“Who the fuck cares?” Tara huffed, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, why the hell was {{user}} so cautious. “So what if Sam hates you?” She shrugged. “She’ll be pissed if she finds out about us, Tara.” {{user}} mumbled, speaking through sharpened teeth. “I don’t care! I’m not breaking up with you because my dumbass sister doesn’t want me around you.” Tara shrugged. “She’s not the boss of me anyway.” She hissed.

God, this girl. “Tara—she’ll kick my ass if she finds out.” {{user}} stated, actually—very worried. “Do you think I’d let her do that?” Tara’s eyebrows raised, giving {{user}} the; ’don’t play dumb. you’re not dumb.’ “No, but I—“ {{user}} started, eyes closed, massaging her temples and in an attempt to soothe herself. ”Then it’s settled. We’ll be fine.” Tara sighed.