vanilla twilight xx goldie

[deimos]

Sam didn't quite honestly know if they were friends. Sure, they treated her like one of their own, but did they really consider her a friend? She was a shut in, worthy only to be friends with her vice. "M.. most of them I can trust. Two I can't right now." She raised a paw, itching the back of her neck awkwardly. She looked back out across the water. Beck- she hated beck. Leroy just confused her. Couldn't he see that Beck was the cause of these problems? Sam didn't want him dead or anything- she just wanted to stop having the blame. Her eyes closed, her ears perking at her next statement.

She glanced towards Goldie as she spoke, her eyes wide open. Why was Goldie tellin' her all of this? It seemed almost inconcievable that she'd, yknow, actually get to talk to someone personally or one on one. She blinked, then looked back towards the water. She relaxed slowly, listening both to Goldie's quiet voice and the waters washing against the shore. It was peaceful here, better then the constant fear of finding a frog with six legs or coming muzzle to muzzle with a gator.

However, as she said Beck, and laughed, her eyes closed. "Beck is a sore spot with me right now. Burned all m' cigs." Sam sighed, opening her eyes. Her eyes were narrowed, squinted in anger. It was clearly more than a sore spot, more like an open wound.

"SPEECH"

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