"Samara, doll, please come out of the bathroom." Allen called from the other side of door. Inside the bathroom, Shelby sat up against the door, curled up in a sort of ball as she attempted to ignore the lunatic on the other side.

"What if I promise not to kiss you again?" He bargained.

"You know, something tells me that you're not one to keep your promises." Shelby muttered just loud enough for him to hear.

"Ayyyy, when'd ya get so smart?" He laughed.

"Listen, sir, I'm really running outta patience right now. For the last time, I am not this Samara chick. My name is Shelby Ferrell. I do not know who you are. I don't want you to touch me. I don't want you to kiss me. And I have a feeling that whoever Samara is, she didn't want you kissing or touching her either." Shelby tried to keep her irritation and rage out of her voice, but to no prevail.

It was silent outside of a few moments, and after waiting for a second, Shelby looked up, thinking it was safe. But before she could react, a baseball bat covered with nails busted through the door just above her head. She let a scream and ducked, the top of her head stinging from where nails had scraped across her scalp.

"Take that back, Samara." Allen's voice was now forceful with anger.

"I will not!" She choked out through her tightening throat, tears of fear and pain welling in her eyes, but she refused to let it be know that she was crying and give him any satisfaction.

The bat was yanked out of the door, and a tan, muscular arm reached in, untwisting the lock and then opening the door. Shelby quickly wiped away her tears so he wouldn't see them.

"Samara, babe. Come on, this whole argument is causing unnecessary anger. If we're going to talk it out, you can't hide in the bathroom." Allen sighed, reaching done and easily scooping Shelby off the ground. She squirmed in his grip, but it was like a boa constrictor; there was no way she was getting out of his hold.

"I. Am not. Samara." She seethed, trying to send a kick Allen's way, but it was pointless.

"Come on Mar, look at me." He sat on the couch and set Shelby next to him, grabbing her face with his hands and forcing her to look up on him. "You're being unreasonable, and you know it. Why don't we crack open a beer or two, relax, and get comfortable, huh?" He flashed a gap-toothed smile.

Shelby's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't drink. And if you solve all your fights with getting your girlfriend drunk, then I think I found an issue in your relationship."

His eyes harden and he pushed her face away, getting up and stomping off. Shelby got the uneasy feeling that he might be going to get his death bat, but luckily, someone began knocking on the front door.

"Alllllleeeennnn. Sweetie pie, it's me, Samara. I'm back from my walk." A sweet voice sang outside the house, and Allen's head snapped towards the door. He then looked at Shelby, then back to the door, then back to Shelby, then back to the door.

"Shit." He cursed, taking wide strides over the door as Shelby sank into the couch, glad to finally have Allen's attention diverted to someone else.

Allen opened the door, and smiled widely when he saw Samara on his porch. His smile dropped, however when he saw Alfred standing behind her.

"Well, hello there, port chop." He grumbled, crossing his arms. "Been sleeping around with my doll?"

"Oh, no no no, honey. I would never let anyone touch me but you!" Samara assured him, taking a step forward and stretching up to reach Allen's lips. The brunette met her half way, instantly wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss. After several uncomfortable seconds, Alfred realized that they weren't going to stop anytime soon, and he squeezed past them to get inside.

Instantly, Shelby and his eyes locked, and his jaw dropped at the sight of blood dripping down the side of her face, but Shelby's eyes sparkled with pure relief. She scrambled up and practically threw herself into the country.

"Good God, Alfred. You have no idea how glad I am to see you." She spoke with a high-pitched, emotional voice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her level, before pressing her lips to his. She broke the kiss after only a few seconds, but the show of affection was still enough to make both of them blush. She laughed, pressing her forehead to his. "Sorry, I probably shouldn''t have done that, but I love you. I should probably say that more, but I don't, because I'm dumb and-"

"Shelbs, you do not have to apologize to me for kissing me. But what the hell happened to your head?" Alfred questioned, his tone slightly serious even though there was a giddy smile on his face.

"Can we just leave first? I don't want to stand here another minute, please." Shelby urged.

"Fine, if that's what you want, dude, then-"

"Um, Alfred?" A female voice asked, and Alfred and Shelby glanced at the voice from their embrace. Samara waved kindly, holding Allen's hand in her own. "Mind if I talk to my, er, counterpart real quick? I just wanna apologize for all the events that she's been dragged into today."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Alfred muttered.

"No, actually, Alfie, it's okay. I don't mind. But let's make this quick, uh, Samara. I kinda have to either go home or be at Alfred's before my parents call the cops." Shelby explained. Samara nodded in understanding, leading Shelby into the hallway.

They faced each other for several moments, silence settling over them as they examined one another, picking out the differences like hair length and texture. Shelby noticed that Samara's eyes were an extremely dark brown, almost black, while Samara noticed that despite the lack off makeup, Shelby's face was actually rather acne-free. "So, you're my 1p." Samara breathed in fascination, her smile never wavering. "You're very pretty."

Shelby's lips twitched up slightly, threatening to smile in amusement. "Wow, I love your perfume. I've smelled it before. What's the name of it... Oh, right. Bullshit."

Samara blinked, tilting her head to the side. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, honey. I can tell you're lying because your voice gets high-pitched and you drag out your words." Shelby shoved her hands in her pocket. "You're supposed to be, like, the opposite of me, right? So, let me guess. Since I'm all mean and nasty 'til ya get to know me, you're probably super nice and cheerful around everyone and are super kind to all your friends. But your actually a bitch with some mental issues like bipolar depression or something. You're dumb, sleep around, and pretend to be in love with someone you're not. Did I miss anything?"

Samara's genuine smile slowly faded until her lips were pursed, her dark eyes narrowed. "Listen, I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, because I know someone of your... Physical appearance probably has some major self-esteem issues. I've already come to realize that while your super smart, no likes you or cares to know you because you're a bitch." Shelby flinched ever-so-slightly at those words, but it was enough to keep Samara going. "You pretend to be a hard ass, but you're actually a just a fat ass, and cry-baby with too many emotions for your own damn good. You're a prude who's afraid of sex and boring as hell. Does that about cover it?"

Shelby stared for a few moments at Samara, her face and even eyes now completely deadpan and emotionless. "Actually, you missed one thing."

Before Samara could make a remark, Shelby left hooked her straight in the jaw, before pushing her to the ground. "I'll drop a bitch."

With that, Shelby turned and walked back to the living room, where there was a tense silence between Alfred and Allen. Without a word, Shelby grabbed America's hand, led him out of house, and hopped into his truck. By then, tears were flowing freely down her cheeks.

"Hey, what did she say to you?" Alfred demanded.

"Nothing I haven't heard before." Shelby sniffed. "Can we just go home and clean these cuts on my head and forget about this whole thing?"

"... Sure thing, dude. Just, one more question."

"What?"

"Allen's kinda known as the 'ladykiller'. He didn't, like... Make you do anything, right?"

"No." Shelby stated, deciding that while they were still in front of Allen's house, it'd be best not to mention the kisses she'd received.

"Okay... When we get home and settle down, can I ask that question again without you lying to me? I can hear it in you're voice, Shelby."

"Please, let's just drop this and go home before I throw up." Shelby muttered. America sighed and obliged, starting the car before taking off down the road.

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I hope that was interesting enough for you guys, considering that I just stayed up an hour past when I'm suppose to go to bed, despite the fact that I have two hard finals tomorrow.

Also, I know I skipped a couple chapter numbers. Those will be replaced by the rest of the 'pranked' Drabbles I'm writing.

Good night.