go? It wasn't like Margaret had a choice. The day Andy Davis waltzed in and stabbed her mom to death, he signed his death warrant. Thoughts of vengeance ran through Samantha, like blood ran through veins. Everything was so messed up. There was a time she loved her father and now, he was—married. Married to some blonde bimbo who looked like the only thing she ate was a cigarette every day. It sickened Samantha to know that from now, that "creature" was her stepmother. She grew angrier, just think of the word. Yeah, right. Supermodel. Samantha scoffed at the idea.

Logan was the only family she had now. Death messed him up pretty badly as well. She loved Dana because she made Logan happy. Happier than Samantha had seen him in a while. That fight just set her off because she didn't want Logan to blow it for him and Dana. They had something real going, not the sham of a marriage her father was involved in, but it was a publicity marriage. He said he couldn't take anymore bad publicity. Idiot. God, what she wouldn't do for a cigarette right now and wine cooler. A voice behind her made her anger ebb away for now.

It was Bryan Cruz.

BRYAN: Mind if I mope with you?

SAMANTHA: No. Knock yourself out.

Bryan sat beside her and silence lingered in the air, for a bit.

BRYAN: Life always finds a way to fuck you over, huh?

SAMANTHA: Yeah. It's just that I hate everything. This sucks. I'm sorry about Logan. If only his brain works faster than his mouth…

BRYAN: Give me $500 bucks and I don't tear his arm off.

Samantha rolled her eyes playfully. She knew this was his way of trying to lighten the mood. It was kinda working.

SAMANTHA: No.

BRYAN: Ok, $600, and I don't break his kneepcaps…

SAMANTHA (sarcastically): You're funny.

BRYAN: Can't blame a guy for trying.

SAMANTHA: Yeah, I guess not.

More silence. Maybe she needed to vent a little. Get some things off her chest.

BRYAN: Need to vent, huh?

SAMANTHA: Yeah. How did you know?

BRYAN: Maybe because I can see your fire aura and it's getting kinda hot here.

SAMANTHA: Oh. Sorry.

BRYAN: It's cool. Doesn't bug me.

SAMANTHA: Ok.

More silence lingered in the air. Truth be told, Bryan was ready to break Logan's face for calling his sister a bitch, but he felt bad. A dead mother messed anyone up. Now if only Robert was murdered… He wanted to help. Sammie was his friend after all. Out of the blue, Samantha asked Bryan a question.

SAMANTHA: How do you do it?

BRYAN: Do what?

SAMANTHA: Stay so close to Dana. I mean, after our mother died, my—father…had Logan and I split up. He stayed in California. I got sent to Jersey. It sucks.

BRYAN: From what I can tell, you and Logan already have a tight thing going. It was just one fight. Me and Dana fight all the time. Can't believe I'm using this word but—Logan loves you. Ok, now that felt weird to say…

SAMANTHA: And that felt weird to hear. Especially from you. Don't ever use words like "love" again. It's just so out of character for you.

BRYAN: Way ahead of you. But yeah, go fix whatever eatin' you. Ok?

SAMANTHA: You know what? Anyone ever tell you you'd make an excellent shrink?

BRYAN: No. And I'm not starting now. I live for the music, man.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, and smirked smugly. She knew that wasn't all he lived. He also lived for a certain brunette. One who began with a C and ended in a Y. Bryan stared at Samantha like she was crazy. Sometimes he wondered if she really was crazy. Bryan spoke in monotone, but he was a bit uneasy. Obviously, he hid that emotion quite well.

SAMANTHA: That's not all you "live for".

Bryan sighed. He was telling Sammie what she wanted to hear, but she was right. 100 percent true.

BRYAN: I live for—Oh God…I live for Courtney too. There, I said it. Happy?

SAMANTHA: Yeah, let's head back now. And thanks.

BRYAN: I owe you one. You know with Courtney and all…

SAMANTHA: Tell her, Bryan.

BRYAN: You know that? I'm outta here.

SAMANTHA (laughing): Ok, ok. Wait up.

Both Bryan and Samantha were too lazy to walk back so they teleported back. Bryan disappeared in a puff of black smoke, while Samantha disappeared in a ribbon of flames. Samantha vowed to tell Logan everything. From her suicide attempt to smoking, and getting wasted on five glasses of wine a day. Logan was family, so he'd be the first to know.

Little did Samantha and Bryan know that, like everyone else, they were in for the shock of their lives…

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