Down Shore
(Sam)
A young woman, with long, straight brown hair, was in her bedroom in her house at Hazlet, NJ. Sammi was packing, getting ready to go down to the Jersey Shore house. They were filming for a fifth season. There was only one problem.
"Mommy?" Sam looked up to see a tiny 3-year old staring up at her. Sam smiled when she saw the identical straight brown hair and naturally tan complexion. Her only issue was when she looked in her daughter's eyes. They weren't Sam's; they were her daughter's father's eyes. Alli had inherited only one thing from her father Ron and it had to be the eyes.
3 years ago, Sam became pregnant by her shore boyfriend Ron. After all the events that transpired in 2010 in Miami, FL, Sam decided not to tell Ron, so he never knew. She figured she could tell him later. However, she had always pushed down the courage to tell Ron. In the summer of 2010 and the spring/summer of 2011, Sam kept Alli at her parents back in Jersey. But now, they were being re-located to a senior community and no children were allowed. Sam had to take Alli to Jersey.
Sam smiled and bent down. "Hey, Alli! Come here, kid." The little girl smiled and ran over to her mom. Sam smiled back and hugged her close. "You almost packed?" she inquired. The young girl nodded. Sam closed her suitcase (It was packed anyway) and left her bedroom to go to her daughter's bedroom. A pink Barbie suitcase sat half-full on the small bed with the pink and purple bedsheets. Quickly, Sam filled the suitcase with some more important things; and soon, they were done. Sam smiled at her young daughter, currently deciding which stuffed bear to pick.
"Mommy, should I take Paddington or Little Bear? I don't know...I like them both. Can I pwease take both of them?" the little girl asked. Sam smiled again and gathered both bears in her arm.
"You can take both, sweetie. Now we can get Pop-Pop to help us load our suitcases in the car and say goodbye." she said. Alli cheerily left the room and headed for the living room to say goodbye to Sam's parents, who, for all Alli's life, knew them as Nana and Pop-Pop. After a few minutes, they were ready to leave. Waving to her parents, Sam started the white car and backed out of the driveway, off towards Seaside Heights.
(Ron)
It was 3:35 exactly. Ron looked away from the clock in the kitchen and examined his scene. Nicole, Jenni and Deena were talking wth animated gestures. Mike was checking himself in the mirror as always. Pauly and Vinny and Ron were engaged in a conversation about grenades. A pesky cameramen stood behind Pauly, filming the whole thing. Ron also knew that there were undercover cameras placed everywhere.
Ron took another swig of his Ron-Ron juice (Watermelon, ice, vodka and other assorted fruits) and wondered why Sam was so late. Usually she came with him but after what happened in Miami, Jersey, and Florence, they were on and off frequently. Currently, they were off but who knows what could happen this summer. The door by the duck phone creaked open and Sam stepped in. The girls immediately went over to greet her. He found himself following awkwardly with everyone else. Sam turned her head for a moment and looked back for some unknown reason.
"These crowds are ridiculous," Pauly stated, assuming she was looking at the crowd of Jersey Shore fans, standing on the sidewalk across the street. "I mean, I understand we're famous but these people can't lay off for two seconds." he continued. Then, everyone discovered what Sam was lookig back for. A young girl-about 3- toddled in the house, lugging a pink Barbie suitcase behind her and grasping two stuffed bears in her arms. Everyone unanimously wondered who the girl was but didn't ask. Sam cut them all of, like she was a mind-reader.
"This is my daughter, Alli, guys." she said, smiling and placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. Ron got nervous. Stuff...happened around three years ago. Without realizing why, he walked closer and hugged her. "Hey, Ron. What's going on?"
"Hey, Sam. Nothing much. Uh...don't mind me but who's the kid?" he asked nervously, in her ear. Sam's stomach pitted. She was not nearly ready to tell Ron he missed out on being a dad for three years. However, she couldn't lie. "How old is she? Who's her father?" Ron asked nervously. Part of him didn't really want to know but he asked anyway.
"She's 3, and her dad is...Arvin." Ron got a little less tense, remembering Mike's friend from last year vividly. He was about to ask if they were together when Ms. Mind Reader struck again, "To be honest, it was just a one night stand," Sam said, looking around. Luckily, Alli wasn't paying attention. She was talking to Deena. "He knows but he honestly doesn't care. Don't talk about it to Alli. She barely knows him and gets heartbroken whenever she hears about him." Ron nodded and Alli skipped over to her mom.
"Mommy! Deena and Nicole are calling me pasketti!" she cried aloud. Sam chuckled, realizing that Deena and Nicole were just...little meatballs. "Who's this?" Alli asked, pointing to Ron. Sam bent down low, to her daughter's level. Heart pounding, she spit out somewhat of the truth.
"This is Ron." she started. Instead of saying Ron was her father, she just said he was a friend. The little girl said hi and skipped away. After five more minutes, the rest of the introductions were conducted. The sleeping arrangements had to be changed; girls would sleep downstairs and guys would go upstairs. Sam had hopped in the shower to rinse off. Alli was sitting on her mom's bed, playing with a Barbie doll and dressing it and combing its hair. The other three girls were gossiping. J-woww turned to Nicole.
"That has to be Ron's kid," she said, "Besides Sam's nose, Alli looks a lot like him." Jenni stated, staring at her two meatballs. They nodded in agreement. Deena suggested they ask Alli themselves. Jenni shook her head; unsure if they should involve the young kid like this, but it was too late. Deena had called Alli over. The tiny bruntette toddled over, but instead of clutching a Barbie doll, a green thing was in her hand. Quickly, the girls realized what it was and an embarassed Nicole confiscated the item, running back to hide it. Jenni scooped up the young girl in her arms. "How did you find that?" Timidly, the young girl explained it was sitting atop of the dresser. "Well, you better not touch that again and don't tell Mommy."
The little girl nodded. Deena jumped right in on asking questions. "So...who's your daddy?" she asked, with a cunning smile. Jenni could only laugh about how coy Deena was acting. She was a blast in a glass alright. All paused before thinking of an answer. The three girls looked at her expectantly. However, the three-year old found nothing to say and burst into tears. The girls were speechless. They had also gotten caught. Sam walked out, dressed, with soaking wet hair. She hurried over and held her daughter in her arms.
"What's going on?" Immediately spotting her daughter in distress, Sam rushed over and snatched her from Jenni's arms. "What happened? Huh?" When the girl kept bawling, Sam turned to the three girls. "What did you guys do?" Jenni looked at Deena and Nicole, trying to construct a lie and fast.
"The, uh, story we told her must've been too scary." Jenni trailed. Sam rose her eyebrows, asking what the story was about. "About? Uh, we just told her what happened to bratty, misbehaved kids...the uh, sandman took them." Sam scoffed and reasoned, 'of course it would be scary. Alli was only 3.' Calming down Alli, Sam carried her away. Jenni sighed in relief. Hopefully Alli wouldn't divulge the truth later.
