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A/N: sorry i haven't updated anything in a while and i'm starting a new story but i'll try to continue my other stories along the way...but enjoy my story anyways
Wrong House? Chapter 1
"Sam!!" I yelled, running to her front door soaked in grape jelly, "I'm not gonna let you get away for this! I can't believe…ahh..Hello sir.."
"Who the hell are you?" A big sketchy looking man stepped out onto the porch.
"Fr…F…Freddie Benson…I…was looking for uh Sam Puckett" I stuttered, the man looked like he had just stepped out of prison with his snake tattoos and camouflage pants.
"Sam Puckett? Oh I remember Puckett, Dean Puckett…Hey Delilah! Wasn't that business man Dean Puckett and his daughters or twin,s those Blondie's with the longest hair?!" He screamed to the lady laying on the couch looking over at us.
"Wait yeah blonde long hair! That's Sam and kind of abrasive right? But I mean doesn't she live here?!" This was getting more confusing by the second, I mean who were these people?! And where the heck was Sam and why wasn't she living here? Was she living somewhere else even worse maybe?! Wait why do I care so much?...
"Yeah her father Mr. Big Bucks paid us 300 dollars to borrow our house a few weekends ago when her little goody two shoed friends came over" The man answered burping afterwards. I cringed at the smell and asked, "Well Sam doesn't know her dad and how did they pay you"
"A check and if we are talking about the same blonde chicks then yes they have a rich daddy…Look buddy I have no idea what the hell you're still doing here, so I will let ya go" The man turned to shut the door and by some weird voice in my head I stuck my foot in the door stopping the huge man in his tracks.
"Have you cashed the check yet?!" I yelled frightened out of my mind when the man turned around.
"No…Not yet" The man said reluctantly.
"Then can I see the address?"
"I'll go see wait here…" The man shut the door and waited so long I thought that he had just left me hanging out on his porch. As I was getting ready to get into my truck, the man stepped out with a piece of scrap paper. He grunted and gave me the slip it read, 1367 Forest Rd. Seattle
That area was the richest around here and very exclusive…
It's a very short chapter but Review if you'd like!! Hope you liked it!
~princess-lover