Okay. Sammy knows she's into Mike. Now for the spa day. What will happen? Thanks for reviewing, Bloodylilcorpse, Nicky Haugh, Pokemon FTW and The Phenomenal Flair. OCLover123, several of my OCs didn't exist when I first wrote this, and it's supposed to be based on canon events only, anyway.

Sammy felt pretty clear-headed when Zoey's car pulled up to her house and it was time for her to leave. I can get through this, she thought to herself. It's a girls' day, so no reason to think about Mike. Just focus on having fun.

It was true. When Sammy got into the passenger seat in Zoey's car, she was fine. No jealousy pricked at her at all. It was true she sort of envied Zoey for all the talents, skills, looks and even popularity she possessed, but none of that made her actually feel jealous. Without Mike's presence, she felt easy.

It helped when Zoey grinned at her and said "So, where to first? Hair salon, mani-pedi salon, makeup counter, or mall?"

Sammy smiled back at her. "Your choice. So are we getting makeup and clothes too?"

Zoey glanced down. "I'd like to. If you didn't bring money for it, we don't have to-"

"It's okay, I have money." Sammy held up her bag. "Besides, even if I didn't, I could just note down stuff I wanted for later, right?"

Zoey smiled again. "Yes! Okay, so I was thinking we could start with mani-pedis. Is that all right with you?"

Sammy grinned ."As long as we do everything on the list, they're all cool with me."

The girls had a lot of fun picking out nail polish colours, too. Sammy went for a dark navy blue for both fingernails and toenails to complement her hair, and Zoey chose black for her fingernails and a sky blue for her toenails. "Black goes with my hair," she explained, flicking her bright bunches. "And the blue...well, I know it's kind of a silly reason, but blue always makes me think of Mike. It's a sky colour, like heaven, and...well, you get the idea."
And jealousy pricked at Sammy again, but she said nothing and just smiled.

The rest of the day passed without incident. At the salon, Zoey got her hair re-dyed and then straightened it, so it reached down past her shoulders. She left it loose for the rest of the day, minus her usual flower. Sammy, meanwhile, decided to throw caution to the wind and got some blue streaks in her hair to match her nails.

"No one's going to call me Amy with this look." she giggled.

Makeup was also fun. The girls got recommendations for their colouring from the saleswomen, and came away with several products, mostly pale natural looks for Sammy, and a more dramatic look for Zoey.

Finally, the girls hit the mall, and spent hours trying on clothes and accessories, giving each other advice.

"You know," Zoey remarked, "I am so jealous of you."

Sammy blinked at her. "Why?"

"Because it's way easier for you to find the right stuff to wear." Zoey explained. "You have a conventional model look, so you look good in just about everything. I have to really look for clothes that I can look all right in." She shrugged and smiled. "That's one of the reasons I got into indie style and theatre – the clothes that look best on me are vintage, and it kind of went with the territory."

Sammy surveyed Zoey for a moment, realizing she was right. Sammy was tall and slim, the exact kind of body that most models had. Zoey was pretty, with her red hair and her open, friendly face, but her curvy proportions weren't the easiest to find the right clothes for. She was about an average weight, thin enough to wear tank tops, but most clothes now were for girls with Sammy's body shape.

"But you're prettier than I am." Sammy said without thinking. "Have you noticed how many people look at you? I'm pretty in a generic way – people don't look at me."

Zoey crossed her arms. "No comparison, Sammy, okay? Besides, people look at you every bit as much as they look at me."

"Sorry." Sammy murmured. "It's kind of second nature. Amy's always comparing me to her."

Zoey's expression softened. "I guess I understand why you're so down on yourself sometimes. But seriously, it's not healthy and you are just as good as anyone else."

Sammy smiled. "I know, it's just hard to think of that when I've spent a few years thinking the opposite. After we started high school, do you know Jasmine was the first person to tell me that I should stand up to Amy? But I'm getting there. I'm much more confident than I used to be."

"I noticed." Zoey grinned back at her. "Maybe I've forgotten what it feels like. I used to have zero friends in high school. Mike and Cameron were the first friends I'd had after a year, and everyone wanted to know me after Total Drama. That's the reason I signed up."

Sammy's eyes widened. "So you weren't in it for the money? I only auditioned so I'd get two weeks away from Amy. I didn't even think I'd make friends."

Zoey shrugged. "I never thought about the money. Not everyone does. I used to watch the first three seasons and most people seemed to be having a great time, even though they were complaining about the challenges. I wanted to be part of that group, too. Although," she gave a sigh, "I definitely underestimated how hard it would be, and I didn't think about how some people would take it more seriously than me. I felt so stupid sometimes, when people lied to me and I believed everything they said."

"I sometimes believe those things, too." Sammy admitted. "I can never tell when people are lying to me, mostly. And I can't tell a lie myself."

"I can, if I really need to." Zoey said thoughtfully. "But mostly, I don't. It's not like I have any secrets that I need to lie to keep."

"I have." Sammy murmured without meaning to. Her head screamed What are you doing? Of all the people you could tell!

Luckily, Zoey was more considerate than the average person. She shrugged. "Did you want to tell me? Because I'm not going to ask if you don't."

"I don't know why I said that." Sammy said, her face going pink. "I didn't mean to. Like I said, I can't tell a lie, but there are a few things I don't tell anyone. When Amy and I were kids, we never had any secrets from each other, but now I don't trust her with anything and she doesn't tell me stuff, either." She brightened up a bit. "It's actually really lucky that I have a few friends, now. Even though I don't see Jasmine often, she knows just about everything. Sometimes, she even knows stuff about me that I don't realize." Again, her head was screaming at her. Zoey was just so easy to talk to that she kept saying too much. She might as well just say that she wanted the same guy.

Later on that evening, thinking over her conversation when she mentioned how she and Amy used to confide in each other, she knocked on her sister's door.

"Yeah, who is it?" she heard Amy call from inside.

"Um, it's me. Can we talk?" Sammy called timidly.

She heard a theatrical sigh, and then "Fine. If you have to."

Sammy stepped into Amy's room, and then stood against the door as she closed it. "I was just thinking about when we were younger." she explained. "What happened, Amy? One day, we were best friends, and then the next, you hated me. Why?"

Amy's cheeks went red. "I don't hate you." she denied straightaway. "Why do you care, anyway? If you think I hate you, why do you even want to talk to me?"

"Because you're my sister." Sammy said, still in a quiet voice. "At least, you're the person I thought was my sister, the one I could tell anything to. What happened to her?"

"Why are you bringing it up now?" Amy questioned, avoiding her sister's question. "I mean, you could tell me anything if you want to – you just can't trust I won't tell anyone else."

"Fine, tell me this." Sammy said, raising her voice slightly. "If I was to talk about my current crush, would you tell him, everyone on the cheer squad and all my friends?"

Amy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. The only friend of yours I actually like is Zoey, so-" Her eyes widened, as she got an idea of where Sammy was coming from. "Oh. Oh. You went out with Zoey today, so I guess you couldn't keep if off your mind that you were interested in someone way too close to her, right?"

Sammy's whole face, even her ears, blazed scarlet. "You wouldn't really tell Zoey, would you? I like her too. I don't want to lose her. And I know if she knows, she'll tell Mike, because she tells him everything. I'd rather have him as a friend than nothing at all!"

The note of distress in her words stirred a tiny bit of sympathy in Amy. Still, she couldn't quite commit to a nice word. "I might not tell." she said, finally. "I probably won't need to. You're a terrible actress – they'll probably work it out before I have the chance!"

Yeah, I take a little bit of interest in what happened between the twins. I have the headcanon that they were best friends when they were little, then Sammy became more popular in middle school because she wasn't so bossy, and Amy got jealous. By high school, rumours had flown enough that Sammy was friendless and Amy was popular. And now it's been almost four years and Sammy has finally started learning to stand up for herself. Sorry this took so long.