Home is wherever you are- A CaptainSparklez Fanfiction
Samantha
"I'm gonna slap dat booty!" Jerome screamed, chasing the Canadian with a diamond axe.
Samantha giggled and leaned into her computer to catch all the action.
"Yes, yes, yes! I WIN THE HUNGER DEANS!" Jerome shrieked. Samantha laughed when she heard Mitch slam his keyboard down.
"Well, I may have just broken my keyboard, but thanks for watching hunger games with Jerome, number one hundred forty eight. See you dudes later!" Mitch finished his outro, and the screen faded to black.
"Sam, get down here!" Samantha's mom slurred from downstairs. Sam sighed and slowly trudged down the stairs. She felt the weight of the world of her shoulders when she saw her mom.
"Sam you didn't even clean the kitchen from the stupid mess you made last night! It's so embarrassing when Jake comes over…" She sighed as she look another beer bottle off the table, and with much effort, her hands clumsy, she was able to pop the top off.
"Uh, it's called cooking mom, and I am sorry that I am doing extra hours at the gas station to try and pay the electric bill. And it totally seems that Jake really cares about how this dump looks." Samantha said sarcastically, her voice rising. "Maybe if you got a job we could move outta here-"
"Shut up Sam! I'm your mother; don't talk to me like that!" She screeched before taking another glug of beer.
"Seems like you're a great mother, huh?" Sam shrieked, pulling the sleeve of her jacket up and showing the shiny yellow bruise that rested above her elbow.
"I said Shut up!" Her eyes where wild and Sam glanced at the five empty bottles on the ratty coffee table.
"Mom, You would have no home and no beer without me. Right when I get enough money, I am out of here." Samantha spat.
"Samantha Allen, never speak to me that way again! Do you understand? I am your mother!" Sam's mom said with a surprisingly cold calm voice.
"I am already 19 so I can technically walk out right now-"
Samantha's mom picked up an unopened beer bottle and everything seemed to freeze. The amber colored bottle flashed through the air, straight to its target. Samantha turned her face just in time, and the bottle exploded against the back of her head.
Shards of glass splashed her neck. Sam let out a heart wrenching scream and fell to the floor, the room spinning violently around her. She blindly crawled to the front door and tried desperately to open it. She had to get out of this hell hole. With much effort, she finally got the door open. Sam tried to stand up, only to come crashing back down. Feeling bile rise up in her throat, she crawled out the door. A small part of her mind wondered 'is it beer or blood running down my spine?' Samantha crashed down the stairs of the broken porch and tried to crawl down the street. Her stomach wrenched. Soon enough she fell to the ground and vomited around herself. Darkness that was creeping into her vision. She stopped fighting. Right on the dirty, broken ground, she fell unconscious.
Jordan
Jordan Maron easily coasted on his skateboard as he let his thoughts wander in the summer night. He tried to ignore the dumpy and seemingly abandoned houses that cluttered the way back to his apartment. It was a little sad and creepy to be around the 'unsafe' part of Santa Barbra California, but it did get him home much faster. Seconds later, he heard a soul killing scream and bone crunching crash. He stopped, looking around at the dark hollow houses around him. Then, a door opened and a shadow crawled out. At first he thought it was a hurt pet, but walking forward, he saw the shape was human. It looked so small, he guessed it was a child. His heart started to beat faster. Should he run, or help?
He took a deep breath, and ran to it, abandoning his skateboard. Long, blond hair fanned out around her head, and despite what he first thought, it wasn't a child. He tried putting one arm under her neck, but pulled away when he felt glass imbedded there. His hand was now covered in blood. He ignored it and pulled her small frame over his shoulder. He ran as fast as possible towards a brighter, safer part of the city. He could feel her raspy breaths on his neck, which made him start to sprint. He tried hard to stay calm, but couldn't help but worry about what the hell happened to her. Soon enough he was back into the busy and tourist filled streets.
With sudden urgency at hearing the girl's breathing start to dramatically slow, he franticly waved down a cab. In half a minute, he was rushing into a cab, asking for the hospital. The driver sensed his urgency, so they sped off, dangerously dodging cars. Jordan didn't realize he was holding his breath until nurses in the hospital whisked her away on a stretcher. He flopped down into a chair. Should he leave? He didn't know this girl, and it wasn't his business to know what happened. But for some reason, he couldn't get up and walk out of the sliding doors. He wanted to know if this girl was okay. He sat thinking, but soon, a chubby woman in tea green scrubs walked up.
"Are you the young man who saved that girls life?" She asked. Her nametag read Judy, with little hearts all around her name.
"Saved?" Jordan said, embarrassed. "Well I didn't really save her…"
"Oh don't be silly. About ten minutes later she would have been close to having permanent damage to her brain, and probably would have lost a lot more blood."
"Is she okay?" he asked, trying to get to the point.
"We don't know yet, the girl- or young woman I should say, wants to see you. She just woke up, but we'll need to put her back to sleep in a bit to do the operation."
"Operation?" Jordan tapped his foot nervously, standing up.
"We have to pull glass shards from her neck."
"Oh." He said, following Judy down the hall and to the large elevator.
Jordan nervously opened the door. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise when she saw him. She had whitish blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and a dirt streaked face. Yet she still somehow managed to look as pretty as a fresh rose. Jordan felt his heart stop and couldn't think straight, staring right at her beautiful face. ( A/N Yeah, that's right! After the blood, beer and vomit Jordan falls in love…)
"Thank you…" She whispered.
"Um… yeah." Jordan quickly looked at his shoes in embarrassment.
"You look really, really familiar actually. But I just can't place your face."
Just then, a lab coat clad doctor strode into the room, a grim look on his face.
"I just looked over the brain scan. She has some internal bleeding near the back of her head. She may have some short term memory loss Judy. It was a pretty serious concussion, but whoever found her got there in the nick of time." He said, pushing his wire rimmed glasses higher up his face.
"Wait, what?" The patient said, her pout getting deeper.
"Honey, where do you live? How old are you? What is your name?" Judy pestered.
"My name is Sam, I'm nineteen… and that's all I know." She said, looking depressed. Sam, as he now knew her, shifted uncomfortably.
"I never heard your name." Her eyelids started to close.
"I'm Jordan."
"Well, Jordan, you are going to have to go now because you aren't allowed to be in here for the operation. If you would like you can wait for about thirty minutes until the operation is over, because it's fairly simple." Judy interrupted.
"Uh, okay." He stuttered before leaving the room, walking silently to the elevator. He remembered that he forgot to post a video that day.
"Why should that matter right now?" He thought, purposely ignoring the clock on the wall that read eleven. Blankly staring at his blood stained hand he thought about Sam, and how beautiful she looked, even after losing like a quart of blood, having a concussion, and the glass in her skin… ( A/N Was that a little too much?) He shook his head. It was eleven at night, he ran about a mile, and he just wasn't thinking straight.
Awhile later Judy came into the quiet lobby, scanning the room for him.
"Jordan, its past midnight and the operation is taking longer than expected, so why not just come back in the morning?" She said motherly, patting him on the back. Jordan glanced at the clock to see that she was right, it was just a little past 12 p.m.
"Alright, I better go then…" He trailed off, reluctantly walking out the sleek glass doors to the hospital.
Jordan stared at the ceiling and tried to calm his thoughts so he could get some much needed sleep, but it wasn't working. All he could think about was the blood, the glass shards, and her beautiful face, Sam's beautiful face…
No. How could he be thinking that way? He was just tired and a little freaked out from everything, and he needed sleep.
Jordan quickly turned to face the wall and forced his eyes shut, letting his thoughts drift…