"What are you doing?" I asked peeking into Samantha's room. "It's 4:00 in the morning."
Samantha moved her fingers away from the piano keys. "I was writing."
"Can that wait until, I don't know, sunrise."
"No," she answered. "Songs come to me in my sleep. I wanted to write it down while it was still in my head."
"And you had to wake up at 4 o'clock to write it down?"
Samantha shrugged. "I'm an early waker."
I push the door further open to check on Morgan. She was still sleeping. I don't know how she could continue to sleep with all the noise Samantha was making.
Noticing me eying Morgan's sleeping body, Samantha said, "She's a heavy sleeper."
"Well, I'm not. Keep it down," I ordered, reaching to close the door. As soon as I closed the door Samantha started playing the song again. I will admit it was a peaceful melody, but irritating when you're tired. I open to door to send Samantha a warning look.
She stopped. "Samuel, I have to write it before I forget," she whined. "You're probably the same way with your drawings."
"I remember my dreams so I can draw them later… when people AREN'T sleeping."
"You're very cranky when you're tired," she stated. She pressed down on a key "Samuel, I need you're help. Wh..."
"I'll help later," I said, turning to leave.
"Samuel," she called.
I turn back to her. "You're not going to let me leave, are you?" I asked, earning a headshake. "What? You're getting worse then Morgan," I irritatedly said. At least Morgan and I had boundaries. Never bother one when they're tired.
"Which one sounds better?"
"I dont know anything about this."
"It's kind of like a guitar. They both have strings." She replied her tone then played two different notes.
I shrugged. "The first one, I guess."
"If either of you two value your life, then you better shut up," Morgan said from her sleep. "I can barely sleep with her playing that damn piano, and don't even think that I was fully asleep. Now Samuel, if you come over here, trying to play, then I'll punch you."
"I wasn't even thinking about messing with you." I slapped her foot causing her send me a death glare.
"Wow, Morgan, you've been hanging around Derek for too long." Samantha flinch at the look.
"Ignore Morgan. Her bark's worse than her bite."
"You know a lot about barking don't you, Yeller," she teased.
"You was the one that cried at the ending," I argued.
"Don't talk about that. He was my best friend too!"
"That's why you have fleas."
"No i do not!"
"Ok you two. Maybe we need to take a step back and, i don't know, maybe calm the hell down." Samantha yelled the last part. "What you two are failing to realizes is that you're in my ear, so shut the heck/ hell up!"
"See!" Morgan continued to yell, "You upset Sammie."
Ignoring the two girls, I choose to continue picking at Morgan. I began to pull at her feet, playfully trying to yank her out of the bed.
"Samuel, stop!" Samantha yelled. "Samuel, get out."
Being the instigator I am, I decide to bring Samantha into the fight. Morgan and I can't have all the fun. I stand straight, and darkly stare at Morgan. "Fleas"
"Lice." Morgan said calmly, not take her eyes off of me.
"I never had lice! You put that stuff in my hair."
Moving on to my next target I look Samantha up and down. "Spoiled." I used the insult Cora always used to describe Samantha, and from her stories, I see why Cora called her that sometimes.
Her eyes shift from their bright blue to an electrifying blue as she stared at me. "Don't you ever call me that," she growled. "Trust me, if u keep listening to Cora you won't last long, got it? I know thats exactly where you got that bullshit from."
As she spoke, she got more into my face. "Brother, or not, I will kill you, if you call me that again."
As I stared into her face, feeling guiltier by the second. Suddenly, I feel someone pulling me out of the room.
Peter slammed his bedroom door. "Don't ever call her that," Peter scorned.
I run my hands through my hair. "I didn't know she was going to be that upset. I was just joking."
"You can't joke with her like that."
I stood there, feeling like the worst person on this planet. I always joked and played around with Morgan, but I see that I can't joke with Samantha the same. If I'm not joking around, then my conversations with others are awkward.
I push the cereal around in my bowl. I look up as Samantha passed me to get the grape juice from the refrigerator. Her cold shoulder could give me hypothermia.
"You and Jason would get along perfectly." I smile at her only for her to continue to ignore me. "Samantha, I'm sorry."
She begins to walk off, not acknowledging me or my words. Sighing, I got up to get her attention. I placed my hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking away. I tried to catch her eyes, but she did everything in her power to avoid meeting my eyes.
"Can you please look at me." she released an irritated breath before looking up to me. "I'm sorry Samantha. I didn't expect you to take what I said so serious. It's just i'm so use to always joking around. I'm still learning things about you just like you still learning things about me. I guess I had to learn things about you the hard way. I hope you can forgive me."
"You can only learn things about me from me, not from what Cora tells you."
"Well I did learn something from you today."
"Yea? What was it."
"You're terrifying," I said causing Samantha to laugh.
"Okay, I forgive you," she admitted. "But seriously, call me spoiled again, and I'll break you," she said with a promising smile.
I pull Samantha into a hug, like I've done with every fight I had with family. "Sorry," I apologized, after Samantha pulled away. "It's a habit."
"I want a hug," Morgan said in a small voice as she entered the room.
Samantha and I pull her into a group hug.
"There's Peter. Get him!" Morgan yelled.
We all look at Peter and back to each other before making a silent agreement. Without breaking the group hug we shuffled towards Peter who had quickly turned to walk back to his room. Luckily we caught him and pulled him into the hug with his protest.
Samantha parked her car in front of Lydia's home. Samantha agreed to pick her and Allison up to hang out at Scott's.
"Morgan, can you go get Lydia?" Samantha asked Morgan.
"Okay," Morgan cheerfully agreed before getting out the car. When she reached the front door, she rung the doorbell.
I look down at my phone for a second, and when I look back up I see Morgan running back to the car.
"It's a giant rat!" Morgan yelled, trying to open the back door. Failing to open the door, she climbed on top of the car.
I turn in my seat, trying not to be kicked by the girl climbing in through the sunroof of the car.
"I just had my car washed," Samantha complained. "What is wrong."
"It's a giant rat," she yelled, finally getting her body through the hole. "It tried to eat me!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, looking for the creature in the side mirror. Not seeing anything, I opened the door, and got out of the car.
A black and white dog rushed to me.
I lifted the dog and showed it to Morgan. "Is this what you were running from? It's adorable."
"That's not what I saw."
"Ooo let me guess. It was big, and hairy, an- and UGLY," Samantha said, copying Morgan when she first met Stiles.
"Oh so we were both looking at your big toe."
I couldn't hold in my laughter. "Sorry, Samantha, but that was a good one."
"Whatever. Lets take Prada back."
"That's a cute name for her." I gently scratched her head.
"Prada is a boy." I hear a voice behind me.
Curious, I lifted the dog to check it's sex. "Yeah, it's a he," I mumbled to myself, resting Prada back in my arm. I turn to find a dazzled off Lydia standing in front of me. "Lydia," I called, trying to get her attention. "Lydia, are you okay?"
Like a light switching on, Lydia returned. "Don't touch him again," she said, taking the dog from me.
I raised my eyebrows at the girl's attitude. "Sorry," I apologized as she walked away. Did I offend her by looking under her dog? I didn't grow completely out of my "weird" phase from my childhood.
"That wasn't very nice, Lydia," I hear Mrs. Martin say to her daughter.
Lydia passed the dog to her mother. "Neither are nightmares," she mumbles to herself as she started back towards the car.
I wave at Mrs. Martin. I open the car door, offering the passenger seat to Lydia, then join Morgan in the back.
"Let's play a game," Samantha said, breaking the silence filling Scott's home.
"No one wants to play "Telephone"," I said. "If Morgan starts off, she'd say "Stiles is ugly"."
"Me and Stiles are best friends. He knows I'm kidding," Morgan says before standing and starting towards Stiles.
"Restricting order, Morgan. Just remember that," Stiles warned causing Morgan to turn back around.
"Oh my gosh!" Morgan yelled. "Scott, the Fairy Princess in your house.
"What?" Scott asked.
Morgan looked back quickly and back before whispering lowly, "Don't look, but there's she is!"
Not listening to Morgan, everyone turned to look.
"You mean my mom?"
Morgan squeezed herself between Scott and Allison. "Your mom's the Fairy Princess?" she asked, making her voice squeaked as she said princess.
"Hey guys. What's going on?" the woman asked. She wore hospital scrubs and her black, wavy hair in a ponytale.
"Sorry, Mom. I forgot to ask you if my friends could come over."
"Oh no its fine." She scanned the room stopping on Samantha, Morgan, and I "New friends Scott?
Scott pointed at Samantha, "This is S-"
"I want to go first." Morgan interrupted.
"This is Morgan, Samuel, and Samantha."
"Thank you," Morgan smiled, pleased with Scott's introduction. Morgan jumped up and hurried to Scott's mom. "Are you the Fairy Princess?" She asked with bright eyes.
Melissa looked at us clueless.
"Please, say yes," I mouthed.
"The only Fairy Princess," Melissa smiled, playing along with Morgan.
"Uh huh. Really?" Morgan looked at Ms. McCall suspiciously."The Fairy Princess has powers."
"Trust me. I'm the Fairy Princess," Ms. McCall guaranteed before reaching out to touch Morgan's shoulder.
Samantha stood and caught Morgan as she fainted backwards. "Sit down," Samantha ordered.
I smirk as Morgan sits beside me. "That's right. Sit down," I repeated, playing tough.
Morgan glared at me. "I will punch you in your chest." She looked at Samantha. "I wanted to talk to the Fairy Princess."
"The Fairy Princess doesn't want to talk to you," Stiles said.
Morgan poked her lip out with attitude and looked Stiles up and down. After the long stare, she said, "Back to someone who's relevant. Where did she go?" Morgan asked, turning to find that Ms. McCall had left.
"I sent her somewhere you can't find her," Samantha answered.
Mogan sat in a long silence. "Oh," she said nodding her head. "What do we do now?" Out of the corner of her eye, Morgan saw Samantha about to say something. "I will punch you in your throat."
"You will not touch me," Samantha argued. "I'll punch you back," Samantha said causing the two to begin laughing.
Everyone looked silently around at one and another. At this rate this 'hangout' was going to end fairly soon. Playing Telephone actually sounded like a better idea than watching Samantha and Stiles make goo goo eyes at each other from across the room.
"You're making me sick," Cora stated rolling her eyes.
Hard to believe, but Cora actually hangs out with people. Shocking, right? SInce the short time I've known her, she's not much of a people person
"You're making me sick bluh bluh." Samantha mocked.
"That give me an idea!" Stiles said waving his arms around.
"I know you better calm down before we be playing a game called 'Who Can Bury Stiles' Body First'." Morgan of course threatened Stiles
Brushing off Morgan's nonsense, Stiles suggest that we do impressions of each other.
"You're trying to start something, aren't you?" Morgan accused.
"Well whatever happens at least it will be better than us just sitting here," Stiles admitted. "I'll go first," he volunteered.
I sit back, waiting to see the charades.
"Don't be creeped out," Stiles warned Isaac.
"What?" Isaac asked, creeped out by the question alone.
Taking a large breath, Stiles threw his arms around Isaac's neck before saying, "Oh my God. Oh my God. I love you so so sooo much."
"Get away from him!" Scott joined in.
Immediately, I knew Scott was doing an impression of me yelling at Morgan.
"But he's my puppy. We understand each other." Stiles actually squealed. He even went as far as placing his head on Isaac's shoulder.
"You dont know him." Scott points his finger at Stiles. "Got off him."
"Nope." Stiles peted Isaac's head, making the boy even more uncomfortable."
"3. 2."
Stiles lifted his head up, looked at Scott from over his shoulder, and said, "Hell, 1.
Their impression of Morgan and I had everyone in the room laughing.
"I'll go," Samantha cheerfully offered.
"I'll go," Cora mocked in a preppy voice.
Samantha glared at Cora before thinking of her character. She slowly pushed her hair over her shoulder before sending out a dark glower. "Youre not a real Hale. A real Hale is powerful and strong. We don't claim weak people like you."
"I'm not weak," Cora said, flipping her ponytail. "The things in this Prada bag are really heavy. Dont hate me because I have money, and I can stock my closet with more colors than just black."
Samantha quickly stood up. "That is not me!" Samantha yelled, offended.
"It is!" Cora argued, standing.
"Don't sit there, judging me on how I use to be. I'll admit that I acted like that. You want to know why? Because I was brought up that way. I can't freaking move on with my life because of you."
"You guys, I'm always down for a fight, but we're in somebody else's house. We need to respect that. So sit back down before you ruin the night for everyone," Morgan ordered.
I smiled at Morgan's change. She and I can play around always, but somewhat know when not to. You don't fight in someone's home. If we were Derek's loft, where there's a lot of room and not much to be broken, Morgan would have let them went at it, but we aren't. We're sure Ms. McCall worked hard for everything she owns, and wouldn't be happy if something was broken by two teenage girls, that she barely knew, fighting.
"I dont know about y'all, but I was taught about respect and manners," Morgan said as Samantha and Cora sat down. She took a deep breath. "I dont want to leave now, so who's going next?"
Everyone looked around the room, searching for the person who would dare go next.
"I'll go," I volunteered, seeing that no one else would speak. I sit back, thinking. I knew it would be difficult for me to imitate someone that I only sort of knew, but I made a dicition: Isaac Lahey.
I stood and sit in the space beside Cora. Like I've seen Isaac do, I threw my arm over her shoulder.
"Don't touch her!" Morgan ordered me.
Listening to Morgan, I moved my hands. I take off my cardigans sweater and wrap the sleeves around my neck like a scarf. "Do you think I should have gotten this in navy?" It's weird to admit, but that question led to the longest conversation Isaac and I had alone. It's hard to find people who would actually choose scarves and cardigans as the subject of a conversation. I sit, thinking of something. "I don't trust him," I said, thinking of Isaac's opinion of Peter. In the time I've know Isaac, I've learned that he rarely holds in his opinion. At times, I even find his honestly a little funny. "I mean, I really don't trust him."
"Why not?" Samantha asked me as if I was Isaac.
I dazed off, imitating Isaac's thinking face. "I just dont."
I continued to do my impression of Isaac until I ran out of ideas. "Isaac, you want to go?"
"Sure."
I stand ready to return to my seat next to Morgan. Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground.
"What the hell?" Morgan asked out loud, watching Isaac sniff my face.
I was concussed and uncomfortable. I did accidentally use Samantha's shampoo this morning, but I didn't think it would have this kind of effect on a person. I watch Isaac move to another person.
"Just because I call you my puppy doesn't mean you have to act like one," Morgan said as Isaac sniffed her then moved to Samantha.
"Isaac, who are you suppose to be," Samantha asked, bewildered by his impression.
"Me," Scott answered with a chuckle. He smirked at the confused looks he got from Samantha, Morgan, and I. "I tackled almost half of the lacrosse team trying to find the other wolf on the team."
"Ohh," the three of us said, slowly nodding.
"My turn, I guess." Allison simply said. She crossed her legs and started picking at her nails. "I know how to make a molotov cocktail."
Morgan's face lit up, like a Fourth of July sky. She rushed to Allison, and kneeled in front of her. "You can make things that go boom boom?!"
Allison took out her phone. "I do," she answered before taking a picture of herself. She kissed the selfie on the phone screen.
"Perfect right." Lydia joked.
"Your turn Lydia." Allison said between giggles.
Lydia stood and left the group. When she did return, she held a book. "The beast of Gevaudan. Listen," she ordered opening the book. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."
"Boring," Allison commented, returning to her imitation of Lydia.
Lydia rolled her eyes and continued. "Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."
Allison takes another selfie. "Still boring."
"Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."
""Slipping into a coma" bored."
I personally disagree. Something about this story was very intriguing. I sat, hypnotized by the storyteller.
"While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster," Lydia continued.
"Any of this have anything to do with your family?"
"This." Lydia straightened her already straight posture, tossing her hair over her shoulder "It is believed that la Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." Lydia paused and smiled ."His name was Argent."
"Your ancestors killed a big wolf." Allison shrugged before asking, "So what?"
"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture." Lydia turned the book around to Allison. "What does it look like to you?"
Allison stared at the book in shock, but a little tearor could be found.
I seen Lydia shift, uncodable. I could tell that the part Allison was reacting was probably still bothersome. Surprisingly Lydia didn't break character
"Lydia? Lydia," Lydia called.
Shaking her head a little Allison looked into Lydia's eyes,"It looks - like a big - wolf." Allison smiled. "See you in History."
"Peter, "Morgan mumbled, blankly eyeing Lydia. "That's why she's distanced from Samuel," she said, thinking out loud. She looks around to find that everyone was looking at her. "Are y'all done? who's next?" Morgan asked, trying to play it off.
"You are." I eyed her suspiciously. I had no Idea about what Morgan was talking about with Peter and Lydia, so label it as something Morgan made up to bother me.
"Okay. Who do I get to be." Morgan's smile dropped at her was the only person left. She looked Stiles up and down. Ignoring her urge to insult him, she mumbled "fine" under her breath.
I ready myself to stop Morgan when she says something insulting.
"Scott. Scott," Morgan called, clumsily rushing towards Isaac. "You wouldn't believe what I heard on my dad's radio,"
"Your dad told you to stop listening to his police rad-"
"That's not the point," Morgan interrupted. "I'll keep listening to his radio, then tell Morgan to mind her business, although I don't mind my own."
"Morgan," I called, warning her.
"That's not me," Stiles said.
"That's not you?" Morgan questioned. "I'll show you you. Samantha," she called. "Your boobs are like wow. I have to give them a moment of silence. Your boobs are that amazing." Morgan looks away from Samantha and faced the group. "I'm Stiles. I have a pencil dick."
"Morgan!" Samantha and I called.
"That's not true," Stiles argued, Morgan.
"So you have a cocktail weenie?" Morgan asked, wiggling her pinkie finger.
Scott stood from his seat. "Look how late it is. It was great having you, but you have to leave," Scott said over the arguing. He pushed Stiles and Morgan out of his home as they continued to argue.
The rest of the crowd followed out.
I pull Morgan to the car as she yelled insults at Stiles.
"Samantha wants the "D", but she can't find it," Morgan yelled as I opened the car door.
"Morgan, we get it. Stiles can't "spank the monkey"." I said, knowing her next insult. "Sorry," I apologized after Samantha hit me in the arm. I shove Morgan into the backseat and closed the door.
"Doctors mistake you for a girl because you have no balls," Morgan yelled out the window.
"Be quiet." I shove Morgan's head back and block the window with my body.
"Just so you know, we Stilinski men have a fairly good sized package," Stiles said.
I swear Stiles looked at me when he said that. "Don't ever look me in the eyes when you say something like that."
Samantha steps in front of me. "I'm going to go with Stiles. You take Lydia and Allison home." She held out her keys, but stops. "You can drive, right?"
"No, I cant," I sarcastically answered. I've driven Samantha's car several times, and all those times she was in the passenger seat.
She throws the keys at my chest, and walks off with Stiles.
Morgan pokes her head out the window as soon as I move. "I'm gonna tell Peter where you are," Morgan threatened Samantha.
"Do it, and I'll tell Samuel what you did last night."
I look between the two as they had a silent conversation. "What did she do?" I asked, as Samantha climbed into Stiles Jeep. "What did you do?" I asked Morgan, but she just sat back into the seat.
"Maybe you should let it go," Scott said. He patted my shoulder and went back inside.
I got into the car and left, still wondering what Morgan did. Oh well she'll tell on herself eventually.
A/N: Hey hope everyone is doing good. Things got pretty heated didn't they lol. What's one lesson we learned from Samantha lol, but anyway I received some guess for the faceclaimers and they were amazing. Remember it's just kind of like a game. A very fun game lol, so don't feel pressured about it if you have some guess just PM me and if you just want to read that's totally fine with me :) Tell me what was your favorite impression. Hope you enjoyed. Peace