Let the Light in - T.C x FEM!R

Alamort |2|

Sam mumbled a 'thank you' after you both placed all the bags down on the coffee table.

"No problem," you quietly said back. Your hands slipped themselves into your pockets.

Sam cleared her throat as you made the short distance to your previous seat. "Tara, you didn't tell me you were having someone over," she said after turning to look at her little sister.

"It was last minute," she replied. "We have a group project, and unfortunately, I somehow got stuck with her."

Your head was down as you scribbled in your notebook, but you didn't let your reserved demeanor stop you from commenting. "Bet you say that about every girl," you sarcastically murmured.

"I'd officially introduce you, but I heard you've already had the displeasure," she continued.

"Yeah, we've briefly talked before. You can continue your project, but make sure your door stays open if you two move to your room—"

Tara's eyes widened. "—Okay! Thank you, Sam! It's—you don't need to worry about that," she exclaimed as she blushed.

You were now looking up from your notebook, blinking; your eyes shifted back and forth between the sisters.

"I still want it open," Sam insisted through Tara's flustered demeanor; the older Carpenter had skepticism written on her face.

"Okay, okay—I got it," Tara quickly answered.

After finally dropping the topic, Sam left to store away the groceries she brought in. Just seconds later, you found yourself trying to fight an amused expression, leaving you with a downward smile.

"Shut up," you heard Tara say beside you.

"Didn't say anything," you replied before a chuckle escapes you.

She elbowed you. "Let's just start—unless you plan on flirting with my sister anymore," she added with a bitter tone.

Her comment caught you off guard, etching a lost expression on your face. "What?"

Your clueless attitude only further annoyed her. "I wasn't born yesterday; obviously you like her. She's my sister, asshole, that's so gross."

She thought you liked Sam. But why? Sure, you noticed how she was tall, beautiful, had a strong jawline, and her arms—wait, where was this going? Right, you were not romantically attracted to her.

"I don't like your sister like that," you told her but she refused to look at you. It seemed she found the pages of her textbook far more interesting.

"Can we just start? You were the one who wanted to get this over with."

"Whatever."

You two argued the entire time over ridiculous things while chucking notes at each other as you both would do during class. Tara grew bored after two hours, deciding to make it your problem. You were jotting something down when you heard the dramatic huff she let out.

"Yes, princess?" you asked, still writing.

"How are you not the least bit tired or bored?" she whined whilst leaning back on the couch.

You sighed before answering, "I'm always tired, but bored? It's history. I'm not bored."

"You always were such a history geek. What was that thing you always said? Learn by making history or something?"

You finally stopped writing, putting down your pencil, exhaling. "'Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it,'" you quoted with a matter-of-fact tone. You finally looked back at Tara to see the smirk she wore.