Okay, again it's been ages, but I've just been busy. I start school again tomorrow. Blerugh. Anyways, thanks to everyone who Reads, Enjoys, and Reviews, you're awesome.
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Chapter 12

Monday 13th May

I let Blaine drive this morning.
"I found your razor on the side of the bath,"

"Oh, okay.."

"It had blood on it,"

I glance at my Brother, who's eyes are fixed firmly on the road. "Yeah, and?"

"There was blood on the sheets this morning too,"

"I.. accidentally cut myself while shaving last night,"

"Yeah.."

"Well, what else could it be?" I ask, indignantly, although at the same time feeling kinda bad for lying.

He stops the car outside Dalton Academy. "I think you know what else it could be," he says, his eyebrows raised a little.

"I slipped while shaving, what's the big deal?"

He shakes his head, getting out so as I can slide into the drivers seat. He leans in and kisses my cheek, before I head off.

I turn into the school, and carefully pull on the baggiest hoodie I own. It's a lime green Hollister one, and it's perfect because it's just started drizzling, so it's not going to look odd if I wear it inside. I walk quickly up the stone steps, weaving through students, and entering the building through a door leading into a corridor.

I go to the library, planning to avoid everyone for the rest of the day. I'll go to English and Chemistry, finish my corsework, and then hit the doctors at break. At least I can be back by Glee. Maybe I won't go to glee on second thoughts… I might just go home, and rest. Work on my solo.

English

Sam knocks on the door, and has breif words with my teacher, before sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wassup hot stuff?"

"Nothing. I'm just going to try something out," he murmers, taking a pen out of his back pack.

"Romeo and Juliet. How original," I tut, scrawling the title down in my English book, while Sam does the same.

"I've never seen it,"

"Me either," I shrug.

I now know why I've never seen it; I can't understand a word of what they're saying. I mean, it's English..but the words are in the wrong order. And everyone is like, crying and it's like 'Oh my God, how are you even making sense out of anything they're saying?'.

We get to the bit where Murcutio or whoever it is, is screaming in gibberish at Romeo.

"I thought Quinn was bad. That was just one big mood swing," Sam says, when pauses the dvd.

"Excellent Sam! Good observation! Murcutio does get rapid mood swings, and its his rampant rages which lead to his downfall later in the play,"

"He gets shot," Genie says bluntly from the row in front.

"Let's not ruin it for the rest of the class Genie," Mrs presses play.

"I'm not gonna lie; if Leonardo Di'Caprio climbed onto my balcony, there would be no staring through the fishtank crap. It would be more 'come forth to thine bed. Now',"

"I thought that only guys were obsessed with sex?"

"And Tina," Mike pitches in.

"Nope. Girls are too. Well…me and Annie are," Genie grins to the two boys.

"Speak for yourself!" I mutter.

Sam just smiles.

I end up spending all of Chemistry and near enough all of break with him. It seems that he decided opening up wasn't that bad of an idea.

"I've gotta go," I say, getting up from the bleachers we're currently sitting on.

"But we've got double physics now. You're seriously going to tell me you want to miss out on all that fun?"

"Yeah, I've got an.." I struggle to think of a word, I can't just say to him 'Oh yeah, I'm just popping up to see the local shrink because there are a 5 fucking big ass cuts on my arms' so I settle with, "Appointment. At the doctors,"

"So, I'll see you in Glee?" he asks, a hint of hope in his voice.

"I don't know," I mumble, going to turn away.

He grabs my arm to stop me from walking away, only gentally, but it's right over my..injuries, and it feels like he's holding red hot pokers to my skin.
I jump backwards, drawing in a sharp breath, a pain reflex. He lets go, and I can just see that he's frowning underneith his fringe.

I walk away fast, when he shouts: "Annie!" and I turn around, begging that he doesn't start asking all sorts of awkward questions. He doesn't. He just shoves his hands in the pockets of his blue jacket, and says "Come to glee,"

I don't say anything. I just turn, and continue to my destination: The car.

I don't have to wait that long to see the Therapist. Probably because of the time or whatever. But she's an older woman, with glasses, and a friendly face. When I step into her office I'm a little releived. I wouldn't want to be talking about sexual matters with a guy.

It's kinda hard when I first start..but then it starts flowing. It just kept flowing, and it was like word vomit. I couldn't stop myself. At the end she perscribes me these pills, and I leave, feeling considerably better than I did about 2 hours ago. She wants me to go and see her once every two weeks.

"What are they?" I asked the woman at the Chemist desk as she was taking my perscription.

"They're basically happy pills, sweetie," she told me, handing me a transparent orange tube with little round white pills inside.

Happy pills sounded good to me. I'm supposed to take 2 at the start of the morning when I wake up, everyday. I take some with Water as soon as I get back in the car. They take 20 minutes to set in, so I drive to Dalton. It's Lunch break there too, so I hunt out Blaine, finding him in the lunch halls with a couple of his friends.

I apologise, now feeling the drugs kick in, and he smiles, and says it's fine, he just worries when I don't talk. 'It's not natural' he says, and I laugh, punching his shoulder. I hang with them for a bit, before hugging him and going back to the car. As I drive back, I'm looking forward to Glee Club, feeling slightly buzzed, and as if all my problems had just drifted right out of the window. It's definitely a welcome change.

I sit through Tech class with Ellie, having some good old banter.

"Are you okay?" she aks, as if slightly alarmed when I pull her into a tight hug.

"I'm great," I smile widely.

"O-kay," she laughs, turning back to her computer screen. I just elbow her, and giggle.

Glee

I skip in, realise what I'm doing, and clear my throat, sitting down in the middle row. Finn spots me and comes over, giving me one of his gigantor hugs, which I love. Sam doesn't say anything to me when he comes in. He just sits on the chair in front of me, and smiles once.

When everyone is in, Mr. Schue says: "Before we get started, we're going to head down to the Audotaurium. The guys have a song they've been working on,"

Everyone gets up, bouncing with excitement off to the audotaurium. I stare suspiciously at Sam, Puck and Finn, who are walking in front of me, close together, whispering. Is this why Sam wanted me to come to glee tonight?

Quinn slides an arms around my waist. In the back of my brain, someone is mumbling: 'People are going to catch on..', but the much louder voice is saying: 'Nah, me and Quinn are besty's. Everyone knows that. They're all pretty thick anyway; we're safe for now'.

3:45 p.m.

Audotaurium.

The boys dissapear behind the curtains, and I slip off my hoodie, to reveal a tight long sleeved t-shirt. I look down at my chest, which I can't actually see my stomach over. I really don't know where I get this big boobed gene from.

The lights dim, and the music starts. I beam widely because I love this song!

"I'll take you home if you don't leave me at your front door," Sam sings the first line, looking straight at me.

"Your body's cold but girl were getting so warm," Finn sings.

All the boys are wearing black waistcoats, and are looking super hot.

"And I was thinking of ways that I could get inside," Sam takes over again, looking me solidly in the eye, and I'm thinking about our masks, and how he's figuring it out. I don't care what anyone says, that boy is so far from stupid.

Artie sings the next couple of lines, and then they all take away the chorus, breaking out into amazingly choreographed dance moves.

"Your lips tremble but your eyes are in a straight stare," again, Sam's eyes meet mine. I stare back curiously.

Of course, the next line has to be Puck's: "We're on the bed but your clothes are laying right there," and then he does the move which he is apparently most renowned for – thusts his hips into his hands, and then mimes an explosion, which makes me think dirty things.

I can't help but sit and grin the rest of the way through the song at all the boys on stage. All of their voices, and esspecially Mike's dancing (which is just mesmerising). I'll admit, my gaze remains on Sam for the most part. His voice…

When they finish, everyone claps, me probably being the loudest, and everyone laughs as I run up on stage and get tackled into a big group hug.

"Careful blondie, you're gonna knock someone out," Puck jokes, eyeing my chest, although when I glance down at it heaving up and down, I'm not sure if he is joking.

"Zip it Puckerman," I scowl, although I don't feel like scowling. I feel like jumping up and down, and smiling, and dancing and singing, all in one go.

"He's just jealous," Sam laughs, putting a big arm around my neck and pretending to strangle me. I don't know why. Boys are quite weird sometimes though, there's just no explantion.

Puck just smirks knowingly as Sam's fingers brush across the almost faded bruise on my neck, which unbeknown to him, he gave me.
I soon discover that they had all coined some 'creative' nicknames for me during Physics, including such orginials as 'Sugartits' and 'Boobs-Magee'.

"I had nothing to do with this," Sam holds his hands up above his head.

"You're a terrible liar," I can't help but grin at the boy who flicks his fringe out of his eyes.

After rehursals, which end half an hour early, since everyone wanted to get home and work on their Solo's, I stay behind, looking at some sheet music that's laying stray on the Piano. I don't want to go home. Not just yet. I'm not ready for Janie to come and piss on my bonfire.

I look around the room, and smile at Brad as he gets up from the stool on the piano.
I go to pick up one of the guitar's, and then see that Sam's is sat in the corner. Why is that still here? I go over and take in my hands, putting the strap across my shoulder, and drag my fingers slowly over the strings.

"Enjoying yourself?" I hear a voice behind me. If it wasn't for the shoulder strap, the guitar would be on the floor.

I swivel fast, and see Sam leaning on the door frame, with his hands, again, in his jacket pockets. He's got a soft smile on his face, and I melt a little. Then I blush, and put the intrument down. "Sorry,"

He doesn't say anything else. He just wanders towards me, the smile fading as he comes to a stand still in front of me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and lets them slide down my arms. Then before I know it, he's right over the sore spots. Again, my breath hitches. He looks from my arms, to my eyes, and just says really quietly: "Please?"

I don't reply. He holds them, with the forearms upwards, and gentally rolls up the sleeve on one, revealing the scabbed red lines. I close my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.
I hear him breathe out, and then start to stroke them, really gentally. I feel my brow pucker. Shouldn't he be like, freaking out? Yelling at me that I'm mental, and phyco, and weird, and emotionally unstable? I feel his lips just brush my cheek, and begin to nip at the skin on the crook of my neck. He holds my hips, bringing me closer as he marks my neck, right near the place he left it last time. I keep my eyes closed, placing my hands on his chest, breathing in his scent. He smells really fresh, like DKNY, and mint mixed together. It's so nice to be close to him (really annoying that I think that). I think that maybe the pills need a while to start properly working.

"Why would you do that?" he whispers against my skin, making it vibrate under his lips, and making it tickle a little bit.

"I don't know, it was stupid, and I know it was, but..I'd heard all about the people who cut themselves for release of personal stress, and I was so worried about everything,"

"About what?" he murmers, continuing to suck at the sweet spot.

"Friends. Home," I hesitate before saying, "You,". I open my eyes, my vision a blur of the blue from his jacket, and blonde from his hair.

"Me?" he stops kissing my neck, and looks at me, our forheads almost touching. He seems slightly worried, and I realise what I just insinuated.

"Oh, God, no, not like that! I meant like...i don't know," I let myself slump against his chest. I don't know how to explain anything to Sam without revealing too much.

"Please just..dont do it again, okay?"

"I won't," I promise him.

"When you're worried about stuff and it gets that serious you don't hurt yourself, it just backfires. You talk to someone okay?"

"That's what I did today actually," I admit to him, "I bunked Physics to go and see a Shrink in town,"

"A shrink?"

"Yeah," I say quietly, now embarrassed, and sounding like a proper phyco, "I felt better though, and after she gave me these weird pills-"

"Keep taking the pills, but next time you have stuff on your mind, just..drop a line," he smiles, rubbing my upper arm, and kissing my cheek, before leaving the Choir room.

Oh dear God. I like him.

Tuesday 14th May

7:25 a.m.

I popped the pills with my Coffee which Dad brought me up this morning, and then got in the shower. Afterwards, I blowdry my hair, and flick it out at the sides kindof like how Quinn had it the other week. I also washed Sam's football shirt and put it in a gift bag, just for effect. I'm going all out with Sam today I decide, so I wear one of the lowest and nicest tops I own. Its one of my favourites. I swear, if someone slushies me today, I will be having one of those Sweet 16 tantrums. The top is ribbed to make my waist smaller, and pushes my boobs up and in. It's square neck, and navy, which I wear with a pair of super cute daisy dude floral shorts and white lace up peep-toe strap heels. People may say that I'm a hoe for showing cleavage, but in short I waited too long for my chest to grow to size it has to keep it hidden away. And the shorts are short, but its supposed to be warm today and I kinda like my legs. They're long, and slim but not horribly skinny, and quite tan too. Besides, look at the Cheerio's – their skirts are tiny; they bend over in one of those skirts, and I swear you can see their ovaries. I mean, it's a blessing because most of the Cheerio's are super hot. Particularly Quinn and Britts. And Santana, even though I'm basically her bitch and she's a bitch.
Anyway. When I woke up this morning I realised what was going on at home. Janie has brain washed my Dad. She's got him so into her routine of perfectness that my arrival has fucked things up a treat and she doesn't like it.
But guess what? She and her perfect little image can suck it. I can't ever let her see that she gets to me. When push comes to shove, you shove back harder. Or something like that...

On my way out the door Janie sneers that I should be working on a street corner in my ear. I just pretend I haven't heard anything. So I get to school, and see the perfect start to my day, right there in front of me. Sam, wearing a dark blue check shirt and skinny jeans. Not Kurt tight skinny, hot type skinny, and that really nice smile which turns up the corner of his mouth, showing off his teeth on one side.
It's like walking through the gates of my personal heaven. Today I'm wearing a big flesh coloured plaster over the hicky which Sam gave me last night. It's massive, very purple/pink and extremely noticable. I couldn't risk it.

I'm at my locker when I feel someones hands on my ass. I don't even bother to turn around. "Evans; touch my ass again and you'll be going home without an arm,"

"Feeling your usual self then?" he grins.

I just narrow my eyes.

"Sorry, but that outfit just brings out the worst in me,"

"Awh, Sammy, a bad side? Whoever told you that?" I tease, pinching his cheek playfully.

He laughs, and I hold up the party bag with his shirt in it.

"Wow. A gift? We haven't even had our first date," he grins, taking the bag from me curiously.

"Don't hold your breath,"

He smiles, holding the packet in one hand.

"So where were you on Thurday at Glee? I never got around to asking you,"

"Ugh, my parents called me and Blaine home so as they could rant about our 'potentially dangerous' Saturday night," I roll my eyes.

"Oh Saturday night had a lot of potential," he smirks, and I can't help lifting my hand to where the old hicky from that Saturday was.

"Shame we never saw that true potential,"

"A shame for you, yes," he winks and I shake me head, pressing my lips together.

"But listen," he lowers his voice, and steps a little bit closer, "for what it's worth, If anything like that happens again, you know, you getting too drunk to drive and stuff, you can count on me. I've got your back," and he's all cute and sincere.

Then he takes advantage of the closeness, the mood going from serious to light in a second as he puts his hands on my waist, after putting his 'gift' in my locker.

"You know, I really like that shirt on you," I play with the collar of the deep blue fabric.

"Mm, and you look really hot," he murmers, our heads again almost touching.

Then he ducks, and drops a peck on my cheek, smiling the whole time.

"Ooft," I shiver, letting what I'd like to think is a seductive look take over my features as I lean up and whisper in his ear: "And just for that, you get to watch me walk away," I strut off down the hall, not knowing where that burst of confidence came from, swinging my hips. I can practically see that winners smile on Sam's lips.

11:15 a.m.

Standing in the line to get a drink (not a slushee), when someone taps me on the shoulder. I have to say that I'm surprised when I turn around and find myself facing Mercedes. We haven't spoken since that Sunday. Sam for Rachel and Kurt.

"We missed you at Glee on Thursday," she tells me, kind of sheepishly.

"Yeah I heard," I pick up my drink of choice.

"Look, I'll just get too it; I'm sorry about that Sunday," and then her phone clears its throat, and she corrects herself, "Sorry, we're sorry,"

"We?"

"Me and Kurt,"

"Mercedes, I can speak for myself," the soprano voice says firmly.

"Okay," Mercedes sighs, holding the purple phone next to me as I pay for my smoothie and sit down at a lunch table.

"I know you haven't spoken to Blaine about what happened-"

"I haven't spoken to anyone about what happened," except my Shrink.

"I know. And I really owe you an apology. I never meant to sound so judgy. Me of all people. And Mercedes says the same-"

"I'm sorry too Annie. It just didn't make sense. Sam is just so..all over you, and he's so hot. But you obviously have your reasons and we need to respect that. And if you like guys and girls then you do. You don't need any of our permissions. Glee club is full of the ousiders who want to belong. And that's how we should be making you feel, not the opposite. We don't have the right to judge you, so we're sorry," Mercedes finishes.

Kurt sighs, obviously disgruntled that Mercedes had stolen the speech, "Yeah, what she said,"

I let myself smile, finding that I can forgive them easily. "It's okay guys. I'm really confused. I could use some good friends right now. I mean, I like Sam. He can be an asshole sometimes, but those lips,"

"They are rather fabulous," Kurt says, and Mercedes agrees.

"And what about Quinn?" Mercedes asks.

"There is no what about Quinn. It was the alcohol," I assure them, feeling terrible for lying, but knowing that I can't admit the truth right now.
I need to sort this out.

12:30 p.m.

Geometry.

I could die of boredom. I'm not even joking.
And that's why when Mr. Schue calls my name I jump up and breathe a sigh of releif.
"What's up Mr. Schue?" I ask.

"Principle Figgins wants you in his office," he tells me, waiting for my teacher to nod so as I can follow him out.

"What did we do?" I question in confusion as I see Sam leaning against the wall outside Figgins office.

"I don't know yet," Mr. Schue shrugs.

"Villiam!" the priciple shouts.
He takes in a big breath, and walks through the second glass door, leaving me with Sam.

"Is it just me who is thoroughly confused?"

"Nope, I'm a little mistified myself," I answer.
We watch the Principle lay into Mr. Schue, who just sits there, pinching the birdge of his nose, as if hed been here one too many times before. Anyhow, it doesn't seem good. Me and Sam just look at each other, and when Mr. Schue ushers us in, he puts his hands on my hips and leads me through. I blush, and we both sit on the seats in front of Figgins desk.

"Now, there has been some..concern, raised about the two of you-" Mr. Schue starts off before Principle Figgins interupts him; "Our security camera's show you, Mr. Evans, leading you, Miss. Fredricks, into the boys locker room. Now, I am not a prude, but it later showed Miss. Fredricks emerging wearing Mr. Evans football shirt! Not only was it innapropriate dress, but as for the situation in hand, there is a time and a place,"

"Which is preferably when we're 25 and not In the boys changing room right?" Sam guesses.

"That's not what we're saying," Mr. Schue continues, "You two are very good students, and I know you both quite well now, you're a..lovely couple and everything, but you're both smart and if you're going to do, well, that then maybe not in school," Mr. Schue pats both our shoulders.

I lean over and whisper in Sam's ear: "Do you think we should tell them that they've got the wrong end of the stick?"

He grins back, and whispers: "What, and ruin all the fun? Nah,"

I giggle, then turn back to Figgins and Mr. Schue: "Yes, yes, abstinance is key, we get it, can we leave now? This is more awkward than watching sex and the city with my Dad,"

"Yes, you can leave, but I've booked you in with the school nurse. Go and get your bags from lesson, and go straight there," the Principle gives us one permission slip between the two of us, excusing us from lesson.

When we get out I look at Sam. Sam looks at me. I feel a serious fit of the giggles coming on.
Sure enough, when me and Sam start heading up the stairs and he slides an arm around my waist, the laughing comes on. We go through the halls, laughing hysterically; esspecially when he piggybacks me into my Geometry class, which results in wolf whistling and cat calls. I drop from Sam's back, and clear my throat, holding out the yellow slip for my teacher to take. He raises his eyebrows (which are grey and bushy), and looks at Sam with what could only be decribed as suspicion, but nods.

I collect my things, and escape to Sam, who is lingering by the door, hands stuffed in his pockets, with everyone staring at him.
We go to his class in a far more appropriate fashion; just walking, side by side. (Sensible, but way less fun) before going to the nurse.

We sit in the waiting room, getting the hysteria under control. I try not too look at Sam. That would be a very, very not good idea. For one, he would know how damn gorgeous he looks in that shirt, and for two, it would start of my giggles again. I just find it funny that they thought that we did it in the guys locker room. And it was just their attitude about it. I mean, they called us into the principles office and told us that we need to do it somewhere else. Seriously?
An image pops into my head, and suddenly the idea becomes far more appealing.
I don't know whether he actually went the whole way with Santana. I'm not going to ask, because that would be weird because it's not exactly lunch room talk. Well..then again, we go to McKinley. Anyway, it would be totally unacceptable seeing as I couldn't care less about Sam's sex life. Not unless I'm in it. Which I'm not. Not unless 'Third Base' is any more than kissing and feeling. I'll google it. It's kinda hard to imagine Sam as a virgin though. Big football star and lady magnet. How could he be?

I've been thinking so hard about Sam's possibly existant sex life that I don't realise our names have been called and Sam is pulling on my hand.

We go in, and close the door.

"So, Miss. Fredricks; are you on the pill?" the nurse claps her hands together on the desk.

"Uh..no,"

"And how long have you two been sexually active with each other?" she leans forward.

I do not look at Sam.

"Oh I don't know. About a month? Is that right babe?" he answers, touching my arm.

"Um, yes, I think that's accurate," I say through gritted teeth.

"Well, maybe the pill would be a good idea, just something to think about,"

"Yeah, good idea. Although..she does go a bit rough on me sometimes," Sam says out of the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, really?" the nurse's eyebrows shoot up.

"Yeah, really Sam?" I widen my eyes.

"Oh yeah," Sam replies, settling back into the chair, and folding his hands across his stomach, "She's into all this S&M stuff, and I'm just not feeling it. Well I am but.."

"Maybe you should try things that Sam enjoys too?" the Nurse suggests.

She can't be serious? Is this really what people come to the school nurse to talk about? No wonder she's so popular. Giving sex tips to everyone who walks through the door.

"I know," I sigh dramatically, "I've tried dressing up as Captin Hook, but I'm not sure it's working for me,"

The Nurse just looks gobsmacked. Then very embaressed. As does Sam, whose ears go very red.
She mumbles something about Doctors and Councelling, then shoves a bunch of condoms at Sam and pamphlets at me before staring down at the desk and says: "Thank you for coming,"

We get up and leave. I don't think that school nurse will ever be able to look at either Sam or myself ever again.

"Captin Hook? Really?" he asks in dispair.

"Don't get your boxers in a knot. She now thinks that I like chaining you up and whipping you!"

He closes his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together. "Okay, you just sent me to a really scary mental place,"

I smile, turning and walking down the hallways once again. Then his lips are at my ear and he says: "Besides, I prefer Tinkerbell," and I start giggling again.

"Does that mean that it's added to our movie list?" I guess.

"No, I'm not gay,"

I raise an eyebrow. "You mean 'I love Disney films, I just don't like to admit it', right?"

He just smirks.

"Does that mean that you're into this whole Role play thing?" I enquire curiously. I know how it works. There's loads which turn you on, and only a handful of things you'll admit turn you on. I want to know if this is one of those for Sam.

"Humour me," he raises his eyebrows once, grinning.

I just laugh, and shove him in the direction of the lockers.

3:02 p.m.

I arrive to Glee early. Mr. Schue is already there, and so is Rachel.
I hop up onto the Piano while Mr. Schue fiddles around with some papers, and Rachel sits on the front row pretending not to be interested in what I'm about to say.

"Hey Annie. How did the meeting go?"

"Oh, just peachy. Sam told her that I was into chains and whips,"

Mr. Schuester frowns. "That's not a nice image,"

"Precisely," then I lower my voice, "Look, you know that Sam and I weren't up to anything remotely dirty in the boys locker room-"

"Well, from how it looked..we had to take certain..precautions,"

"Yeah well, we're not together. I got slushed, and Sam just pointed me in the right direction,"

"The boys shower room?" the teacher raises his eyebrows doubtly, as Puck had done.

I'm so fed up of everyone assuming the worst of teenagers! The bad ones put the good ones to shame.

"I promise, there was nothing sexual about it. He was just the one who happened to be around," I explain.

"How convenient," he see's that I'm about to start again, so he hurries to change subject, "More to the point, who slushee'd you?"

I drop my gaze, pressing my lips together.

"Come on Annie, who was it?" he asks which concern.

"Someone in glee," I whisper, not wanting to be overheard by Rachel.

"Santana?"

I nod, barely surprised that he jumped to that conclusion.

"Don't worry, she'll be dealt with. And if she asks who told, I'll just say the security camera caught her, okay?"

I nod greatfully, and he rubs my back as I hop off the piano.

9:10 p.m.

Home.

Everyone is mega excited to do an actual show. Still, needs to do his re-writes, hence: Solo's, to draw out the time or something.

I replay the scene earlier with Sam:

"Besides, I prefer Tinkerbell,"

"Does that mean that it's added to our movie list?"

"No, I'm not gay,"

"You mean 'I love Disney films, I just don't like to admit it', right?"

Smirk.

"Does that mean that you're into this whole Role play thing?"

"Humour me," he raises his eyebrows once, grinning and biting his lip.

And that's when I got an idea.
I start rifling through one of the boxes that Mom sent down, until I find the dress I'd made for a fancy dress party last year. I hold it out in front of me, smirking.
Oh, I'll do a lot more than humour him.