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"I'm gonna miss you, Max." Sam whispered, looking at the now bland bedroom.
"Not as much as I'm gonna miss you, Angel, and Gazzy." I mumbled, leaning against him. I hated this part of being an orphan. I hated having to leave Sam alone. Again.
"I don't know how they're gonna make it without you, hell, I don't know how I'm gonna make it without you." Sam admitted, squeezing my hand as we turned and left my room of the orphanage, and walked down the creaky stairs to his car that awaited us in the parking lot.
"I'm only a few hours away, or a phone call, or a text, or a..." My voice cracked. We had never been so far away from each other before. I couldn't just go to the complete other side of Arizona!
"Mommy!" I heard Angel scream as she ran up to me and hugged my knees. I turned to Sam, and wrapped one arm around his waist, trying to keep myself from crying.
"It's okay, Maxie, she'll be fine." Sam whispered. I picked Angel up and hugged her.
"Oh Angel, sweetie, I love you so much. You have daddy make your favorite pancakes every weekend just like I do, okay?"
"Okay, mommy! But where are you going?" Angel asked as Sam gingerly took her from my arms and held her.
"I have to go away for awhile Angel, but I promise to come back." I whispered, kissing her forehead. I never broke down. I was always the strong, gang leader around here. But I wouldn't be around here anymore.
"Angel, go find your brother, darling." Sam said and let Angel down. She ran off to find Gazzy and once again I was left alone with Sam.
"Please get kicked out of there. Last time I tried to make pancakes I lit the kitchen on fire." Sam muttered, which made a watery laugh escape my throat.
"Sammy boy, you treat your children right. If they want pancakes, you better give them their damn pancakes!" I said.
"But Maxie girl, I have your cooking skills when it comes to breakfast. Which is by the way the only thing you can cook." I shoved Sam playfully, but my smile slowly faded.
"Sam, please keep in touch with me. You guys are my family now, I... I can't make it without you." I whispered, hugging him tight and burying my face in his shoulder so he couldn't see my cry.
"It's okay, Max. Everything's gonna be okay. We'll be fine. I'll talk to you all the time, and I'll come and visit on the weekends."
"Promise me you'll find somebody else Angel can call 'mommy' if I'm not back in the first month." I whispered.
"Max, she loves you so much, and so does Gazzy. No one's going to replace you. Like you said, we're your family." Sam mumbled, stroking my hair and holding me close like the good friend he's always been.
"Sam, Angel needs a mom. It's bad enough her real one dropped out, and now I'm leaving, and... she just needs a mom." I whispered, curling my fingers in the soft fabric of Sam's hoodie.
"Hey, speaking of that whore, has Tess talked to you lately? She owes me like five years of child support." Sam said. I knew he was trying to change the subject, and what better way than to veer off on somebody I can rant about for hours?
"She keeps texting me hoping we can still be friends. I texted her yesterday and told her to pay the support and we would talk, she hasn't answered back."
"Of course, she drops two one year olds on my door step and flies to Kentucky to get away from us, why would she care enough to text you back after asking for a little cash out of her piggy bank, she's only a millionaire. That son of a b-"
"Sam, cool down." I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. He sighed and kissed my forehead.
"I should start changing the subject to safer topics." He mumbled, smiling at me.
"Maxie!" Gazzy screamed running up and jumping on me and Sam. We both caught him luckily and held him in between us.
"Angel says you're leaving? You're coming right back. You're a really good mommy to us!" Gazzy exclaimed. I smiled sadly at him.
"You'll see me on the weekends buddy, go get in the car, we're leaving soon." I whispered.
"Okay!" Gazzy got down and raced Angel to the car. They both got into the back and started giggling madly at something.
"Listen, Max, if you don't get yourself out of whatever hell you're diving into. I'm coming for you, girl, and I'll kill whoever gets in my way." Sam said, smiling. I smiled back and squeezed his hand before walking over to the passenger seat and climbing in.
The sky was a perfect blue, the sun a bright yellow, the clouds fluffy and white. I hated it. Every last thing about it. We drove through a neighborhood with dark green grass that was cut short and perfect looking mansions. I hated it even more. The trees looked like perfect lightbulbs, their trunks smooth bark and their lush green leaves cut to make it look like a sphere on top. It was disgusting.
"Look! A ken doll!" I cried, pointing at the perfectly built boy who looked around my age with touchable golden hair and crystal blue eyes and perfectly tan skin. Unfortunately- yet very hilariously- Angel rolled her window down and screamed
"Hi Ken doll!" At the top of her lungs. Ken doll looked over at the car with a confused look on his face as he watched it pass. But then again, the cars around here were Mustangs and Lamborghini's. Sam's rusty old king cab probably didn't fit.
We all burst out laughing and Sam and I caught each other's eye and immediately I knew everything would be okay. I grabbed his hand and held it tight as we turned down Flock Avenue and I burst out laughing again.
"Look at that hideous pink house!" I said loudly, as I laughed. Sam slowed down a bit, and I saw the light pink house with a hot pink roof that got closer and closer. It even had like a neon pink Mustang in the front that made me laugh harder.
Sam got a disgusted look on his face instead of laughing and I knew something wasn't right. "What, are they my neighbors or something?" I asked.
"Or something." Sam mumbled, and a woman with auburn hair and green eyes stepped out onto the driveway, which was tinted pink by the way. Horror filled me as we slowed down even more.
"Sam, why are we slowing down? No don't you dare turn that... wheel." I finished quietly as we turned into the driveway at the Barbie Dream House and he put it in park.
"I'm so sorry, Max." He whispered as if he was sending me away to jail, which would've been much better might I point out.
I stepped out of the car and the girl ran up to me, squealing as she hugged me. "Oh Maxine! I'm so happy to see you!" She shrieked.
"Yo lady, there are sleeping children in the backseat, quiet down." I snapped, as Sam got my duffel bag out of the bed of the truck.
"Children? You had children with your chauffeur? And why are you wearing his clothes?" Brigid asked, looking at my jeans, tee shirt and hoodie in horror. Sam smirked.
"Yup, you'll be out of here in no time." He whispered in my ear and then glared at the woman.
"I'm not a chauffeur. They are not Max's children, and she is not wearing my clothes." He snapped as a girl and boy of about nine ran out of the house.
"It's Max! She's here!" The girl screamed, grabbing the boy's hand and sprinting towards me. The boy tripped and struggled to get his feet back under him before sprinting next to the girl, holding tight to her hand.
"You're Max aren't you? We've seen pictures of you! You're really pretty! I like your outfit!" The girl added, smiling at me. "I'm Kole. I'm adopted too!" She added brightly. And I could tell. She had dark blue- almost purple- eyes with light brown hair.
"I'm Ari. Kole's boyfriend." The little boy said, with black spiky hair and dark brown- almost black- eyes.
"You are no such thing!" The woman screeched at the boy, turning to him. "Get your filthy hands off my darling little girl!" She snapped, and shooed Ari back like a puppy who had done something wrong. I glanced at Sam giving him a WTH look and he shrugged.
"Ari! Come back here and help me!" A guy about one or two years younger than Sam- who's nineteen- showed up at the door in all black, with olive skin, black emo-styled hair, and eyes just as dark as Ari's. He looked me up and down and walked over to us, stuffing a towel in his back pocket.
"I see you've met my brother-"
"And she's seen you too. Shouldn't you be working?" The woman snapped.
"Yes ma'am. I'm just... on my break you allow me." The guy said, and the woman rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. Oh! I'm Brigid!" The woman said brightly, turning to me.
"Yeah whatever, and your name is?" I stepped past Brigid to the guy.
"Fang." He said, smirking at me.
"Aye now! Over protective best friend standing right here!" Sam said, stepping up next to me. "You hurt my girl and I'll kill you." He said.
"Whoa boy, we just met, I don't think any 'I love you's are gonna be exchanged anytime soon." I said and winked at Fang, who rolled his eyes.
"You left some kids in the car." Fang snapped.
"Air conditioner's on." Sam countered.
"So are they yours?"
"Yeah. I'm a single father, Max is their mother figure. Screw her over and I'll destroy you."
"Fair enough." The two shook hands and I was left standing there confused.
"Okay, Maxie, I gotta go. I can't stand being around this much pink. I love you, have fun, don't break too many skulls without me." Sam kissed my cheek and gave me a tight hug before walking over to the car and getting in.
I scowled at him as he backed out but knew he had to get home and waved.
"I thought he said he was just a friend." Fang said.
"We love each other like friends." I said.
"Are you sure?" Fang asked.
"Positive." I snarled. Fang nodded and we shook hands.
"Now lead me to my room blacky. And bring the cutie along with you." I said, nodding towards Ari.
"Ari, come on!" Fang called and Ari ran up beside Fang as he walked into the house and led me up some stairs- which were pink carpet- and into a room- which was pink and purple.
"God no!" I shrieked, jumping up into Fang's arms in fright.
"We'll remodel it tomorrow." Fang said, dropping me onto the floor. I glared at him and he just smirked. "Night doll." He said, closing the door, and I walked over to the bed, sighing as I stared at the pink and orange sky.
Honestly, I was exhausted after a long day, but could I sleep? no.
Sweet Dreams, Sammy Boy I texted him, laying down.
Sweet Dreams, Maxie girl I got back seconds later, along with a picture of Angel and Gazzy sleeping in the back of the car. A couple tears escaped as I laid there, staring at the picture. My innocent Angel and guilty Gazzy were without me. But they had Sam. And Sam was the best dad ever, he'd take care of them right. I hoped.