Re: [No. 3 to No. 24: Iris & Sam]
Sam didn't get the concept of being out of someone's league. Maybe she'd been out of Neil's, who was rich as a person could fucking BE. Maybe she was out of Cris' league, because he was hot and a cop and the guy everyone in town wanted to fuck. But Sam never thought about that shit. Sometimes, she thought about making Cris look bad, yeah? Or about BEING bad for him. But that wasn't the same. It was an understanding of just how slumming she was for someone like Cris. She was dumb, Sam, but she wasn't THAT dumb.
And Sam wasn't thinking about previous conversations or anything. She STILL didn't get why Iris ran the fuck off last time. There hadn't even been yelling or anything, so it didn't make a lot of sense to Sam. But Sam grew up with family squabbles all the time, yeah? And disagreements didn't mean you bailed and went a state away. Nah, man, family was forever in Sam's opinion. Good, bad, whatever, family always stuck, and they always loved each other.
Slow as fuck, but Sam noticed the flinch. Slow, so she noticed it after she'd already started soaping Iris' cheeks with her fingers. But, yeah, she noticed, and she raised those soapy hands in some kind of fucking surrender. Ok, she'd hit Iris before, so maybe she deserved that shit. She stepped back, and she rinsed her hands in the sink and turned off the water. She was clean enough, no blood left stick on her, and she smelled like laundry soap instead of sweat and metal.
Damp, Sam slipped the pants over Cris' boxers, and the boy's t-shirt clung tight to tits and slightly rounded belly. "But we OFFERED to help." It was Sam's immediate thought, yeah? Back then, they'd offered to help. And maybe it was pointless bullshit, revisiting shit that couldn't be changed. There was no altering the past, and Sam knew that better than anyone. Live in the moment. Move forward, yeah? She backed up, and she picked up her bloody clothes and tossed them into the first open washer. She'd add Iris' dirty things in too, yeah? If Iris handed them over. "You were so...?" Dazed, eyes a little unfocused, but Sam still ASKED.