Maybe a Friendship is Blooming?

If it would have been any other girl, she would have taken at least 10 minutes to just put on her knickers, a t-shirt, and some pants because they would have spent 3 minutes changing and 7 minutes admiring themselves in the mirror.

Sam was different because she hated looking herself in the mirror. She hated that her pretty features were all like her mother's. Her dark hair, her stormy grey eyes, her cupid shape lips, her small button nose. She hated it all. That's why she always wore so much make up to change her features a bit. Sam quickly grabbed her clean clothes to get dress. She did not spend, like most girls, time trying to combine clothes since all her clothes were black. Black was a practical color. It was hard to get it dirty. That was all the benefit she needed. She did not care about looking stylish or about attracting guys.

Sam had a halter crop top and a pair of shorts. Thankfully, she had also packed a pair of sandals. The combat boots were starting to kill her feet. As she finished dressing, she opened her door.

"Hey…" The person in front of her was nonetheless, but Lynn. He had some bedding sheets in his arms, and some clothes. Lynn was sort of perplexed for a second. Sam was really tiny, and without all her makeup she looked pretty innocent and frail. Since she cleaned her face from the runny make-up, Lynn finally saw how perfect Sam's skin was. It was smooth like porcelain. She looked even paler without all the makeup. Lynn was never interested in flat-chested girls, but Sam somehow, did made his heart skip a bit.

"Am I a masochist? Lynn, get a hold of yourself! That girl just beat the hell out of Tyson who is almost a foot taller than her."

Sam clapped her hands in front of Lynn. "Hey, Lynn, are you daydreaming or what?" Lynn saw that Sam was a bit annoyed again. He was already preparing himself psychologically for another of Sam's insult, but it never came. Instead, she was waiting for him to reply.

"No… obviously not. I just wanted to ask you if you already took out the bedding sheets. Tyson already handed me his with his clothes, and I was going put them in the washer, and well… um… bedding sheets and clothes?" Lynn extended his arms, making all the bedding sheets to drape to the floor.

"Oh, bloody hell…" Lynn tried picking up the sheets, but he was just making a mess and was starting to even get his hands tangle up with the sheets.

"Here, let me help you, don't move." Sam knelt and started untangling Lynn and the sheets, she later stood up to fold the sheets before handing it back to Lynn. There were also some knickers which she just ignored and fold them just to not make the situation more awkward. She was definitely not giving her knickers to Lynn though. She would wash them in the bathroom and just let it hang dry.

"Here…" Sam handed Lynn back the folded dirty sheets and clothes. She then went to her bed and handed him hers.

"Thanks, I will hand them back when they are clean and dried."

"Thank you…"

"Don't sweat it."

Both of them felt that the exchange was getting awkward.

"Well… I'll be going first."

"Um… okay I will go down after drying a bit more my hair and cook us something for lunch."

"Great."

"Yeah…"

Lynn then slowly retreated down the stairs, and Sam was about to close her door when Tyson interrupted.

"So…"

"So what?" Sam glared at Tyson.

"What was that, Sammy?"

"What what?"

"Your exchange with Lynn. You were… friendly."

"Nothing, he was just nervous, and I wasn't going to continue calling him stupid. You were the one who said to me to not insult him every five seconds."

"Oh…"

Sam rolled her eyes and closed her door and continued drying her hair with the towel that she had left in the bathroom, "I'm nice to Lynn, and Tyson says I'm nice to Lynn. I'm not nice to Lynn, and Tyson also rants about it. Who can understand men?"

Meanwhile, Tyson was feeling happy, Sam had somehow opened up a bit to Lynn.

"Maybe this is the beginning of a nice friendship." Tyson thought. He always liked to thing the positive things about all things, even when he was stuck in the middle of an apocalypse.

After fifteen minutes or so, when Sam was sure that her hair was not dripping wet anymore, she went downstairs to start cooking lunch. She could hear laughter coming from the laundry room, so Sam assumed that Tyson had went there to continue blabbering with Lynn.

"Poor, Lynn having to bear with Tyson's nonstop talk." Sam was still thinking what she could cook, when she heard some gurgling and screeching sounds coming from outside.

"Hey, guys!" Sam shouted, "I think we are in trouble!" as she went running back upstairs to grab her bat.