Mid giggle, I stopped. Anna stopped too and frowned at me.
"Nothing." I muttered climbing off of her. "I just need the toilet." I put on a smile for her. "Put your bra on."
"Not on your life." She stuck her tongue out.
I went in to the en-suite and sat on the toilet. That was... strange. Everything was how it had been. Normal, Anna and I. And then I had brushed her skin as I'd tried to lift her top and everything switched. Her feelings for me were still getting in the way. And this time it wasn't her fault. It was mine.
I sighed loudly and shook my head. The bed. Trying to take her top off. It had struck a little too close. I scratched my arm and frowned. That's what all this was like. An itch that wouldn't go away. This extra link, this love that she felt for me... Now she was trying to ignore it and it was affecting my thoughts instead. I wanted to get over it, and I was the one holding on.
I took a deep breath and stood up, flushing the toilet and washing my hands. Then I checked my face in the mirror and went back in to the bedroom.
"Where's the bra?" I asked Anna, who was still sitting on the bed. Mine and Sam's bed.
"I'm wearing it." She grinned.
She yanked up her top to display the bra. I blinked and looked away.
"Oh. Ok. Not a liar."
"Nope. You alright?" She asked. I glanced back and saw she'd put the top down. I smiled in relief.
"Yup. Just freaked about Freddy. Don't think I'll be able to be alone in the dark for a while."
"You won't be." She smiled. I looked at her, concerned that she meant her. "Because of Sam?" She frowned. "You're really not good with horror films are you?"
Oh. Right. Sam. SAM!
"Nope. Come on. Let's get back to the others." I unlocked the door and hurried down the corridor. Ali and Megan were sitting on the sofa talking quietly. They looked up when I jogged in. "Where's Sam?"
"She went out." Ali said looking a little embarrassed. "Said we needed more beer."She gave a pointed look to the crate of beer that was still full on the counter. "She put on some of the clothes from the dryer and just... went."
"What's up?" Anna asked, appearing from the hallway.
"Which door did she use?" I asked.
"Fire escape." Megan pointed.
"I'll be back." I muttered, grabbing a jumper and pulling it over my top. I slipped on my boots that were at the door and went out. As the door shut I heard Anna asking the other two what was going on.
I ran down the steps and through the alley to the street. There! I saw Sam crouching by the wall of the building opposite, her head in her hands. Shit.
"Sam?" I knelt tentatively next to her. "Sam, what are you doing out here?"
"Go away Cara."
I looked at her stunned for a moment.
"Yes." She said forcefully.
"Sam, I'm not-"
"-Cara, for once will you just listen to me? Go away."
"No. Besides, it'd be weird if I actually started listening to you." I thought I heard a slight chuckle coming from under her arms. I stroked her arm but she moved it away and looked at me through angry, tear-stained eyes. "Oh Sam..."
"I've never had anyone hurt me like you Cara, never."
"-I know you've done nothing wrong. Or at least, the sensible part of me knows that. But I get so jealous, and you were trying to put her bra on in our bedroom..."
"I know I know. And that was silly, so soon after everything. I know. But I want to move on from that. I want Anna and I to be best friends again. I want you to love me, keep loving me. I don't want to hurt you. But I don't want to lose her, as a friend, either."
"I'm not going to ask you to. Just... I just don't want you touching her. Or her to touch you. I get this rage inside me as soon as I see your skin touch. This evening has been so good and then I could hear you in the bedroom and all the pain returned..." Her face went stony and she stood up. I followed. "I just need to be alone for a bit."
"I'm not going back there without you."
"Then don't. Just leave me be for a bit Cara."
"Cara for god's sake..."
"Sam cut the crap. It's just your brusied ego talking."
"Doesn't matter if it is or not. I just want to calm down. You shouldn't see me mad."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it."
"I'm damn sure you can't." She growled and started marching away.
"Sam wait!" I caught her arm but she pulled it from my grasp.
"Damn it Cara!" She yelled and pushed me against the wall she had just recently been crouching in front of. She glared at me, eyes blazing, as I clung to her jacket desperately.
"Kiss me." I whispered, letting go of one sleeve of her jacket to stroke her cheekbone. Tears spilled out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and she let go of my shoulder and grabbed my face, pulling it to hers. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, pulling her against the wall with me.
"Stop." She muttered against my lips when I let her come up for air. "Stop driving me wild."
"I can't help it any more than you can."
"I think you like doing it."
"Driving you mad?"
"Not when it hurts you." I wiped the tears from her face and rested my forehead against hers. "Not when it makes you hurt like this."
"I shouldn't have pushed you. I can't get a hold on my anger when something like this... I'm sorry."
"Hey. As long as you're no actually a psychopath I think I can cope."
"You think I have skeletons in my closet?"
"Do NOT say that after that bloody film." I blanched. "Remind me to never watch horrors again. I'll have to have someone with me when it gets dark for a week!"
"I accept that job." She whispered, burying her head in my neck. "If you promise to never try removing Anna's top again, while we're together."
"I promise. And I didn't, if that helps. Lift her top up I mean."