"Sam," I groan as she rocks uncontrollably in the theater seat next to mine, it was shaking the entire row.
"Lara, I gotta' pee," Sam wined, kicking the poor old woman's seat in front of us. I could never take her anywhere, at the movies she would just complain about the camera angles and at plays she would get impatient and demand that we leave at once; I guess I didn't learn my lesson the last time, because tonight we're at a high school performance of Peter Pan.
"Then go pee, and hurry up it's about to start."
Sam grumbles and scurries out of the theater, disturbing most of the people around her. Five minutes turned into fifteen, and the play has already started so I can't go after her. I pulled out my phone to text her and the screen made people in front of me groan in annoyance. I sent her a pretty long message telling her to come back, but before I could send it the back doors burst open and in came a drunken Sam.
"Oh. My. God." I put my face in my hands as she pranced up the stairs to the stage and took off one of the poor teenager's mics. I'm going to regret taking her here very soon. She began talking, but her speech was slurred. I have no idea how she got so drunk so fast.
"Will 'ou all turn 'our attention to the very sexy girl in the second row." She began; I
Could feel my face turn a whole new shade of red as people began to stare at me. "This beautiful young," she hiccupped, "woman, Lara Croft, is the only reason wake up in the morning." Oh my god I am going to kill her. She tripped and fell off the stairs but luckily I was already there to catch her. "Hey babe, c'mon an' gimme a kiss." She pulled my head down to hers and I immediately dropped her and stormed out of the theater, leaving Sam confused on the floor. I stood outside waiting for about half an hour before she walked out. I walked her to the car and we didn't talk on the drive home, but I did have to swat her away from trying to hold my hand a couple times. Sam can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes, but I love her too much to care.