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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Sam! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander Stubborn.
Why did her twin have to be so darn stubborn. Her love for him ran deep and nothing would shake that bond that they had always had. At least not in her mind. Then again she hadn't thought them not talking would last this long and yet it had.
Sam sniffled hastily wiping her arm across her cheek when a tear slipped past her eyelashes. "Jer... at least come out from there?" she asked softly ignoring the next tear that slid it's way down her cheek. He was her brother, could he not see how much she missed him? How hurt she was too? This wasn't about Zephyr or her son or anyone else. All that mattered right here and now was him and her. Jer and Sam.
If he wasn't going to come out...
Sam crawling beneath the table to sit beside him, tucking her knees to her chest just as he was doing. "I can sit here for as long as it takes for you to talk to me."
More tears were threatening to come. But you know what he thought of? Sam replacing him with Zeplin and that midget. He wasn’t sure which of the two he hated more. Those thoughts were enough for him to stop tearing up. And to glare at Samara with so much hatred when she suggested that he come out from under his table.
Who was she tell him what to do? Wasn’t she satisfied enough to boss her new favourite people around?
Despite hatred and the rage now bubbling up inside of him. Her own tears did nothing to move him.
His eyes did narrow dangerously when she slunk under the table with him. Jer, with his stomach still rumbling, scooted immediately away from her. He wasn’t sure what kept him there instead of making an escape. |
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