'Oh for the sake of momentum, I've allowed my fears to get larger than life...'

[pyrokinetic_]

"Bye Sam!"

"Hope you can come on the next shoot Sam, that was fun."

"SAM-O! Call me buddy, we'll talk about the next shoot! Great work buddy!"It's like having a fan club, with unnerving amounts of very beautiful women that I can't touch, and one really annoying bald guy who won't stop calling me 'Sam-O

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[enduringcharm]

"I'll take one."

"Fine."

He asked for help, the big baby. One minute he needs a hand, and the next he's grabbing a bag from me so that he doesn't look like a weakling in front of some stupid Kyle Randall rejects. They're not even as tall as him, what's there to be ashamed of?

I mean, you would think he'd be over the slayer strength thing by now. Maybe he'd even consider it a good thing. My abilities come in handy, and it's not like I'm some butch scary man looking kind of woman. White skirt, pink shirt.

Does that make it better or worse?

There goes the cigarette thing. I knew that was coming. Sam's getting a little predictable.

"I just didn't. I was told it looked okay, so I just left it."

See, that's the subtle way of saying that Columbian crack whore models thought it looked hot. I'm not a model, nor am I a Columbian crack whore. I don't care what they think of my boyfriend's new look. He's my boyfriend. I'm the one he came home to. I think my opinion should matter more to him than theirs.

"So what, you don't like it?"

Oh look, now he gives me a chance to voice my opinion. Now that I've already brought it up, and made it somewhat obvious that the whole "change" freaks me out a little.

But he's my boyfriend, shouldn't he look the part?

"It's different." Didn't I already say that? "I didn't expect you to come back different."

Save for a little bit of sunburn, that much I can understand....unless he has sunburn on parts of his body that indicate a lack of clothing for an extended period of time.

Then he's dead. And believe me, I'll notice.

[pyrokinetic_]

"It's different. I didn't expect you to come back different."

I came back different?

I don't shave, I'm a little sunburned, a little tanned, crap like that, and I'm different? Different how? Do I look like I slept with someone else? Since I didn't, that'd be considerably unfair.

"Different how." I muttered, heading out to the car with her and loading my stuff in, making sure to nod my head at Julia's baby babble every minute or two so she didn't feel neglected.

"Da da da da..."

I'm not sure how to interpret getting smacked in the face a little, and then her letting her hand just rest there. I'm pretty sure that means Julia's opinion is undecided.

"See? She likes it." I think...

I kissed Julia's forehead and looked back over at Carly. "Honestly Car, it's not that big a deal.

[enduringcharm]

"Different how."

Different like you look broke. And weird. Like one of those creepy hippy fathers who changed his name to Rain or Seaweed or some stupid shit like that and decided to go dance around in the daisy fields for a little while.

Okay, so it's not that bad. Sam doesn't have it in him to look like a hippy. Madsen might, but Sam doesn't. He does look a little older though, and I swear there's at least a little bit of the free spirit thing going on, even if it's not outright Seaweed.

"Just different."

Is he planning on staying like this? Why would he? Sam is an attractive guy; he has a nice face. There's no reason for him to cover it up. And why is he so mad at me for calling it different? I'm not sure what he was expecting of me here. He went away for a week, didn't call once, and came back looking like Tom Cruise in The Last Samurai. Of course I'm going to be confused.

If I dyed my hair he'd throw a fit. But I'm expected to instantly like this.

"See? She likes it."

I threw his bags in the back and rolled my eyes at that comment. Julia doesn't like it yet, she's just waiting to see what I do. Once I have an opinion, she'll have an opinion. Until then, she gets to giggle at her 'Da da' for looking like Papa Bear, complete with the fuzz.

"Honestly Car, it's not that big a deal."

Handing him the car keys, I took Julia and started to buckle her into her seat. He's right. I hate it when he's right. And I have Jake mad at me right now, so I can't afford to have Sam pissed off too. Besides, as dumb as it is too look at things this way, I just got him back...

I don't want to fight yet.

"Okay."

This isn't fair. And he knows it.

I closed Julia's door, walked around to the passenger side, and sat up front with Sam. For a second I debated sitting in the back to keep Julia company, but Sam would accuse me of avoiding him or descriminating against his newfound fur, and I don't want to hear it.

"We missed you."

[pyrokinetic_]

"Okay."

"Okay." I nodded, getting into the front seat of the car. I sort of expected her to sit in the back at this rate, if me not shaving bugs the living hell out of her that much.

Discrimination just because I didn't shave for a little while. That'd be so utterly Carly, it's frightening.

... And she's sitting in the front.

"We missed you."

"I missed you guys too." I started the car, driving. "Did I miss anything huge?" As long as I don't give off an inch of an idea that I know something, I'm going to stay out of trouble before I get home.

"I mean, aside from the original crap..." Crap that she's looking to commit murder one for, but that's not the point here.

[enduringcharm]

"Did I miss anything huge?"

Why does he have to keep asking about it? I said I didn't want to talk about it. Sam should be nice for once and let it go. I was stupid last night. Stupid to think that Jake hearing how I felt would make him start moving in the right direction. It rubbed salt in his wounds. That's it. No improvements. No better anything.

And now if he doesn't love me, he hates me.

"I mean, aside from the original crap..."

Please don't tell me he's referring to what happened with Jake. Sam calling that crap would really piss me off. He shouldn't try to make light of the situation just because things worked out pretty okay for him.

At least, I think they did. I may be the end of the party, but he did come back.

"Crap?"

I had to. I did. He can be talking about the whores and I won't take offense. If he's still swore over the beard thing, it can be about that too. I just can handle him being so rude about Jake all the time.

...even if Jake isn't going to be around much anymore. I mean, it sounded like he was pretty done with me.

"Look. There's only one thing about the week still on my mind, and that's what happened with Jake last night. I already said I don't want to talk about it right now."

Except it sounds like I'm cheating on you, so now I'm going to have to fix it by explaining everything. Crap. If only he had a little more faith in the two of us...

Shit, he probably meant the models.

"I give up." I don't have any other choice now. "Jake still has feelings for me, and I told him how much I love you. I thought it might snap him out of it, but it just upset him more."