"I can't believe I agreed to do this." Shelby muttered to herself as she walked towards the mall, where she had discovered Samara had agreed to meeting the 2p HetaSquad for a shopping trip. Shelby was not one for shopping, and she was also not one for 2ps. However, she was already committed to the experiment. There was no going back.

She shuffled towards the mall where they were supposed to meet. She realized that she had only met her own 2p and Alfred's, as well as England's, France's, Canada's, and Annalise's very briefly. She had never met Dreamz's 2p, or Hope's or Sam's. Of course, she knew they existed, the other girls all had told their own horror stories of meeting their second players. She remembered Hope's was Faith, and Dreamz was... Mary? But the truth was, she had no idea what she was walking into, or if these 2ps even liked Samara, because God knows Shelby couldn't stand her. Would they realize that she wasn't the real Samara? Shelby's stomach flipped just thinking about how that would go down.

"SAMARA!" A voice shouted, and Shelby's throat tightened before she was engulfed in a pair of sweater-covered arms. "I was starting to get worried that you weren't going to show up! What took you so long?" A voice sang, swaying dreamily.

Shelby suppressed need to ask who this person was, and thought, what would Samara do?

"Oh, you know me!" Shelby laughed, patting the girl's back. "Had to put my face on."

The girl let go of Shelby, before grabbing her shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes. Shelby recognized the face of Dreamz, but this girl wasn't Dreamz; this girl had greener eyes with lighter red hair, which had much more defined curls rather than Dreamz's more frizzy do. She smiled. "Aww, Samara, you don't have to wear makeup, you're pretty enough- except your eyebrows, those could use some work."

Shelby was a bit taken back, and wanted to bark back an insult, but she reminded herself that the only person Samara insulted was her. So instead, she just laughed and nodded. "You right, girl."

"Well, come on! The whole group has been waiting for you!" 2p Dreamz insisted, grabbing Shelby's hand and leading her towards the group. Shelby found herself slightly refreshed that even the 2p versions of herself and Dreamz got along.

It didn't take Shelby long to pick out the other 2ps. They all wore nicer clothes than the 1ps, that was for sure- there was no sweatpants in sight. It was easy to figure out who was who as well- the tallest of the group was Hope's 2p, Faith, and the Vietnamese and Chinese girls were obviously Thaovy's and Sammi's 2ps respectively. The group looked like there was someone missing... Shelby counted only seven, including herself and 2p Dreamz, both who had just reached the group.

"Look who I found~" 2p Dreamz prompted Shelby forward to the eyes of the other girls.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come." 2p Thaovy addressed her in a softer voice.

"Yeah, we thought you were gonna be a no show like Janice." Faith muttered.

"Fucking Janice." The 2ps all said together. She could have swore she heard 2p Dreamz and Thaovy replace "fucking" with "freaking".

Shelby looked around in utter confusion. When the others looked at her with both suspicion and concern, she nodded. "Oh yeah, fuck Janice. Fucking bitch."

"Exactly." 2p Sammi nodded in approval.

"I kind of like Janice..." Muttered a tanner girl whom Shelby assumed was 2p Taylor.

"Be quiet, Tiana." Faith said rather harshly, taking Shelby slightly by surprise.

"Sorry." Tiana said quickly.

"Soooooo are we gonna, like, go to the mall or not?" 2p Annalise, whom Shelby recalled was named Annie, asked, running her fingers through her straight blonde hair.

"Yes, let's go." 2p Sammie nodded.

With that, the group was on the move. Shelby fought the urge to ring her fingers, and was tempted to shove them in her pockets to keep her from fidgeting, before she reminded herself that Samara would definitely not walk with her hands in her pockets. She decided to instead play around with her hair, pretending like she cared whether it looked nice or not.

The shopping trip itself was pretty painful. Even if she had been with friends that she was comfortable with, shopping was not something she enjoyed. Some of the 2ps insisted that Shelby keep trying on different outfits and she became very conscious of all the wrappings surrounding her various body parts. She had to be very smart about refusing to try stuff on while not being blunt and straight forward like she normally would. The only person who seemed to be skeptical of Shelby was 2p Dreamz, who she later learned was Mare, not Mary. It wasn't until they were about to part that anyone even mentioned "Samara's" strange behavior.

"Are you sick or something?" 2p Sammi (whom Shelby learned was named Sylvia) inquired, looking at her with raised brow.

"Yeah, you don't seem completely yourself, if that makes any sense." Tiana stated.

Mare nodded. "You have been acting a bit strange..." She glanced at Shelby, who tried to disguise her fear as irritated confusion. "Everything you say feels like it's forced. Like you're forcing yourself to talk to us..." Mare's eyes shimmered slightly like she might be on the verge of tears. "Did... did we do something wrong?"

Shelby let out a giggly, though slightly condescending laugh, as if to let the girls know that she thought their suspicion was both stupid and hilarious. "Honestly? I'm just really tired." Shelby shook her head, her mind whirling as she thought of everything she knew about Samara. "The bedroom scene has become a bit more thrilling after the engagement." She flipped her hair slightly, praying to God that this would work. "Leaves me a bit out-of-it the next day."

A couple of the girls let out an "oooo" of interest, but didn't press for details. Others just shrugged, like they really couldn't care less what the explanation was. Mare was the only one's who's eyes lingered on Shelby-disguised-as-Samara for a bit longer, before seeming to finally dismiss it.

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Shelby pulled up in front of Allen's house in Samara's car. She was completely drained from her day of shopping with the other 2ps. She wasn't quite sure what exactly she was supposed to be learning about Samara on this little adventure, but she could sympathize that her 2p didn't have the best company. Tiana was kind enough, but spoke before thinking and didn't exactly hold the most intelligent conversations. Faith was intimidating and off-putting, making her unapproachable even among friends. Annie was very bubbly but Shelby found her too scattered-brained to appreciate her company.

Mare was nice but she tended to make unnecessary, passive-aggressive comments that were hard to catch, but when Shelby did catch them, she seriously just wanted to punch Mare in the face. Sylvia's personality quite possibly irked Shelby the most- she was loud and arrogant with absolutely no sense of humor or compassion towards her friends. Shelby wanted to smack her across the face. Thalia, Thaovy's 2p, was probably the one Shelby appreciated the most, simply because she was a bit more serious and quiet than the rest, and Shelby appreciated quiet people. But that didn't mean she liked her. She'd take Thaovy and her loud laugh over Thalia and her poker-face any day.

And Janice, Jenna's 2p... was a bad person, supposedly who never showed up, apparently.

Shelby shook her head, tired and ready to dress into something more comfortable. She knew she was supposed to dress as Samara until the next day, but she really didn't want to wear the tight bandage wraps through the night (she feared she'd might wake up and need her legs amputated from lose of circulation.

She set down her bag of clothes she'd bought for Samara (leaving the tags on incase she decided to return them), and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She was pleased to find everything was set up exactly like Alfred's house, and surprisingly clean. Shelby got in the shower, immediately beginning to wash her hair so she could get out as quickly as possible.

Everything was going pretty normal until about 5 minutes into the shower, when the bathroom door opened, and then the shower curtain, revealing a completely nude and smiling Allen.

Shelby screamed shrilly, jumping back and falling. Despite the pain now throbbing in the back of her head, she grabbed part of the curtain and wrapped it around herself. "What the hell are you doing?" She yelled in a shaking voice as she kept her eyes trained on the ceiling, avoiding looking at 2p America at all costs.

He laughed. "Samara, babe, you only shower in the morning. I know what time it is when the water turns on at night~" He stated, taking a step forward.

"Nope, nope, that's not what this means!" Shelby shouted quickly. "I wanted to shower today because- because-" she racked her brain for a suitable answer, "I wanted to shower right now because in the morning I have to get up early and meet Mare at a coffee shop. I didn't want to shower in the morning when I already have to get up early." She attempted to keep her voice steady.

Allen seemed to stand there for a second, weighing her words. Finally, he stepped back. "All right, all right. I see what you're thinking. I like it. I'll help you out." With that, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Shelby was shaking so badly, she couldn't even finish her shower. The most she could manage to do was get the rest of the shampoo out of her hair, tenderly avoiding the lump forming on the back of her head. By the time she finished that, her arms were too numb to manage anything else, so she had to shut the water off.

When she got out, she saw two doors, one closed, and one opened. The one that was opened was where Shelby's room would be in in Alfred's house, so she quickly ran across the hall and into the safety of the room.

However, when she looked around, it was a complete mess. The bed that was set up in the room was covered in boxes of junk- it appeared the space may have been converted to a sloppy storage room. In the chaos, Shelby spotted that on one of the boxes, some folded pajamas were perched. They were so peculiarly placed that Shelby suspected that Allen had to have set them out.

But the clothing article wasn't pajamas, as she found out once she struggled to pull it on.

It was really tight-fitting, black lingerie dress, with completely see-through lace. But that wasn't the only issue. Shelby was much, much bigger than Samara in both the chest and the waist, so the skimpy cover-up did not even make it down to past her hips.

Shelby stood still in utter horror for a few moments, before resolving to keep the towel wrapped around herself until she could manage to find actual clothes. She went to the closest, hoping to maybe find some of Samara's forgotten clothes (specifically, underwear or a bra, but the most closest thing to clothing she could find was a very nice silk robe. Sighing in defeat and with no other option in sight, she slipped it on. It wasn't see-through, which was always a blessing, and flowed all the way down to the middle of her thigh.

Shelby honestly would have preferred an astronaut suit to cover her at this point, but now was not the time to complain.

She opened the door to go make her bed on the couch, since she didn't feel like moving all the boxes around just to sleep on a dusty bed, only to be confronted by the still naked Allen. He smirked. "You ready yet?" He asked in a husky voice.

Shelby sighed, slamming the door in his face and locking it, before she began to move the boxes off of the bed, resolving the work was much more worth it than sleeping out in the living room with Allen prowling the house.

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Sometimes, while writing the more scandalous scenes, I think of how inappropriate I'm being for someone my age... and then I remember that I'm a grown ass woman.

Oh well fam.