"You're one of my closest friends and you believed my sister without even bothering to ask me about it? A few days are all it takes for you to throw all your trust in me out the window?"

"It's not like that, Sams—"

"Why? Why her?'

"Because!" I blurted out. "You blew me off to go on a date with some guy you just met!"

"It wasn't a date, you idjit! Our grandmothers live in the same retirement home! We were visiting them and making sure they were being taken care of. I wasn't blowing you off, he gave me a ride, and I told Rihanna to leave a message if you called!" she yelled, clearly upset.

"…Rihanna said you were on a date," I replied quietly.

"Rihanna also said that I called you pathetic. Neither of those is true. You can believe whoever you want. But if you want to believe the evil twin, please exit stage right." She turned over on her side, away from me and I could hear her sniffle a bit.

"No, no, no," I murmured. "Don't cry," I pleaded, walking over to the other side of the bed. She pulled the blanket over her head and I slid my hand under it to stroke her cheek softly. "Please don't cry. You mean so much to me. You don't know how big of an asshole I feel."

She sniffled a bit before croaking, "Your asshole must be pretty big from all that gay sex you have."

We both burst out laughing and I leaned down to press my lips to her forehead, kissing her softly. To make a long story very short, last year, I pretended to be gay for a sociology experiment. And Sammy has never let me forget it.

I go to fluff the pillow that supports her fractured leg while she looks on. "Case-y?" she stammered, stumbling over her words. She hasn't called me Case for so long. Since long before she was allowed to leave the hospital. She just laid in bed all day now, not being able to do much on her own.

Ever since she got home, she's had either Marissa or Heather by her side and neither one of them would let me get past the door. I had to skip class and climb in through the window to see her.

"You don't call me Case anymore," I whispered so quietly, I didn't intend for her to hear it.

"Rihanna calls you Case now."

We were silent for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Do you like her more than me?"

I laughed slightly and sat on the edge of her bed, toying with my fingers. "I like you more than I even like myself. But given the fact that I hate myself at the moment, perhaps that's a bad example. I don't really like her, Sammy. I don't know why I kept siding with her. I don't even know where that came from. I guess I was just frustrated."

"Sexually frustrated?" she quipped. "I mean, damn I know guys get horny easily, but—"

"You don't like me the way I like you and that frustrates me. Every other girl falls at my fucking feet, but not you. That—that came out wrong. That isn't what I want. You know how marriage is basically a slumber party with your best friend? That's what I want. Not marriage—I just—geez, I'm fucking up so much this month."

"Yeah, you are."

I laughed nervously and held my gaze on the window.

"So…You want a slumber party with Billy?"

"I'm gonna eat you," I replied.

"Slow down there, Hannibal."

I sighed and brought out a package from my bookbag, staring at Sammy until she fidgeted uncomfortably. "Happy birthday," I muttered.

She burrowed herself deep inside her blankets to avoid looking at me. "Kay."

I leaned over and yanked the covers down. "You look like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland." Her eyes lit up and she tugged on my hand.

"My dad sent me the original Alice in Wonderland DVD for my birthday. Will you watch it with me?" she asked hesitantly, innocently, as if she was a child.

I grinned widely and grabbed he laptop from her desk while she scooted over to make room for me on her bed. While she was setting up the movie, she glanced at the box I had set on the floor. "What's that?"

I stammered out, "Y-your present. I know you said if I got you anything you would kick my ass, but I saw it in Barnes & Noble and I just—"

She interrupted, "Give it to Rihanna."

My shoulders drooped and I picked it up, gesturing for her to take it. "I got it for you. Please, Sammy?"

She played around with the keys of her laptop before finally taking her present, causing me to smile. I waited in anticipation for her to unwrap it slowly.

"You got me a TARDIS. Oh Case, it's lovely." There was this smile on her face that made me want to melt into a puddle of Double Dynamo. The TARDIS was basically the spaceship from one of Sammy's favorite shows, Doctor Who. It was a blue, 1960's police box.

"If you open up the doors, there's the Ninth Doctor with his sonic screwdriver. Since I know he's your favorite and I just—"

She held a finger up to my lips and leaned over to kiss my nose. "Thank you." She set it next to her bed proudly. "I missed you," she whispered. "Don't leave me again, please."

"I was never gone," I replied.

"Yeah, you were. Shut up, I'm always right."

"Are not."

"Are too. You missed the Sherlock premiere. We were supposed to watch it together."

"Fuck!" I shouted. "I missed the UK live stream? Gah!"

"You actually missed the first two episodes which were probably the best thing ever. But don't be sad, I have a link to watch the episodes online. If you wanna sit here with me for like three hours with me watching them. After Alice though, of course."

"Of course," I mimicked teasingly. "There's nothing more I would rather do."

She was quiet for a few seconds before poking me. "Would you like to know how Sherlock survived the fall?"

"No! No spoilers!"

She shrugged and curled into my side, hugging my arm tightly as Alice fell down the rabbit hole.

A/N: CAM I ONLY GOT 1,000 WORDS BECAUSE MY MIDTERMS ARE THIS WEEK ALONG WITH MY ENGLISH STATE EXAMS THAT IF I FAIL I GO TO SUMMER SCHOOL AND ITS THIS FUCKING ESSAY AND I WILL CRY AND KILL MYSELF.

By the way, Sherlock season three, ayyyyy, boss as fuck. I KNOW THERE WAS SOMEONE WHO WAS SO UPSET THAT SHERLOCK WOULDN'T AIR IN THE US UNTIL LATER, BUT THERE REALLY IS A LINK TO WATCH THE FIRST EPISODE ONLINE THAT'S HOW I SAW IT. IF YOU WANT IT ILL TELL YOU but PM doesn't let you send links so if you want you could just go to my tumblr and ask for the link because its boss as fuckkk. Also, this Sunday is the last episode before the hiatus and there are websites for you to watch it live on BBC One. Just a public service announcement if you care…

My authors notes are super long, I apologize.

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IF YOU CAN GUESS WHERE MY USERNAME COMES FROM, ILL UPDATE ANY STORY YOU WANT because I am like pretty sure no one would remember.

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I PROMISE JUST THIS FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW STORY WHICH I HAVE YET TO WRITE AND I WILL STOP FOR NOW

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