Masquerade Lovers
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Part II: The Shadows That Lurk
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Explanation
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Alex was sleeping comfortably enough in her room, when suddenly she was awakened by a hand shaking her. There were slaps too.
"Okay, okay, I'm awake! Stop with the physical assault – Clover! What is it this time? Is Sam back?"
"No, she isn't."
Alex jumped out of the bed. "That's it!" Alex cried, taking a fighting stance. "We're doing this my way. C'mon, let's see Jerry! We have to find Sam!"
Clover giggled at the picture that Alex made when taking the fighting scene in a tank top and shorts, her hair unkempt. "Silly, Sam's going to be here soon!"
"Oh." Alex dropped her fighting stance. "So nothing bad happened to her, right." She sighed. "Fine, you were right, Clover and I was wrong."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Clover mused. "I mean, when Jerry saw her, she was pretty distressed."
"Distressed? Clover, when did you learn those kind of words? Is Mali-U (gasp) making you (another gasp) smarter?"
"Oh, ha ha ha, lame much?" Clover asked. "Now that you've had your laugh, we have to go welcome Sam back. She was pretty upset when Jerry saw her."
"Why?" Alex asked.
"Now that is the main mystery. If she only fell asleep, then she wouldn't have a reason to be upset, right?"
"Unless she missed an important appointment?" Alex interjected.
"Appointment?" Clover said, blinking.
"But you're right; Sam would have told us about an important appointment, because then we could raid her closet and pick out something impressive for her to wear."
"Like what? Peasant top, peasant skirt, sandals and a handbag?" Clover said in exasperation.
"Her fashion sense isn't as bad as you make it out, Clover. And anyway, you're going off topic. We're talking about what could possibly have happened last night to our poor best friend, Sam?"
Clover rolled her eyes. "Okay, I guess I got too caught up with fashion –"
"Again," Alex pointed out. Clover stuck her tongue out at Alex.
"But let's just go to the living room and wait for Sam, okay?"
"Sure thing," Alex said, as they entered the living room. Blaine was in the kitchen, making breakfast.
"Hey, Blaine. You sure do make yourself at home, don't you?" Alex said, as Blaine passed her a plate of pancakes slathered with maple syrup. Alex muttered a quick thank you before stuffing the pancakes in her mouth.
"Don't see you complaining," Clover joked, as she gave Blaine a quick kiss. Blaine smiled.
"What was that for?" he asked his fiancé.
"Breakfast," Clover smiled. "A veggie omelet. Just the way I like it! Thanks, darling!"
"You two make me want to gag," Alex complained
"Jealous, much? What happened to mystery boy, anyway?" Clover asked.
The mention of Mystery Boy – or David, to Alex (not that she'd confessed yet) – made Alex smile. "He's absolutely perfect. I just wonder –"
"Uh oh," Clover joked, before swallowing a tiny morsel of the omelet with an elegance that made Alex feel quite second-tier. "Delectable!"
"Whether he's The One. I'm not looking for perfect, or Prince Charming, I'm looking for Mr. Right."
At that moment, the door opened, and Alex shot up, pancakes still stuffed in her mouth. "I'll get it!" She ran open to the front door and saw Sam, still in her white dress. She hugged her friend, relief evident in her voice as she said, "Oh Sammie! Where were you? We were so worried!"
"Sammie!" It was Clover's turn to glomp on Sam, as she ran towards the front door, leaving Blaine in the kitchen (he couldn't come out on account he was cooking food and needed to be in the kitchen). "Are you okay? You should have told us!"
"I'm sorry, I really wasn't thinking," Sam said weakly. There was something in her voice that made Alex look hard at her.
"Sam? Are you sure you're okay?"
Sam nodded, which took an effort, because all she wanted to do was be alone at the moment. "Yeah. Just a little sleepy still and I really need a shower."
"Okay then, don't let us stop you!" Clover said, in a falsely cheery voice. Not that Sam noticed. She looked exhausted and weary, Clover noted. There's something here she's keeping from us, she thought to herself.
Sam smiled, and turned to go, but Clover couldn't resist and called out, "Sammie, just one question!"
Sam turned slowly around – too slowly, if you asked Alex, making her wonder whether Sam didn't contract any virus or disease from last night – and looked expectantly at the other two girls.
"Prince Charming or Mr. Right?" Clover asked.
Sam thought for a moment, and said:
"Soul Mate."
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Author's Note
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Another filler chapter. We see Sam through the others' eyes! What will happen next? Oh, is it a surprise visitor?
I'm so glad everyone thinks I update fast (I think I do), and I'm sorry I had to make you guys wait extra long for this chapter (which is really a filler chapter). Truth is, I'm already finished up to Chapter 31 (gasp), so you can guess it's going to be a long one; however, I had been out yesterday and yeah, no computer. Surprisingly, my life does not revolve around fanfiction (it should, I tell you! It should!), so yeah…:P
Reviews are love, and just the fact that you guys enjoy this story makes me happy!
lianneharmony
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References
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Soul Mate, Prince Charming and Mr. Right are traces of pop culture that couldn't help but find its way into the fic. :D
The One is also part of pop culture, but it's also referenced to in TS. I mean, Clover refers to Blaine as The One. When Alex asks her what this means, Clover says, "The One I like more than my shoe collection!" (Or another phrase similar in wordings meaning the same thing) And as far as Clover is concerned, getting a guy who beats shoes any day is L-O-V-E! :P
Clover still ragging about fashion? That's Clover, remember? Although she's not as bad as before…
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Shoutouts
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Poison's Ivy, waterbendergirl101, Cresenta's Lark, Redheaded Devil and Beth, for continuing to support lil' ol' me with your nice, nice reviews! :)