Notes:

Additional Cast:

 Jessica Parker Kennedy as Sam Harris

 Nick Zano as Alex Summers

Robin's POV

'Ok she's been sleeping for 10 hours straight, I think she must be ok now, I'd better go wake her up', I think to myself, while eating pancakes. My uncle left breakfast and coffee in the kitchen before he left, and I am so grateful for that, because I am starving and I'm too lazy to make breakfast.

When my uncle saw me on the couch this morning, he woke me up asking me if I was feeling ok or needed him to take me to my room. As I explained to him that a friend got drunk and had to bring her home with me, he smirked, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast as I dozed off again. Now I am up, and I do have things to do, so Sophie has to go, ASAP.

I look at my phone, now fully charged, and see a few missed messages from Sam.

From Sam: hey are you OK? You left without saying anything. I thought we had plans?

Oh yes, shit, we had. We were gonna go to her place after the party for a sleepover (and sleepover only) but I got distracted by Sophie's state. I type my reply pouting. Damn her drunken ass, she ruined my plans!

To Sam: hey I'm really sorry about our night, something came up. Can we do it tonight? I can make dinner and we can do Netflix and chill??

I wait, but no answer comes, which means she is still sleeping...speaking of sleeping.. Sophie... She has to go.

I open the door and peek inside. The room semi dark, and small breathing noises reach my ears. I turn on the light and then approach the bed and sit next to her. I look at how peaceful she looks, drooling on my pillow and with a heavy heart, I shake her shoulder.

Sophie's POV

"Hmmmm stop." I mourn at my little brother. He always does that to wake me up and, although I love him to death, I don't want to wake up. I feel so tired and I have a headache that makes me nauseous. The shaking stops for a moment, and I am ready to fall asleep again when I feel movement next to me, and then I hear a voice.

"I am sorry, but you have to wake up." It takes a minute to register that this voice in not my brother's, or Joseph's...what is going on?

I open my eyes slowly, and they fall on her right away. Robin. Why is she here?

In order to solve the mystery, I take a look around. This isn't my room...... Where am I?

Robin must have sensed my discomfort, because moments later, she talks.

"Hey so...you are in my room, this is my house...uhmm." I look at her trying to remember last night: I fought with Joss, I drank, a lot, I sat on the stairs, then Robin was there, then I am sitting on the road, a car...Robin holding a towel... Robin unbuttoning my shirt....

I stiffen. Jaw dropping and heart racing. I peek under the covers, and I feel like I am about to faint. I am half naked only in my underwear and my bra, in Robin's room, naked -did I mention naked already? I instantly feel dizzy, and I don't think I can breathe very well...am I having a panic attack?

I feel her eyes on me and when I look up, she seems nervous as well. That's when I let it hit me: I got drank and I slept with her...I slept with her...her, as in a girl...I slept with a girl...I slept with someone! Oh my god, I had my first time? Please don't do this to me.... Please be a nightmare!

I gather my courage and ask her frankly.

"Please tell me we didn't." And just like that, I feel tears running down my cheeks. Please say no..

"No...no, we...no. You were drank and there was nothing else I could do, so I brought you here.....I slept on the couch...we didn't..." She mumbles waiting for my reaction. When I heard her saying 'no', I felt so relieved! Thank you, God!

"Oh, thank God" I say out loud and Robin gets up from the bed. Wait....she saw me naked.. she took my clothes off. Who gave her the right? No one has ever seen me naked! I feel awful just by wearing my swimsuit for crying out loud, and she saw me naked?

Now, instead of panic I feel anger. She saw me without my consent...I kinda feel violated.

"You took my clothes off?" I bark, getting up as well... wait I'm naked... I cover myself with the sheet and ask angrily. "What did you do with my clothes?" I glare at her.

Robin's POV

Is she yelling at me right now? What the fuck is going on?

"Hey, there's no need to yell, your clothes are on my desk. Here." I said giving her her shirt and jeans. She takes them rather aggressively and looks at me furious.

"Well turn around!". She orders me. I feel my blood boiling, so fucking try to calm myself. That girl has the biggest steak up her ass. Who the hell does she think she is? I fucking helped her, so where's my thank you?

I do not move a muscle. If she wants to change, she will have to go to the bathroom. This is my room, and she owes me a thank you! We spent seconds staring each other and, if looks good kill, I would be in 6 feet under already. When she realizes that I won't turn around, she puffs and starts putting her clothes on, clearly not wanting to lose this argument. And when I think that this is the end of round one, I heard her whispering "freaking perv."

Now, here is the thing. I learnt not to mind terms like 'lesbian' and the synonyms thrown at me in a hurtful way.. No... but.. Perv? She called me a perv? All I did was help her! I didn't even look at her while undressing her so that she won't feel uncomfortable, because I know how straight girls think, given situations like that. Like we lust over them when they take their clothes off, like we are some horny girls that go crazy in the sight of flesh. That's why I don't have that many straight girl friends, well, I do have some, but they are not crazy like her!

Besides angry, I feel something else, though. Sad? Haven't felt that for a while to be honest. But now, I think sadness is knocking anger out, taking over all my senses. I don't know what I was thinking, to be honest. She was an asshole to me that day at class and a freaked out bitch at the coffee shop when she saw me and Sam being close to each other, turning her head disgusted by us, and is an asshole to me right now.... I helped her last night, so, what? We would be friends? As if she would be friends with me, or me with her! The girl woke up in my bed and thought I took advantage of her! No.. stop feeling sorry for yourself you fucking chicken.. Go back to anger!!! Hell is about to break loose...

"I'm sorry, what?" I say taking a step towards her, now fully dressed, with an angry look on her face.

"You heard me! what.. am I wrong? You undressed me without my will, and I am pretty sure you took a good look at me while at it!" She yells once again. "Am I supposed to say thank you? Well, guess what, I won't".

That's it!

I march forward and grab her wrist with force, making her look at me.

"You wanna know why you should be thankful?" I start yelling too... that's not a good sign.. I get no answer from her, so I continue. " Because if it weren't for me, you would be waking up at someone else's place, probably raped, so yes, you should be grateful to the lesbian perv who took you to her place, undressed you after YOU asked her to, and got YOU fucking pills and fucking breakfast ready downstairs. That's why you should be grateful, bitch."

I let her wrist go and breath heavily.. I can feel my cheeks burning and I know for sure my angry tears will make an appearance, sooner or later. Before she says anything back, and struggling to keep it in myself for a bit longer, I give her one last look and say "Get out. Now!"

Without giving another look, I run to the bathroom and close the door with force. Fuck you, Sophie! Fuck you!

I sit on the floor with my back against the door, taking a trip down to memory lane as all the times I've been teased, come back to mind. Picture after fucking picture.... of unjustified cruelty... comments I did not deserve, glares I did nothing to earn.. I never did anything to deserve them, I never harmed anyone....... and these pictures fuel my anger, making me cry harder, feeling it consume me.

I don't know how long I spent in the bathroom, but when I come out she is nowhere to be seen.

I take my phone from my sweatpants and text Sam again: Can you come over? Please.. I need my friend.

I type with trembling hands thinking....please be awake now Sam...please I can't... My eyes water again and my eyesight is getting blurry, as I curse myself for crying like a child.

Right on time though, my phone vibrates, signaling Sam's call. I take a deep breath and answer the phone, wiping the tears off my cheek.

"Ro, what happened, are you ok?" She asks before I make a sound. She sounds worried, and I feel guilty for that... for making her worry about me.. I start crying again, and I try to make a sound but nothing comes out. I just sit there, sniffling and missing breaths.

"Ro?" And seconds later... "Are you home?" Finally my mouth works again and I whisper 'yes'.

"I am coming over, ok, Ro? Please take a deep break, ok? Stay on the phone with me blondie...breathe for me Ro." She begs and I can hear her getting ready. I take her advice and breathe in... Out... and in again... and then I whisper a faint 'Sam' this time, and she takes it as a sign to speak. "Good Ro, you are doing good, don't stop...I will bring ice cream, ok?"

"Ok" I say a bit louder now.

"Good, I'm getting in the car, I will be there in 10...keep breathing Ok?" And I can hear the car starting.

"Please be quick." I say and she reassures me once again...we end the call and I lay on my bed waiting, facing the wall. All this crying got me so exhausted and I just feel so tired and numb, so, I close my eyes and start counting my breaths till Sam gets here..

Sophie's POV

Her angry words hit me hard. God, I'm such an idiot.. I called her a perv? Oh god, why am I such an idiot?... fine... a bitch. She shuts the bathroom door and I stay there numb, looking at the door. She is right...My night could have been a lot worse. I could have been in danger if it weren't for her.

I don't generally feel bad about upsetting people, I mean, I don't care about strangers' feelings, but right now, I wish those words had never left my mouth.

I take a few steps towards the bathroom, contemplating whether to knock the door or just leave... but.... the closer I get to the door.... the clearer I can hear her sobs. My head falls, my heart feels heavy and the knock on the door never comes. Instead, I grab my things and leave the house.

Once outside, I realize I don't know where I am, and that I have no car. Great! I call Joss but it goes to voicemail...of course. Moving on to the next candidate, I call Vanessa, who answers right away - thank god!

"Hey, Vanessa, sorry to wake you!" Who would have thought I would apologize to my high school rival one day...

"Hey Sophie, how are you feeling? Are you still with Robin?".......wait, how did she know?

"Ummm, how did you know about that?" I ask confused.

"Robin called me last night to tell me she would take you to her place, so that we wouldn't worry. She texted me her address too, in case something happened." What? She did that? She did that for me...

"Oh ok...umm. Listen, I have like, no money on me and no keys because I thought I would go back home with Joss, but he isn't answering...so, do you mind if I could take a cab to yours and borrow some money to pay for it? Joss can come get me from your place...I know it's a lot to ask." God, how the mighty have fallen...

"Hey, slow down. You don't even have to ask, Ok? Just take a cab and text me when you get close to the dorms." She tells me and once again I feel guilty for being such a bitch to her...wow, a lot of guilt is going around today...never getting drunk again.

"Thanks. I'll text you." I hang up and raise my hand for a cab. 20 minutes later, Vanessa and I make our way to her room.

Robin's POV

The next thing I feel after spacing out, is Sam's arms around me, spooning me. She holds onto me tight, but I can't turn around to face her. She rests her head on my shoulder and reaches for my hand. We intertwine our fingers without exchanging any words and she starts drawing patterns on the back of my hand to calm me. She breaks the silence a few minutes later, with a calm voice "Shhh...it's ok, Ro... let it all out, I am here."

She removes her hand from mine and I momentarily miss the warmth. She gets up a bit, but comes back to bed again, being my big spoon. She brings her one hand next to mine again, but this time, she is holding her phone. I watch her as she opens the music app and searches for a song through her list of favourites. "Close your eyes" she says and I obey... I feel her holding my hand again and as I take a relieved breath, the song starts.

It took 6 songs for me to calm down and stop crying from anger. At song number 4, I turned around and hugged her back, eyes still closed. She caressed my face for a few times and kissed my temple twice. As the 6th song ends, I open my eyes and stare at her. She gives me an encouraging smile, and asks the obvious question 'what happened?'

It took 2 songs to tell her everything. Both what happened, and how it felt. She listened, nodding a few times, throwing a few 'bitch' and eye rolling some more. Once I was done she made her statement.

"She did a number on you, didn't she? You are hurt." That confused me... what?

"How am I hurt? I just told you I am angry and that I kicked her out, and I surely don't plan on talking to her again, or dealing with her ass in any way!" I tell her and I escape from her embrace, sitting straight on the bed. She follows my movement and now were are facing each other.

"When was the last time you let a stranger break you?" Her question unexpected.

"What... Uhhmm... Never...." which is true... well, partially. I never let anyone see me break with their cruel comments and the attitude. (When I told my uncle about my preferences, at the age of 13, we sat on the couch and he prepared me for what would be people's reaction, especially at school.. He looked at me and told me: strangers are gonna be mean to you and call you names, it will hurt you, but I will not allow you to be broken over it. These people mean nothing to you, they don't know you, and neither do you know them, so their words have no meaning. You will only have to care about what the people you love think. Not strangers. Those words always came to mind when people were being simply people around me. I took it as a champ, head held high, betraying no emotion, never answering back and when I would return home, he would hug me tight and whisper to me, as I told what they said to me or how they acted, seething from anger and hurt, his exact words were: I love you kiddo, they are nobody. You are my world and I am yours.)

"I won't let anyone break me." I state again, wondering where Sam is going with this..

"Exactly. Which is why I am saying this right now...her words hurt you. What she said hurt you to the point it broke you..I haven't seen you like that..." She says shrugging.

"No Sam. I am not hurt, ok? Seriously, that's crazy. She is crazy! And an asshole, on the verge of racism! I felt bad last night after I made fun of her, so that's why I helped her...I don't care, ok? I am just pissed at her, cause it was unfair, all I did was help, I did not deserve the cruel comment.." I raise my voice, refusing to deny some truth in her words.

"Ro, I am on your side in this, ok? She is a little brat that made my best friend a mess.. which means I hate her.... Seriously, if I had her in front of me, I would totts slap her...but forget about it, alright? She doesn't deserve this. She is a bitch, so no more dealing with her or feeling bad about it, ok?"

"Yeah, you are right. I am done talking about her so let's forget it happened.I am not going back to the old days, what's done is done. Next time we see her, maybe we can slap her together?" I suggest and Sam starts laughing hysterically, pretty sure she made it a picture in her head, and when Sam is laughing like that it's only a matter of seconds to make me join too...and I just made it a picture..so we end up crying from laughing, taking us minutes to stop. Once normal again, Sam gets up from bed grinning.

"Let's go lover girl, ice cream awaits!" With that, she drugs me out of bed.

"Chill woman!" I laugh and take her hand. We make our way downstairs and I sit on the couch, while she goes to get the ice cream. I put a movie on, as she comes back holding my favorite flavor and 2 spoons. We devour it in record time while commenting on the movie, as fellow film students, and laugh at the script and the stereotypes.... seriously, how many times can you fall while a killer is after you?

When it ends, we stay silent, looking at the screen. I am the one to break the silence.

"Sorry I worried you Sam, and sorry for bailing on you last night" I apologize, because she deserves it.

"Don't even think about it, blondie. I am here for you as you were there for me. You are my friend, a hot one, who I occasionally have sex with, but my friend nevertheless. As for last night...well....I kinda met someone." She says with a wink.

"What? Shut up! Who? Is she hot? Show me her Facebook and Instagram profile!!" She chuckles and grabs her phone.

"Here, see for yourself Ro." I take the phone and look at the pictures.

Wow. She looks nice. She has light brown hair and I think green eyes, a cute nose and plump lips, not to mention her cheekbones. In the photo I am looking at, she is eating a cupcake. Omg, such a cutie! I scroll till I find a whole picture of her, for fashion reasons, I swear, and when I find one, I grin like a wolf.

"You lucky bitch, look at those legs!" I toss her the phone pouting. "Can we share?" Her punch came quicker than I expected.

"Nope we can't" she says annoyed.

"God, Sam why are you so greedy?" I tease her, enjoying seeing her like this.

"Fuck you, dork. Stop teasing me, or I start bitching about miss Republican."

"Fair enough. But I need details, bitch. Tell me everything!" We spent our afternoon talking about Sam's crush, Nicky. I haven't seen Sam so excited about someone in a long time, and I couldn't be happier. I really hope it works out this time, because I want her happy and smiling.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Feel free to share your thoughts!