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"Hey, baby," Tate said, voice breathless as he swiped sweat from his brow.
"Sam and I are going out for a spa night. She'll bring me back later."
"We've got Roscoe," Brock promised. "Be safe."
"Always," I said, giving them each a quick peck, ignoring the cat calls from the rest of the team, then rushing back to the break room to grab my bag.
Sam was on a mission now, cranking up her music and driving us to the beauty supply store. I followed her around, not knowing what the hell I was doing, and letting her load up the basket with supplies. At this rate, it would cost just as much as a shop but I wanted it done well and I trusted my new friend.
When the cashier gave the total she tried to pay but I swiped my card first, glaring at her.
"No way," I argued. "You'll have to tell me how much it costs for labor, too."
We were kindred brat spirits.
"Takeout and a fountain soda," she hummed, pleased with herself. I rolled my eyes and thanked the lady, taking the bag.
We stopped for caffeine and pizza before heading back to her place.
"It's not much, but it's home," she said proudly. It was a cute little two-bedroom house. She’d knocked out the wall between the two, making it one giant room. Her bathroom was big enough to hold a vanity and that's where she started unloading all the supplies before shooing me out.
"Food first."
"This place is adorable," I said as we sat down at her dining room table. She'd painted most of the walls black and had a rainbow of colors decorating the rest of the space. I loved the sharp, vibrant contrast to the black.
"Thanks. My grandma moved to Florida with her besties and signed it over to me so I could leave my crappy apartment. It's paid off, so bills are cheap and I'm updating it slowly. I just got a new fridge and stove last year," she said, pointing to the stainless steel appliances. They were top of the line, too. I expected nothing less from her, she was a magician with food.
Sam slid her phone my way. "Find the playlist with your name."
"My name?" I asked, confused until I swiped to her list of playlists. There were several names listed, then other things like workout mix, cooking, baking, and a few more.
"I feel special," I teased as I flipped it open.
"We're friends, I've claimed you. Now add some of your music so we have a mix of ours," she ordered.
"You're as bossy as Brock," I mumbled as I did as she asked. Hers was a mix of rock and punk, so I added some old nineties classics to the mix to even it out. She'd likely protest while singing along with me. I handed it back and she inspected it.
"I approve," she said simply, taking another bite before pushing her plate away. "Time to make the magic happen."
"I'm nervous," I admitted. "I've been pink for a while."
"We can keep it," she said gently but I shook my head.
"No, I do love it but I want a fresh start. That's what I've been doing lately, redefining myself. This is just another step."
"I've been there," she said as she pulled something up on her phone, turning it over. The Sam in the picture was wearing a sundress and a strained smile. She had blonde hair and looked downright unhappy. "My high school sweetheart was great at first. Then he was controlling. My parents couldn't get why I wanted out but I said fuck them all. Now I'm happy."
"I'm sorry," I offered. "It sucks."
"It does," she said. "But now we're both stronger than ever and finding our own happiness."
Sam was never one to dwell on sappy moments, so she ushered me in the bathroom, offering me a dye-splattered tee to put on and a hairdresser's cape. Once that was in place she was all business.
She worked in silence for a while before she gave me a mischievous smile in the mirror.
"So, I take it you finally chased those orgasms?" she said casually. I laughed at her lack of subtlety.
"Oh, you want me to tell you how your cousin does this thing wi—" She shut me up by yanking a strand of hair.
