skyemacleod

[skyemacleod]

please provide with sam and vic when you can!!

time for the last part!

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XIII - Sam

It takes me a while to realise the plip, plip, plip, is something against my window. I’m lying in bed, slowly getting more and more irritated by the noise before I force the covers off me and get up. I pull aside my curtains and look out to see, I shit you not, Victoria bloody Sae illuminated my street lamp light throwing pebbles at my windows.

My heart does an involuntary leap in my chest.

She stops when she sees me and waves at me, gesturing for me to open up my window, so I do. “Colin’s window is the next along,” I say even though I know she didn’t make a mistake. I don’t know what the hell she’s doing, but it is for me.

I hardly finish what I’m saying before Victoria is shouting out, so quick I almost don’t catch it, “I’m not dating your brother!”

She’s not? “You’re not?”

“No, I’m really not! I’m very much too gay for that! I’ll explain but can you come down?”

She looks so beautiful standing there the light catching her hair, so it almost glows like a halo. She’s waiting for me, wanting me, and I don’t even change out of my pyjamas before I’m shoving my feet in my boots and sneaking past my parents’ room and down the stairs.

Victoria meets me at the front door and takes my hand leading me somewhere, and I can’t do anything but follow her. I get this sudden feeling that I would follow Victoria anywhere and it terrifies me enough I almost run. The feeling comes from deep in my chest and blooms throughout my body to my fingertips placed gently against Victoria’s hand. I don’t run.

We go down the street until we reach this little crook with a grassy patch and trees blocking out all light apart from the moonlight seeping through the cracks. We stay there as Victoria explains how Colin is her best friend’s boyfriend and she was acting as his beard.

I honestly never would’ve guessed Colin is gay, or bi, or whatever, (I don’t know what he identifies as) but I find it so hilarious. It’s like the ultimate fuck you to our parents, and I love it.

Victoria and I talk in whispers that aren’t really needed but feel as though they are. We never let go of each others’ hands, and we just stay like that, with this piece of each other intertwined with the other, for a long while.

It gradually grows, the contact, as our speech gradually decreases. I lose track of what I’m saying as Victoria brushes her hand down my arm. I feel all my hairs stand on end. A shiver goes down my spine as the same hand drops to my waist. All my senses are electrified, and every touch threatens to send me off the edge.

Victoria slowly pushes up against me, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, all slightly altered by our height difference, until I can’t take it anymore. I pull her to me so fast we stumble back, and I’m up against the tree as lips finally meet lips. We kiss softly at first, and then with a swift increase of intensity that makes me cling to her as he’s the only solid thing in this dizzy, fucked world.

The warmth of her mouth, soft and opening to mine, sends a current through my body. We grapple at each other, my hands on Victoria’s waist trying to bring her closer even though it’s impossible, and Victoria’s hands moving up my body until they settle in my hair. We melt into each other. Dissolve into feeling.

I curse everything that stopped this from happening sooner, including Victoria for being a hot mess. A smoking hot mess that I can’t get enough of. Including myself for being a more subtle disaster.

I feel like my chest is going to rip open, it can’t possibly contain everything I’m feeling.

We stop when I start smiling so hard that it’s impossible to continue. We try to catch our breath together, and when Victoria opens her eyes, there are stars in them.

“This is so gay,” Victoria whispers.

I shake my head and laugh. “Shut up,” I say pulling her to me again.

As I melt again I think, I’ve found it. Victoria is my person, and it’s so terrifying I could be sick.

But I think that’s how you know it’s real.

and that’s the end! i hope you’ve enjoyed reading this little story of mine as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it! it’s been so fun and i love my lesbian messes that have finally found each other!!

[skyemacleod]

Ahhhh I would love another Sam and Vic update when you're able to write one

I apologise for what follows…

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XII - Vic

Dinner is torture. I don’t get a chance to explain the situation to Sam, so I have no idea what she’s thinking. Judging by the way she’s stabbing at her food I’m guessing she might actually think I’m dating Colin. I keep trying to catch her eye, do anything, to show her it’s not true while simultaneously acting like a couple for the parents.

At one point during dinner, the mum says, “Are you planning on staying over Victoria? You’re more than welcome, but you’ll have to stay with Samantha of course.”

I almost choke on my food. I really don’t mind the idea of having to share with Sam, even if she looks as though she wants to murder me and everything she lays eyes upon at the moment.

Sam leaves the second she’s able to, refusing dessert altogether. Her mum makes a snide comment but she just storms off, and I can hear thumping on the stairs and the slamming of a door upstairs.

I leave it a moment, as to not be obvious, before asking where the bathroom is and excusing myself. I immediately run up the stairs and walk straight past the bathroom to find Sam. When I see the room that’s clearly hers (it has black roses all over it) I knock softly. “Sam?”

I have to knock again before she cracks open her door to reveal her with a face like a storm. I think she might’ve been crying and even the prospect stabs me in the gut and makes me want to hold her together, forever.

“What do you want?” Sam says, and it takes me aback how cruel her tone is.

“I just want to explain,” I start, “Me and Colin—”

She cuts me off before I can continue. “Yeah, you and Colin. So you’re dating my brother? How the hell are you dating my brother? When we— Fuck, I don’t even know. It would be bad enough if you were dating anyone, like I can’t be imagining you flirting with me all the time and acting absolutely besotted with me. Like I really cannot be imagining that unless you were faking which would be so damn messed up I can’t even go there. But my brother? Really? Perfect Colin who gets everything and who everyone loves. I thought someone finally liked me. I thought you could see me and I was the one who was wanted. I thought we were— I thought you— And I— I just…” Her voice is cracking, and it makes tears prick at my eyes, I cannot get a word in. She just keeps going. “I guess I was wrong. I’m always fucking wrong. Thanks for screwing me up like everyone else does.”

I reach for Sam, but she backs away. “But we’re not—”

“Just get out of my sight, please.”

“But—” I try desperately.

“Is everything alright up here?” Sam’s mum voice says right behind me making me jump. I didn’t notice her coming. I turn to her, and she smiles at me in a way that reminds me of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. “Is my daughter bothering you?”

“Don’t worry,” Sam says, “I’ll get out of her hair.” And with that, she shuts the door on the both of us.

I have Sam’s mum breathing down my neck, and I have no choice but to let her escort me back downstairs when all I want to do is set the record straight, or gay, with Sam.

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sam and vic? vic and sam? samatha and Victoria? my lesbians? please I need them

sorry the updates fizzled out for this! i had a lot of work to do but i’m back and sam and vic’s story shall continue! 

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XI - Vic

“Thanks for doing this,” Colin says as he walks me to his front door. I stare at the circular window and the glossy brown wood, thinking that this house is exactly what you imagine when you think of a stereotypical perfect family that’s actually rotting from the inside. “I know you’re not exactly thrilled about the situation.”

It’s true. I wouldn’t want to have dinner with this family even if I was actually dating Colin. If Colin was a girl or I was dating a sister of his or something, everything I know about Colin’s family makes me want to run for the hills. “Would your family really be horrible if they found out if you were gay?” I ask him, turning to look at him properly.  Honestly, I could do worse, for a fake boyfriend he’s not bad looking with swooshy brown hair, green eyes, and good fashion sense. Maybe I should see about the sister situation.

Colin looks at his feet. “I’m pretty sure my parents are homophobic. I mean… I don’t know. All I know is I definitely don’t feel comfortable telling them right now.”

I interlink my hand in his and give it a squeeze, “Then introduce me to these dicks, Babe.”

Colin squeezes my hand back as if he’s trying to leech strength from me and gives me a small smile. We walk into the house together.

The parents swarm the minute we step through the threshold. The mum comes first, fawning over how pretty I apparently am and asking me a million questions about my dietary preferences. The dad is more solemn and stays back a bit, and I have the biggest vibe that he’s judging the shit out of me.

Colin takes my coat, and I kick my shoes off to put with the rest of them, and we follow his parents into the kitchen. At least the food smells good. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t like the food, I’m terrible at forcing myself to eat stuff that doesn’t taste nice to me.

“Do you want anything to drink, Victoria?”

“Just some water would be nice, thank you.”

I get my water and tap nervously on the glass as we get deeper into the conversation. At one point the mum asks, “So Colin never told us. How did you to meet.”

Oh well, we met at a gay bar my best friend Adam took me to. The two of us saw Colin climbing into one of the dancer’s cages shirtless and drunk out of his mind. Adam was immediately into him for some odd reason and ditched me the entire night to pursue this hot mess. I guess he has a thing for them since I am one too. But yeah your son is a big ol’ gay and coincidentally so am I.

Colin looks at me with panicked eyes, not much of an improviser that one. So I take the lead and find myself saying, “He helped me with a school project. He was so nice about it and honestly I was so grateful that I had to get to know him better. I was just completely smitten, even before then by just seeing him from afar, like um…in the hallways and stuff. Honestly, I couldn’t believe it that one day when he just swooped in, almost out of nowhere, and helped me out like the angel he is.”

“So he was your knight in shining armour?” Colin’s mum coos, “That’s so sweet. We raised a good lad didn’t we, Simon?”

Colin’s dad just hums nearly as if he agrees but not quite. He seems off in thought somewhere else.

“What was the school project?” Colin’s mum asks. Honestly, she’s the only one holding this conversation together.

“It was something for psychology.”

“Oh but Colin doesn’t do psychology. His sister did but well, she got a C so… Well, she’s not the best academically like our Colin.”

I jolt runs through me at that but I manage to play it cool, “Oh yeah it wasn’t help with the actual content. It was like grammar and stuff, I had problems paraphrasing.”

“Ah I see,” Colin’s mum says and I thought she’d be able to see right through my bullshit but she seems to believe me.

“So,” Colin says obviously trying to change the subject, “When do we get to eat? I’m so ready for food.”

“When your sister finally gets home from work. I swear she’s always late.”

“Where does she work?” I ask trying to look over how rude she’s being about her own daughter.

“The library.”

“Wait, what?”

“She’s a library assistant.”

And that’s when I hear footsteps behind me and I turn to face the last person I would expect.

“Victoria?” she asks eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Sam?”

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aksjsksknsbsn i’m already lusting after the next vic and sam part (reading their story in the middle of the night while weeping because love exists is a mood)

well, lust no further!!

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X - Vic

I shake my head at Sam while downing my drink. “Nope, no way.”

“You do!”

“I do not look like Hayley Kiyoko. Nu-uh. I wish.”

“I’m telling you, you are reminiscent of lesbian Jesus.”

We’re standing together in the corner of the party, me being a wallflower just for Sam. I’ve got myself a rum and coke (it’s disgusting I should not have been convinced into having it) and Sam has herself a Capri-Sun pouch because she’s iconic. The party in question is a mess as it always is, a fun mess but a mess nonetheless.

Everyone is being over-sentimental about it being the end of the show and acting as if we’ll never see each other again when that really isn’t the case. I’ll never get rid of this lot. But because of the sense of ending everyone is hooking up and/or drunk crying. It’s not like I can talk though because I plan to do the former and have already done the latter.

I’m about to continue our argument when yet another person comes up to me asking why I’m standing here, why I’m not dancing, etcetera etcetera. It’s funny how they don’t ask Sam. That they’re only asking me because it’s against the norm for me to be on the outskirts instead of in the centre of it all. I bet they’re all just going through shock that I’m not attention seeking.

Like typically I’d be the one arranging stupid games like the drunk musical chairs that everyone keeps fucking up or abandoning halfway through. But tonight I’m not even participating, but I’m happy I’m not because I’m with Sam.

“What the fuck,” Sam mutters beside me, and I turn from looking at the musical chairs fiasco to see what she’s looking at. The next culprit coming towards us is Heather who has a plastic skeleton under her arm.

“Heather, why do you have a skeleton wrapped around you?” I ask when she reaches us.

“Why don’t you?”

“Fair enough.”

Heather strokes the skeleton with care. “She’s my new lover. Don’t tell Jill.”

“I won’t tell Jill about your necrophilia I promise.”

“Thanks. Well, we’re going to go fuck in the toilets have fun.”

Heather wonders off but one word she says sticks in my head. An idea. An escape plan. “The TOILETS!” I burst out as if I’m saying Eureka.

“She was just joking,” Sam says patting me on the arm. “She’s not actually gonna fuck the skeleton.”

“I know that but… just come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me,” I say taking Sam’s hand and leading her across the hall and in the direction of the toilets.

When we get inside, and the door is swinging shut behind us Sam asks, “And why did you take me here?”

I smile both nervously and giddily, “Just thought it’d be a bit more private.”

“I see. What do we need privacy for?” Sam starts walking closer to me. She takes a step forward, and I take one backwards. Forward, back, forward, back until I’m pressed against the wall with Sam in front of me. Exactly where I want to be.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I say, but my voice is so full of lust I give myself away.

“Well if you’re not going to tell me…” Sam says teasingly turning as if she’s actually going to leave when our eyes keep meeting, and the atmosphere is hot.

I still grab onto her arm though and pull her back to me, even closer than before so I can feel her body on mine. The contact makes me want to burst, to explode, to melt into a puddle on the floor. Desire is in my veins, in the marrow of my bones, and I know it’s written all over my face.

“Does that answer your question?” I ask, and Sam licks her lips. A thrill goes up my spine.

“I think you might have to show me further what you mean. Just to clarify.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hm,” Sam hums nodding in agreement. I want to take hold of her jaw and make it, so the only movement her head makes is her lips against mine. I inch my hand towards Sam’s cheek until I have her face cupped and I’m softly stroking at her cheekbone.

Sam eyes flutter shut for a second and remain heavy-lidded as she leans into the palm of my hand encouraging me to close the flimsy distance between us.

And I’m about to, I’m almost there, when the door the toilets slams open and a group of the girls come hurdling in laughing and shouting about.

They take one look at us and the girl who plays Heather Chandler, Ashley, is gasping and saying, “Oh my god! Did you guys finally kiss?”

The drunken girls practically squeal, and they come up to us. I break away from the wall feeling bitter and frustrated, and the look on Sam’s face tells me she feels the same. Ashley gives me a celebratory slap on the ass, and I want to scream at her that she made there be nothing to celebrate.

I catch Sam’s eye, and I don’t need her to speak to know she’s saying, maybe next time. I’ve lost my chance of tonight. I swear this is the universe being homophobic.

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okay but any more sam and vic because u can't just leave me hanging with that last update

you ask and i shall provide

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IX - Vic

“And you’re sure you’re not imagining it?” Adam asks me when we’re sitting in our favourite coffee shop, Javawocky, a week later. I haven’t had a chance to see Adam because of the musical but tonight’s the last show so I’ll be all his after that. Lucky me.

“Yes, I’m sure I’m not imagining it!” I say slamming my coffee mug down a little too hard.

“Sorry, it’s just hard to believe that you and Sam nearly kissed when you fucked up the song I so beautifully prepared. You tend to let your imagination run wild sometimes, Babe. I love you for it but still.”

“You’re a dick.”

“It’s part of my charm, m’dear.”

“Well, it’s true we nearly kissed and ever since then we keep on having all these moments. Not nearly kissing moments but cute moments. Rom-com moments.”

It’s true what I’m saying. It’s been killing me everything that’s been happening. For one thing, we’ve been talking more, which doesn’t seem like a big deal but I’ve gotten comfortable enough to talk to her. She’s gotten comfortable enough to talk to me! And we’ve been chatting a lot with Heather smirking in the background and Erin coming up to tell us to focus.

On the second night when the elastic in my skirt broke Sam helped me with it, and while she basically pinned it to me, we were so close, and I could feel her breath on my neck, and I am so gay! I swear I could see her blushing throughout. I know all my blood was in my cheeks and…well…y’know.

In between the matinee show and the evening show we built a pillow fort from the sofa in the dressing room. We sat under it together eating pizza while everyone else went out for food. That was some cute shit, and honestly, I’m surprised I’m still alive. The amount of times I’ve caught my breath by a simple movement of Sam’s is enough to suffocate my brain of oxygen. Perhaps that’s why I’m such an idiot, it’s all Sam’s fault.

Then there was the flowers. The goddamn flowers! Last night after the show gave me flowers and told me I was brilliant. They were so beautiful, and I held them to my chest as if I could keep them as a part of me forever. They’re now in a vase on my bedside table.

We walked out of the town hall together that night. It was that strange lighting where you can still see, but everything looks black and white.

We stood there for a long while watching the sky together until eventually everyone had left and cars had driven away, and it was just us side by side. I don’t know how to explain it, nothing pivotal or meaningful happened, but it felt like it meant something.

Standing there with Sam our lightly touching at the pinkies but nothing more felt like a taste of what to come. I could feel the shift where I knew that something, something, would happen between us and it was going to be huge.

I don’t really believe in love at first sight, or love early on in any type of relationship, but I do believe that you can have that jolt of, you’re going to be in my life, and you’re going to be important. That’s what I felt standing there in black and white with Sam, a chilly wind blowing softly through our hair. I felt the capability of love. That if we let it happen, if we let it grow, it will be earth-shattering.

“Well if that’s the case you’re going to have to take advantage of the aftershow party tonight.”

“Nope. Too scary.”

Adam reaches forward and takes my face in his hands, “That’s how you know it’s worth it.”

“Were you scared with Human Colin?”

“Terrified.”

I nod and nod until nodding loses all meaning as I drink my latte and think.

“Speaking of Colin, I need that favour you owe me.”

I can already tell I’ll regret knowing when I ask, “What is it?”

“I need you to be his girlfriend.”

“What?”

“His fake girlfriend,” Adam clarifies. “Basically he talks about me to his parents as if I’m a girl and they’ve been wanting to meet this girl for a long time, and he can’t hold it off much longer. They’re going to need to meet his girlfriend that doesn’t exist, so that’s where you come in.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, Colin will be very grateful.”

“I don’t wanna be a fake girlfriend.”

“Easier than being a real one. Trust me he’s a handful.”

“You’re a fucking handful,” I grumble.

“You bet I am,” Adam winks.

I just shake my head at him while sipping at my latte.

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more vic and sam?? theyre the most important thing ever now?

well if they’re the most important thing, i guess i’ll give you 2 PARTS!!

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VII - Vic

“Miss Sam Benki has entered the premises!” Our watchman runs in announcing, and I’m suddenly regretting every decision I’ve ever made.

I turn to the girl who is playing Veronica, who is ironically called Heather, and say, “I can’t do this.”

She laughs good-naturedly at me and takes hold of my shoulders squeezing them. “Of course you can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Yes you can, you’re doing it right now.”

“She’s going to think it’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that to me?”

“Because you’re ridiculous.”

I pout at her, blinking up at her with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“Look, you planned all this out, it’s really sweet, and Sam will think it’s great. Now you are going to go through with whether you like it or not. Get in your spot.”

“But—”

“Seriously you two are going to be gay and happy even if it kills me. Even Jill is fed up with you two, and she doesn’t even know you.”

“Easy for you to say with your cute grumpy-cat girlfriend. It’s so easy for you guys.”

Heather laughs. “It really isn’t. Seriously if you knew the drama of how we got together, you’d count yourself lucky. Now stop whining and get to your spot like I already told you!”

“So demanding,” I wink at her, “I like it.”

“Now!”

I finally move and just in time as well because our watchman directs Sam in and the music starts. Adam is in a band, and he wrote the lyrics for me and jammed it out with his boyfriend Colin and the rest of them. It’s nothing too elaborate, it basically details the events of that fateful night with a chorus that thanks the shit out of Sam. 

I’m serenading Sam with it with the female cast members. They were all cool and up for it. Probably because they’re all sick of me and my pining for Sam. They’re just glad something is finally happening.

Sam stands at the back of the hall as we perform on the stage. She leans casually against the wall, and I honestly cannot discern her expression. I have no idea what she’s thinking. Nada.

I catch her eyes, and they pour into mine. I get so captivated I forget a dance move and then I’m going in the wrong direction. Heather tries to guide me but it’s too late I’m already bashing into the others and falling over. Falling off the stage.

I hit the ground with a smack.

VIII - Sam

I wasn’t expecting for a song to be performed in honor of me. I certainly wasn’t expecting Victoria to mess up and fall off the stage while doing so. I’ve seen her perform countless times, I notice her, and she’s always perfect, so I have no idea what happened there. But I don’t have time to sort through an answer because Victoria just fell off the stage and I need to help her.

I run up to her and skid down to my knees at her side, “Are you okay?”

Victoria just laughs, squeezing her eyes tight before looking up at me. “My ego’s a bit bruised.”

“It could probably use that, just a little bit.”

“Hey!”

I smile softly. Smile. What’s with the correlation between Victoria and me smiling?

By this point, the others have reached Victoria, and they’re all asking if she is okay, well apart from the ones who are laughing their asses off.

“I’ll take her into the back room,” I suggest, “make sure she’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Heather says as if there’s innuendo to what I said. I squint at her as I help Victoria up.

When I’ve got her through the hall and to a chair next to a costume rail, I lie down on the carpet in front of her. “So,” I say.

“So,” Victoria says back.

“I’m guessing you’re pretty grateful?”

Victoria lets out something between a squeal and a groan and drops her head into her hands. “I just… I… I’m…” she fails to say whatever she wants to say.

I poke at her foot. “Hey, I really loved what you did.”

Victoria’s face peeks out from beneath her hands. “You did?”

“Of course. Those vine post-its where hilarious and I loved the song. So what if you fell off the stage? Even more entertainment for me eh?” There’s a pause as Victoria doesn’t say anything and I quickly add. “I didn’t mean that. I don’t actually think it’s funny that you fell over. Sorry. I get told I come across as harsh sometimes and I think it’s stuff like that when people don’t get that I’m joking and yeah…”

Victoria’s hands are completely gone from her face now, and she looks more relaxed at me being distressed. I guess she is usually the one who fucks up the talking with the two of us. Must be nice for it to be reversed. “I knew it was a joke. I’m glad you liked my dramatic showing of gratitude.”

“I really did.”

There’s a silence then. I don’t know if it’s an awkward silence. Honestly, I can never really tell, but it feels fine with me lying here with her sitting beside me, our breaths audible.

After a while I say, “I’m not really good at this.”

“At what?” Victoria asks. She leans down to look at me properly, so her hair is swinging in her face.

“I don’t know? Talking? Just… there’s a reason I’m such a loner.”

After a short moment of contemplation Victoria is sliding off her chair to lie down beside me on the floor. She turns her face to me, and we aren’t even an inch apart, “I think you’re doing just fine. Or at least as well as me,” she says this softly, and it’s quite a shift from her usual loud tone.

“We can be fuck ups together.”

“Me more than you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

This close I can see some the cracks in Victoria’s foundation and that some of her eyeshadow has fallen down to dust her eyelashes. I don’t think she has any makeup on her eyelashes though they’re naturally voluminous and dark. They should be illegal.

“Is that so?” Victoria says, and the cheek in it makes my stomach flip over.

“You don’t want to test me, Victoria. I will win every time.”

“I like that you call me Victoria,” she says catching me off guard. “Everyone else calls me Vic.”

I swear we’re slowly getting closer. So slowly it’s physically killing me. So slowly it could be a trick of my imagination.

“Victoria,” I say.

“Samantha,” she says.

I glance down at her lips, they’re shiny from lip gloss.

She glances down at my lips, I wonder what she sees.

I’m just about to tilt my head and put my hand on the back of her neck to pull her in when someone comes crashing into the room. It’s the director, Erin, and she comes in a flurry and the moment she spots us is basically shouting, “What are you two doing just lying on the floor? Don’t you know it’s our dress rehearsal tonight? Vic, go back on stage you’re wanted! Sam, come with me I need you to look at something for me. I think it’s broken.”

She spins around and starts walking just expecting me to follow her. I look at Victoria, and she looks at me. I get up and follow Erin.

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my dear anons don’t you threat the next instalment is here! thank you all for being interested in my lil story

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VI - Sam

“Excuse me, this was stuck to the inside of the book I was looking at,” a pretty woman, with a blue dress on, comes up to the desk to tell me. She shows me a bright pink post-it note with a message scrawled on it. This is the 6th time this has happened to me today.

I smile at the women saying, “That’s weird. I don’t know why that’s there. Thank you though I’ll take it.” Which is what I do, taking the post-it note from the women and smiling until she turns away when the smile immediately drops. Whoever said that frowning uses more muscles was a big fat liar. My cheeks always hurt after a shift in the library.

I read the post-it, and as expected it is an altered vine like the rest of them: Thank you, bitch! I ain’t ever gonna stop thanking you, bitch! My lips do twitch again at the corners. I know they’re from Victoria to me. They have to be. I don’t know when she did them, what motivated her to thank me in such a way, but it’s given me quite a laugh. I’m going to have to look through the books to find them all. At least all the books so far seem to have come from the LGBT+ section so I won’t have to scour the entire library.

I add the post-it to the pile I’ve started to collect. I have a read through them again, and while not all of them work really, I have to admit they’re creative. I would never think of something like this.

Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a person doing acts of great kindness for you.

Yo y’know this boy got his free essay written for him!

I don’t understand how someone can be as nice as you and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.

Miss Keisha! Miss Keisha! Miss KeISHA! Oh my fucking god! She fucking so great for what she did for me!

Chris is that a person that needs thanking?! I’m calling the police!

As I’m looking through them, touching them carefully as if they are a precious artefact and not obnoxiously neon notes with vines written on them, my work mum, Susan, comes sidling up beside me. I turn the notes over with a slam and hide them with my hand. I don’t really know why. They just feel private somehow.

I look at Susan, and she has mischief in her eyes. They’re glinting. “What are you smiling about?”

I’m about to protest, I’m ready to, but then I realise I am. I didn’t even notice.

“Shut up,” I grumble, but there’s no menace behind it. Susan takes off my snapback to ruffle my hair and then puts it back on the wrong way around, which means to say the right way around.

After Susan leaves laughing to return to her post I touch my cheeks. 

They ache.

[skyemacleod]

Hi all, I’m looking for beta readers for my contemporary YA ‘Too Little, Too Much’. It’s wlw story focusing on overcoming low self-esteem and trust issues that come from being bullied in childhood, among many other things. My main character has a lot of shit thrown at her and it’s interesting I promise... There’s a whole cast of characters I love with my whole heart and I’m sure you wouldn’t be able not to fall for too if you want to sign up.

Please fill out this form if you’re interested.

Thank you! I’ll be eagerly waiting for responses!!

[skyemacleod]

❤️❤️❤️I love vic and Sam so much!! It’s so cute!! can you post more please and thank you

how could i say no to such a lovely and nice ask?

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V - Vic

The first time I saw Sam Benski I fell out of my chair. Me and the girls playing the other Heathers were sat in a circle mucking about and casually singing ‘Candy Store’ as practice when Sam came in hauling a box of props. Honestly, I just gaped and abruptly stopped singing as I lost all train of thought.

She had on an all black entire with big boots and a beanie over her purple hair. Her face was settled into the biggest resting bitch face ever and was equal measures intriguing and daunting. I’m probably just being my overdramatic self, but I swear my heart stopped for a second.

The falling happened when I tried to keep my eyes on her for so long that I strained my neck and leaned back in my chair until I toppled over.

This one moment set a precedent for how I would continue to be with Sam. I contented myself with catching glances of her now and then, or rather staring at her long enough to seem like a creepy maniac, but eventually, my fellow castmates got so sick of me that they forced me to interact. 

The thing is I kept chickening out. I got too scared, too ruffled. The closest I got was one time when I finally managed to approach her only to run away. Like literally run away. I thought that was the most embarrassing thing I could ever do. Apparently, I was wrong. I didn’t know what was to come and how my first time speaking with Sam would actually go.

“And she was so nice about it when she should have just left me to rot in front of the library,” I say to my best friend who I’ve been retailing the story of last night to, in my bedroom. “She wrote my assessment for me, Adam! Well, half of it but still! Like who does that? Who in this pit of a world is ever that kind? And I didn’t even thank her because I ran away like the pathetic coward I am.”

“She’s certainly a better person than me. I definitely would’ve told you to piss off.”

I groan and put my face in my hands and peek through my fingers at Adam while I say, “I think I might’ve told her I wanted to have sex with her.”

“Well, you do…”

“I don’t want her to know that!”

“I can’t believe that is what you did when you ran away from Colin and me. I knew we should’ve kept an eye on you, but Colin kept saying you weren’t a baby and could look after yourself. As per usual he was wrong.”

“Human Colin—”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Well, we have to distinguish between him and my cat somehow. My Colin came first.”

“I still can’t believe you named your cat Colin.”

“Neither can I. I’m a weirdo. Speaking of, can we get back to the topic at hand.”

“The one when you drunkenly made a full of yourself in front of the hot stagehand you’ve been lusting after from afar for ages?”

I flop face down onto my bed with all the dramatics of being the theatre gay I am. I scream into my pillow for a few moments before turning over and looking at Adam, begging him to pity me. He’s not looking at me though. He’s at my dressing table using my makeup to try out his aspiring drag queen look. He’s not doing too well at it despite him thinking his gay instincts would take over and make him do it perfectly first time.

“I hate myself.”

“I hate you too,” Adam says not looking away from his reflection.

“Thanks for the moral support there, bud.” I throw a pillow at him but miss, and it ends up sending papers flying off my desk. I don’t even care. My life’s already over.

“Well, you’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“You’re a mess. A big stinking hot mess.”

“I’m going to die alone.”

“Yep.”

“Adam.”

“Vic.”

“Help me!”

Adam sighs and puts the makeup brush he’s holding down before turning to me. He crosses his legs and puts his hand on his knees, his face transforming into I mean business mode. “Okay, I think I know how we can fix this but you’re going to owe me.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, now how are we supposed to fix this?”

“You, my dear Victoria, are going to woe her.”

I laugh thinking he’s joking, but then I realise he’s not and fear settles in my stomach. “What? How?”

Adam grins, and it’s wicked. “I have a plan.”

[skyemacleod]

anymore sam and vic?

well since you asked…

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IIII - Sam

The next morning Victoria nearly escapes without seeing me but I walk out the staffroom just in time to see her hurrying to the exit. She doesn’t look as bad as she did last night: she’s washed her face, and taken her messed up makeup off, to reveal a cute fresh face. She’s all flustered and her red cheeks are reminding me of apples. She has my jumper on and she’s swamped in it, it’s just as long as her dress on her. It’s adorable. She’s adorable.

“Victoria!” I call and she stops but I can just tell she’s thinking, shit! I jog over to her saying, “Just going to steal my jumper where you?”

“Oh no sorry, I was going to wash it for you and then give it back. I’m sorry. Here —” she starts to take the jumper off and I put a hand on her arm to stop her.

“I was just joking. It’s fine, really. You can keep it for all I care.”

Victoria pauses, looking at a loss for what to do, what to say. She just stands there and then looks directly at my hand which is still on her arm. I quickly withdraw it and end up scratching the back of my neck with it instead.

When Victoria still doesn’t say anything, and I have no idea how to fill the silence, I go over to the printer to grab our collaborative essay since I left it there last night (or rather a couple hours ago). I return with it outstretched to Victoria. “Take this,” is all I say.

Victoria doesn’t even look at it, she doesn’t even look at me. Her eyes are trained on her heels as she stutters, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alri—” I start to say but she’s not really listening to me, she’s to caught up in her embarrassment and trying to get away.

“I have to—I have to go. Sorry.”

And I just let her. She pushes through the main doors hastily and I watch her fly out into the early morning light.

[skyemacleod]

skshkkjakj i love your story, the theatre setting is PERFECT and it makes me want to be part of the theatre tech team at school next year omg. i need MORE, it’s so gOod (also that harry potter reference? excellent. same sam.)

THANK YOUU so damn much ahhh!! you need more you say? well…

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III - Sam

Victoria ends up falling asleep to my dismay. I debate taking her phone and calling someone (Adam?) to come get her, but I’m pretty sure it’s in her bra and yeah…no. In the end, I just accept the fate of this night. I go get a beanbag from the children’s area and lower her head gently onto it, and then I take off my oversized black jumper and lay it over her as a blanket substitute.

I leave the toilets with the intention of going to collapse on the staff room sofa, but as I’m walking in that direction, I see that the computer is still on. I go over to it, and it’s on standby so I shoogle the mouse and log in again. Victoria’s essay is up, and I can’t help but look at what it’s on. It takes me only a moment to realise it’s a psychology assessment I did last year. I scroll down reading on and realise she’s written half of it already. What she has got done is extremely good, a much higher level than what I did. She must be really clever. Academically clever that is, she a bloody idiot with her life choices. At least the ones I know of.

I look at the essay and at the blinking text cursor. The library is silent apart from the ticking of the wall clock. The cursor mocks me while I think. I think of my dinky single bed. I think of how my brother will definitely blackmail me if he sees me coming home late. I think of the pained and desperate way Victoria said she needed to get this assessment done. Then I’m doing it, I’m going over to get my backpack and rooting in it to see if I have my pen drive with me. I find I do and for once I see purpose behind me keeping all my documents from everything I ever do.

Before I go back to the computer, I make myself some coffee. I’m slurping at it as I sit down again and plug in my pen drive and pull up the essay I’m going to reword for an acquaintance at best. I take a gulp of my coffee, crack my knuckles, and get to work.

[skyemacleod]

ok but i just read your sam and vic story thing and i,,,love,,,it? when do you think you'll post the next part?

ah i’m so, so happy you like it!! right now angel, i’m posting it right here, right now! 

II - Sam

Victoria is throwing up. It’s not the first thing she did when I let her in. No, firstly she pressured me into logging into a computer for her, and then logged into her google drive and pulled up her assessment. She cried again the second she looked at it. It was then that the vomiting began. Luckily, thank God’s hairy balls, she made it to the toilets.

Surprise, surprise, I don’t really know what to do, but I try my best. I rub soothing circles on her back, and I hold back her hair when it starts getting in her face. I wish I had a bobble, but since my own hair is in a pixie cut, I don’t use them.

When Victoria seems to have stopped, at least for the moment, and is laying unresponsive with her head on the toilet bowl, I decide to go get her some water. I take the largest mug we have in the staff room and go back with it filled to the top with water.

She turns to me, her eyes hazed, when I return, and I just thrust the water at her commanding, “Drink.”

She does. She chugs the whole thing as if she’s still out on her bender and then is promptly sick again afterwards. I start rubbing at her back again.

“You seem so intimidating, but you’re nice.” Victoria says when she lifts her head again, “Why are you so nice?”

“Well, I… um…”

“Honestly you’re an angel. So lovely. Lovely dovely.”

I roll my eyes. “And you’re drunky wunky.” I mimic her voice when I say this, and then I feel mean but, like, she is being ridiculous.

We go into silence after that, Victoria phasing in and out of this world, me questioning how on earth this whole thing happened. Why would God ever make something like this happen in my path in life? For the shits and giggles probably. At least it’s more exciting than usual, disgusting sure, but it certainly isn’t mundane.

Victoria gags and drools into the toilet. She lets her head drop onto the seat. “Fuck me,” she groans.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better.”

“I’d like that,” Victoria says, and I don’t think she realises she said it aloud. I smirk into the palm of my hand. “Spend these thirty hours gettin’ freaky,” Victoria sings this weakly, and I almost don’t understand what she’s saying. But then her voice grows, gaining the aura of drunken karaoke, “Yeah! I need it hard! I’m a dead girl walkin’.”

She’s singing a song from the musical, and for some reason, it’s endearing to me. I can’t stop myself from smiling. And when she tries to get me to join in, I find myself doing it. So there I am in a public library toilet singing ‘Dead Girl Walking’ at a progressively increasing volume until I’m shout-singing with my arms outstretched. It’s weird, such a bizarre fucking situation, but I’m grinning so much my face hurts. I haven’t felt a burst of happiness like this in a long time.

[skyemacleod]

Sam and Vic

I - Sam

“It’s you,” she says with the biggest grin on her face, looking at me in wonder.

My breath catches in my throat. This is understandable because the girl looks like a high femme Hayley Kiyoko with black hair. Truly the hottest of the hot and my heart stutters before her.

It’s Victoria Sae.

I know of Victoria but I don’t know her. I’m a stagehand for the production of Heathers in which she is Heather Duke. We’ve never actually talked. The closest we’ve gotten was one time when she came up to me only to run away again. That was weird.

This is weird. Victoria being here, right now in the manner that she is. I stayed at the library far later than I should because I just really didn’t want to go home and there was nobody to stop me. I’ve been sitting in the locked up library reading, living my childhood dream, and I was just managing to force myself to leave when I heard thunderous knocking on the main entrance door. And now here I am faced with Victoria who looks completely smashed with smudged makeup and a skimpy pink velvet dress.

I lean against the door frame and raise my eyebrows. This is my go-to tactic when I’m trying to look cool. I’m quite good at it. I’m pretty sure I’ve mastered the art which is laughable considering what a loser I actually am.

I give Victoria a look that says, explain.

“Why are you here?” she asks still looking at me like I’m an angel from the heavens. It’s both unnerving and boosting my ego.

“I’m the library assistant here. I think it’s your presence here that’s under question.”

“My laptop’s broken.”

“And what? You needed your porn fix? Well, I’m afraid the computers here are censored. We do have some erotica though if that’ll fulfil your needs. But you’ll have to wait until the morning for that since it’s past midnight and the library has been closed for quite some time.”

Victoria blushes and shakes her head wildly, “No, no, I forgot to do it. I need to do it.”

“Need to do what? Come on, Victoria, work with me here.”

“You know my name?” She’s mystified, like I’ve handed her a present just by saying her name.

“I do indeed, now can you please explain what’s up?”

“I went on a night out with my friends but then I remembered I have my assessment due tomorrow. I left it until the last minute, like always, because I’m an idiot. I need to do it. My project. I can’t fail. My laptop’s broken so I need to do it here. Please let me in.”

I honestly don’t know what to do. She looks so lost, like a confused toddler, and just keeps marvelling at me as if I’m her saviour. She’s begging me to help with her eyes.

“Look I, um, you can’t do your assessment right now. You’re obviously drunk so it won’t exactly be any good anyway, will it? And I’m not even supposed to be here, I can’t very well let random people in after hours. Just… do you have a friend you can call to come get you? Help you get home?”

“Adam,” is all Victoria says. Wow, this girl is out of it.

“You want to call Adam?”

“No!” She’s completely anguished at my suggestion. “I need to do my assessment! It’s already been extended. I’ll be killed. Or I’ll fail. Same difference.”

“Or worse expelled,” I say quoting Hermione Granger and putting on a posh English accent. Yeah, I don’t know how people can see me as cool, how on earth I have a reputation for it.

Victoria furrows her eyebrows. “What?”

“Nevermind. I’m sure your teacher will understand and if they don’t it’s not the end of the world is it?”

“I won’t get into uni,” she mumbles her voice cracking and disjointed, “I just…I need to go to uni. I want it so badly.”

I waver at that. I relate to the desperate need to leave and I don’t know anything about Victoria, I don’t know if that’s the reason she wants to go to uni, if she’s just being overdramatic because she’s drunk, but I imagine her tiptoeing around her family. I picture her feeling as though she’s not worth anything and is only a nuisance in her home, locking herself in her room and squeezing her eyes tight under the covers. I imagine she’s like me and I waver.

But I don’t waver enough since I say, “I’m sorry but I can’t let you in.”

And then Victoria does the most horrifying thing: she bursts into tears. I stare on helpless as she collapses into herself, tears starting to stream down her face.

Fuck.

I can’t deal with crying. I just don’t know what to do and I face everything myself with quiet anger. Sadly, I’m just like the suppressed males of this world.

Victoria snorts and wipes at her face, smearing her eye makeup down her cheek.

I’m stone. I will not yield. I will not succumb to the power of the tears.

“Okay,” I say panicked, “You can come in.”

right so this is probably a weird way to format a story but i’m cautiously thinking it’ll work. so let me know if you like sam and vic, my disaster lesbians, and if you want to hear any more of their story :)

[skyemacleod]

'Are you wearing that?’ he said. I looked down. I was wearing my Batman onesie. ‘Yes,’ I said, 'Problem?’ 'So many,’ he said, turning around. 'So many problems.'

Radio Silence, by Alice Oseman

I love this quote by @chronicintrovert because these entire few pages are so funny and I just adore Frances and Daniel’s dynamic so, so much. I had to re-read this section so many times because it just makes me smile :)

[skyemacleod]

'What are you? Gay, straight, all-around horny, what?��� “Er, straight?” “Are you sure that you’re straight?’

Solitaire, by Alice Oseman

This is one of my favourite @chronicintrovert quotes because the whole interaction is kinda hilarious and I love how Michael flips the conversation on its head like oh you care if I’m straight what about you eh? And Tori‘s just like oh shit you right idk

[skyemacleod]

Someone wanted a waveform image of Sam punching Damien, so here you go

[skyemacleod]

who wants to see my cats when they were kittens