A Twisted Up Frown, Disguised As A Smile

[acontrollist]

Rachel isn't one to make impulsive decisions. She usually takes as long as possible to think things through, weighing the pros and cons of each outcome.

She obviously didn't do that tonight, since she's standing in Sam Evan's doorway, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

Honestly, she doesn't know what else to do.  Ever since she hung up that picture that Sam drew of her a month ago, she and Bradley have been doing nothing but fighting (and having makeup sex, but that's neither here nor there). Tonight was the worst though.  There was screaming, name calling (whore was thrown both ways) and one of her favorite crystal vases is still sitting in 3 pieces on her kitchen counter. It probably didn't help matters that as soon as Bradley had left ("Where are you going?! We're not finished talking about this!" "Out. Don't wait up.") Rachel did the only thing she could think of, which was calling Sam, who'd told her to just come over.

She's not even sure how the vodka came into play, but getting drunk sounds really good right now.

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[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

She glances down at the cup, then gives him a sheepish smile. "Pregnant women can't have caffeine, Sam..." She leans up, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, though."

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

"Oh... right." He cringes at himself. "Sorry... More coffee for me, I guess," he laughs a little.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. We'll stop and get breakfast after the doctor's appointment, yeah?" She grabs her purse, heading to the door. "You ready to go?"

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good." He tips her coffee down the sink. "Just a sec..." He grabs all his essential belongings for the day like his phone and his wallet, and after putting on his sneakers he's all set. "Ready." Once they're both out the door, he shuts it behind them and locks it.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

After the appointment, Rachel suggests they go to a little diner down the street and she's picking at her pancakes when she says "Was that weird, for you?"

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

"A little," Sam tells the truth since a couple of days ago he would have never have imagined he'd be in a doctor's office with Rachel, having a check up on a baby he might have possibly fathered. He picks at his own pancakes before glancing up at her from across the table. "Just gotta give it time, right?"

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

"Right. I mean, there's no heartbeat or anything yet that we can hear. It was weird for me too..." She shrugs a little, taking a bite of her own pancakes.

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

The lack of a heartbeat doesn't make any of it less real for Sam though, and he reaches across the table to touch her hand, the one that isn't putting a forkful of pancakes in her mouth. It's something he would have held back doing if she was still with Bradley, but now he's out of the picture... Maybe Sam can slowly start hinting at wanting something more with her.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

Rachel smiles and cups her hand around his, squeezing. But of course, this doesn't strike her as a hint that he wants more. Moreso as a show of solidarity, an "I understand" or "I'm here for you". "Thank you." She says again, though she's sure he's tired of hearing it.

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

Of course she doesn't think of the hand-holding as anything more than a gesture between friends, but he'd rather not scare her off with a more obvious gesture. And he'd rather hear her say "thank you" rather than "fuck you" for not wearing a condom. "I have to go to class," he says as he checks his watch. "Maybe you should give your dads a call..."

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

"I called them right after I left the doctor's office." She sighed. "They wanted to me to come home, I think they still do, but I told them I had to finish the show. Which I do, but...New York's my home, you know?" She slides out of the booth. "And I'm an adult. I can't go running home everytime is something goes wrong." She heads out of the diner with him. "How many classes do you have today?"

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

He's relieved to hear her say she's staying in New York. He's not sure how he'd handle her leaving. Probably not very well if he can't even handle the idea of her moving out of his apartment at some point. "Three," he answers her. "I made some room this morning for your stuff back at the apartment for when you unpack. Cleared out some drawers and closet space for you."

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

They're not far from his apartment and they're rounding his street when he tells her that he made space for her in his room. She grins, stopping out front of the building to kiss his cheek. "Thank you so much." She takes the key, hugging him before she opens the door. "I'll see you after class then? Should I make dinner or do you have plans or do you want to order out?"

[dontcrysammy.livejournal.com]

"No problem," he beams back at her. "I don't have plans. But you don't have to go to the trouble of making dinner. We'll order out, or even go out if you feel like it."

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

"I feel look cooking dinner." She giggles, waving a little as she steps into the building and heads to the elevator.