"Shelby agreed to shop?" Samara muttered to herself as she walked across the parking lot towards the mall. She felt hot and stiff in all these concealing clothes, which sat on top of her therapist's improvised fat suit.

Reminder to herself, get a new therapist.

Samara glanced around in confusion. She wasn't 100% sure who she was looking for, so she decided to just look for someone similar to Mare, who had the easiest hair to spot out of the group. It didn't take long for her to find a red head, but the girl's hair was a much darker red, and she looked much thinner than Mare. She was standing next to another group of girls- Samara counted six of them, so she figured this must be Shelby's HetaSquad.

But how would Shelby greet her friends? It had to be the opposite of what she would do...

"Sup assholes." Samara stated in a bored voice when she arrived at the group. "I fucking hate all of you."

"Same." A short Vietnamese girl with glasses nodded.

"Are you mad we're at the mall?" Another shorter girl, this time a Chinese girl with a turquoise sweater and black glasses, giggled slightly, apparently entertained by Samara's displeasure.

"Don't worry Shelbs, we're not really looking for clothes. Unless it's Hot Topic." The tallest girl in the bunch commented.

"Not Hot Topic, please. I spend too much money there as it is." A girl with sleek black hair and a tanned skin fake-whined.

"Shush you can never have too much Hot Topic." A girl with reddish-pink hair and glasses whispered.

Samara's brows furrowed. She was having trouble keeping up with the conversation. The way they talked to one another... It was like getting slammed in the face with every basic gif and meme at once. They literally oozed the essence of the internet.

The red head who could only be Mare's 1p was eyeing Samara suspiciously. "You good, Shelbs? There's something... a bit off about you today."

"There's something off about me every day. I live a very sad life." Samara recited. She felt immense joy from saying that as Shelby.

"Then this should be a good break for you." A girl with frizzy, chestnut brown hair commented as the tall, freckle-faced girl and the red head's eyes narrowed.

Samara looked at the frizzy-haired girl in surprise. She recongized Mare's 1p, Thalia's 1p, Sylvia's 1p, Faith's 1p, Tiana's 1p, and Annie's 1p. So who was this?

"Janice." Samara muttered under her breath in irritation. Of course Janice's 1p would actually show up to group gatherings.

Janice's 1p raised a brow. "Did you just call me Janice?"

"What? No, I said Jesus. Like, "Jesus, I just want to go home right now." Samara stated as monotone as possible.

Janice's 1p crossed her arms. "Sure that's what you said."

Faith's 1p, who had been watching silently so far, spoke up. "I don't really know how you look so much like Shelby, but you're not her."

Samara threw her a warning glance. "What the hell are you talking about? You guys sound stupid, of course I'm Shelby." How could they have possibly sorted that out within minutes of seeing her.

"Then answer this: what did Shelby give me in the scavenger hunt Matthew set up for me, to ask me out?" The freckled girl asked hauntily. 

Samara's scoffed. "I don't remember, that was such a long time ago." Faith's 1p did not look impressed.

"What did you do for my birthday this year?" Mare's 1p questioned.

Samara didn't know she'd have to prepare for a game of 20 Questions. "Um, buy you a birthday cake?"

Tiana's 1p raised a brow. "That sounded like more of a question than a statement."

Samara was quickly losing her temper. "Look, I'm sorry I'm not 100% able to recite this stuff for you guys, okay? School's rough right now and work is busier with every weekend. So chill." She snapped. When the rest of the group only glanced among each other, she scoffed. "Whatever, I didn't want to go shopping anyways. I'm going home."

With that, Samara turned and stormed off towards her car, glad that she wasted Shelby's gas coming here instead of her own.

"She looked exactly like Shelby... but she didn't act like Shelby... I'm so shook." Annalise muttered.

Thaovy shrugged. "I'm pretty sure that was just Shelby's 2p."

Hope's eyes widened. "Oh yeah. What's her name? Samera?"

"Samara, I'm pretty sure." Dreamz crossed her arms. "Why would she be walking around pretending to be Shelby though?"

"I mean, are we really going to try and understand our 2ps?" Hope laughed, and the others chuckled in agreement.

Jenna looked around in confusion. "Wait what are we laughing at?"

~~~~~

Even though it really wasn't her house, Samara was extremely glad to be at Alfred's and away from Shelby's extremely questioning friends. Being Shelby was harder to pull off than she thought it was going to be.

When she opened the door, she was immediately met by a very large, long-haired golden retriever with an American flag bandana tied around it's neck. He seemed very excited to see Samara, but then very confused. Samara was really scared that the dog was going to try and attack her, realizing she wasn't Shelby, but it gave her a few sniffs, and returned to his friendly demeanor, his tail wagging vigorously.

Samara's heart melted. She had a soft spot for dogs (though she was more of a cat person to be honest). She sat down on the floor and pet him for a good 15 minutes, before she got up and made her way to the bathroom. Taking off the extra clothing that added the appearance of extra pounds was extremely freeing, and taking off the wig was even better. She took her time in the shower getting the knots out her matted hair, before hopping out and wrapping a towel around herself.

Suddenly, she could hear the door to the living room open. "HONEY I'M HOME!" An extremely loud voice boomed from the entrance. "Where ya at? I brought home Taco Bell. I sent a picture to Juan, he's pissed." The voice snickered to himself. "He's dumb. Yo, where are you?"

Samara wrapped a towel around herself, silently wishing Allen's counterpart had picked up something a bit more appetizing, like Panera. "Sorry, just got out of the shower." She stated, stepping out the bathroom and looking down the hallway at the blonde. "Please tell me you got mild sauce packets."

Alfred's eyes widened, and he instantly turned away. "Woah, dude, you are not dressed."

Samara smirked, amused. "How modest. Did Shelby teach you that cute little trick?" She could see America's brows furrowed with confusion, even though she could only see a quarter of his face. "You two and your little puppy love. It's adorable and sad at the same time."

America glared at her in realization. "What are you doing here, Samara? Where's Shelby?"

"Shelby is safe and sound at my house." Samara waved off the question. She grabbed her phone off the counter in the bathroom and leaned against the wall, only loosely holding up her towel as she scrolled through her messages. "Figured you'd appreciate a little break."

Alfred scoffed. "I'd hardly consider having you at my house a break." He laughed sarcastically, grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.

Samara glanced up and strode forward, grabbing Alfred's hand, frowning. "Why you running off so soon?"

Alfred glanced at Samara, looking uncomfortable. "Because I don't like the idea of Shelby being around my 2p, and I know she'd hate the idea of you being around me."

"Oh, she's okay with it. We promised each other we won't sleep with our boyfriends- fiancé, in my case." Samara stated, before placing her hands on his chest. "And she already trusts you. We could get away with anything we want to and she'd never be the wiser." Samara whispered.

Alfred grimaced, backing away. "Sorry, dude, I don't play that game." He stated, turning his back to Samara. "I'm going to pick up Shelby. If you want a ride, you can come with me, but you have to sit in the back, and you have to listen to my mixtape."

Samara glared at him. "You're impossible. How is it that the personification of America is the only man who has told me no?" She muttered, half to her and half to Alfred.

He shrugged. "I don't know dude. I used to like messing around here and there too. Then I met this pretty awesome chick a couple years back. And before I knew it, I couldn't get her out of my head." He smiled, spinning his keys around his finger.

Samara glanced at him sadly, absent-mindedly ringing her left ring finger. "You really do love her, huh?"

Alfred glanced back at her, nodding with a faint smile. "I really do. Go get dressed, I'll be in the truck."

~~~~~

Allen sat in the living room in his boxers, rather irritated that Samara had turned him down not once, but twice. He tried to check and see if she was okay, but she wouldn't speak to him, let alone open the door. He had resolved to watching American Ninja Warrior, one of his favorite shows.

Suddenly, there was an obnoxiously loud pounding on the door, and he groaned in irritation, rolling off the couch and trudging towards the door. When he opened it, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Samara, how did you get outside?"

Samara took a deep breath. "Honestly, Allen, I don't know how you function when I'm out of the house. Is Shelby back from the mall yet?"

Allen's eyes widened in realization. "Ohhhhh. So that was Shelby? Honestly you guys gotta get some tattoos or something that I can look at."

Samara stepped inside, followed by Alfred. "Dude, can't you just remember that they have different eye colors?" He chuckled with a slightly belittling tone.

Allen turned to Samara. "What color are your eyes again?"

Samara sighed. "They're brown, Al. Now, shut up and don't kill each other while I go get Shelby."

"She locked herself in your old room." Allen stated, scratching his bare stomach.

Alfred's brows furrowed. "Why are you only wearing boxers?"

Allen glanced at his 1p. "I don't know, four-eyes, why you lookin'?"

Samara knocked on the door of the back room. "Shelby, I'm back. Alfred's here to pick you up." She said in a rather flat tone.

After a couple of moments, Shelby opened the door, keeping the pink robe clutched around her as she glared at her counterpart. "About damn time. If I have to see Allen one more time, I think I'm gonna vomit. I'm keeping this robe as a reward for enduring this by the way."

Samara shrugged half-hearted. "That's okay, I don't wear that one anymore."

Shelby waited for a moment, expecting some sort of demeaning comment to be thrown her way, but Samara only stared at the floor. Shelby watched her in confusion, sliding the engagement ring off of her finger. "I think this is your's."

"Oh, right." Samara said, taking the ring. She seemed to clutch it in her fist, hesitating for a moment, before speaking again. "Shelby, do you think Allen loves me? Like, really loves me?"

Shelby was caught off-guard by this question. "If I'm being honest... yes and no. I think he cares a lot of about you, but not all of it is in a good way, if that makes any sense. You're relationship is so physical... and it's not even that sex is a bad thing, but it's definitely not what a relationship should be based on." She paused. "I hope that made sense."

Samara nodded slowly. "It did. Thank you."

Shelby looked at her 2p suspiciously. "All right, I'm leaving." She stated, walking back down the hall to where the two Americas were.

Alfred burst out laughing. "Shelby what are you wearing dude?"

"Alfred, I've had a long day, and I don't want to talk about it." She grumbled, be-lining it to the door without sparing Allen a second glance. Alfred followed obediently.

Samara returned to the living room, looking rather sad. Allen raised a brow. "Why were you pretending to be your 1p, doll?"

"My therapist recommended it to help me learn more about Shelby and myself." Samara stated bitterly.

Allen nodded slowly. "Okay... soooo did you?"

"A little bit, I guess." Samara muttered, sitting down next to him and snuggling into his side. Allen went to grab the remote and change the channel, but she grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "We can watch your show, Al."

Allen smiled widely. "You wanna watch my show with me?"

Samara offered a small smile. "Of course."