What's up guys?! It's been a while, huh? But hopefully, with the Christmas holidays coming up, I won't be as inactive :P But anyway, here's a Sam and Cat story!
Now, of course, Sam and Cat isn't Sam and Cat without the jokes, but I am the worst comedian in the history of the world, so all the jokes I put in will probably totally lame, but I'll try my best. Also, some of the characters might be a little OOC, and I do apologise. There will also be some parts that will be a bit on the serious side, but I'm not sure to what extent yet.
Sorry for any typos or spelling/grammar errors. I don't own Sam and Cat, or anything except my OC and the plot. Hope you enjoy! :P
"But Mom, I don't need a babysitter!" Dice Corleone complained.
"Well, I'm not leaving you home alone. Not after last time." Ms. Corleone replied.
"I told you, it wasn't my fault! The pig followed me home! And then so did the cow... And the sheep... And- Look, my point is, it won't happen again." He bargained.
"I'm sorry, Dice, but my decision is final. Look, don't think of it as being babysat, just think of it as staying for the week. Anyway, I thought you liked Sam and Cat?"
"I do, when we're hanging out as friends. Not when they're babysitting me!"
"Well, I'm not changing my mind. Now, let's go." Ms. Corleone said. Dice pouted and grabbed his suitcase, following his mother out of their apartment.
~Two days later~
"Dice! Have you touched my fried chicken?!" Sam hollered, walking into the living room where Dice was sat on the couch (which also doubled as his bed), doing his laces up.
"No, why would I touch your fried chicken, I'm too young to die." He replied, knowing that Sam would kill him if he so much as thought about eating it.
"Anyway, I'll be back later." He said, standing up.
"What? Where are you going?" The blonde asked.
"Got a sale to make." He said, "Someone said they're prepared to pay $100 for a full box of spifes."
"You're going on your own?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, why?" Dice raised an eyebrow at her.
"Nothing, it's just... Cat and I are getting paid to watch you and we might not get as much if something happens to you."
Dice groaned, "Sam, c'mon, I thought you were supposed to be the cool babysitter?"
"Alright, fine, but if anything happens, I was never here." She then left the room without another word. Dice just shrugged, grabbed his box of spifes, and was on his way.
OOOOOOOOOO
Turns out Dice's sale wasn't as successful as he'd hoped. The guy only paid him $50 for the box. So, after the disappointing deal, Dice began trudging home.
He was only a few blocks away from the apartment building, when he heard a scream. Dice stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to look in the direction of which the scream came from. There was a dark alley, but thanks to the dim light of the street lights, he could see a several large figures advancing on one small figure.
Not really knowing where his mind was, Dice took off. He ran into the alley, where he could now see a group of men ganging up on a small girl.
"Just give us something valuable and no one gets hurt." One of the guys demanded in a gruff voice.
"I-I don't have anything." The girl's terrified voice whimpered. One of the guys shoved her, causing her to squeak and fall to the ground.
"Hey!" Before he could stop himself, Dice yelled out. Everyone turned to him. His eyes widened once he'd realised what he'd done. "L-Leave her alone!" He tried to sound less scared than he was.
"And what are you gonna do about it if we don't, huh?" One of them growled, as they started walking towards him.
"I'll, uh..." He looked around, desperately trying to think of something. He then spotted a large rock. "I'll do this." He picked up the rock and threw it at one of them, nailing him right in the head. He fell unconscious and his friends caught him before running away, dragging him with them.
Dice just stood there for a moment, thinking about what the hell he'd just done, until he snapped out of it and ran over to the girl.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down beside her.
"Y-yeah, I-I think so." She mumbled, sitting up and placing a hand on her head. She then looked at Dice, "Thanks. You didn't have to do that."
"So, what are you doing out here all alone?" He asked curiously. The girl looked around nervously.
"Oh, uh, my Mom sent me to get some groceries and, well, that happened." She explained. There was something about the way her voice shook that didn't completely convince Dice, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, well, I could walk you home if you want. Just in case those guys come back?" Dice offered.
"Oh, uh, no, it's okay. I only live a few minutes away from here." She said. They both stood up and walked out of the alley. Once they were under the street lights, Dice got a proper look at her face and gasped. Her fair skin was marked with patches of dirt and her messy, dark hair looked like it hadn't been washed in months. She wore a dirty grey sweater and blue ripped jeans, that clearly weren't ripped for fashion purposes. The girl knew why Dice had gasped, and why he was staring at her the way he was, so she looked away.
"Your mother didn't really send you out to get groceries, did she?" Dice asked. The girl stayed silent. Dice gently grabbed her chin and turned her head, forcing her to look at him. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she tried to hold them in.
"What happened?" He asked softly. She shook her head. "It's okay, I won't hurt you."
"I ran away from home." She muttered, almost in audibly. Almost. Dice still heard it.
"Why?" He asked, hoping he wasn't pushing it too far.
"My parents... they'd left me alone for the weekend to go on holiday for their anniversary, but their plane crashed on their way home and...and they died." She paused to take a deep breath, a few tears falling as she did so, "I was sent to a foster home with six other kids. They all hated me. They pushed me around and they bullied me. And the parents practically ignored me. I stayed for a week, until I couldn't take it anymore and ran away." She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"Oh my god." Dice whispered to himself. That was the saddest thing he'd ever heard in his life. "How long have you been on your own?"
"Um, almost five months." She replied, looking anywhere but at Dice. His eyes bugged out of his head.
"Five months?!" He almost shouted, "How have you fed yourself? Kept warm?!"
The girl shrugged, "When I first ran away I had a little food with me, but then I ran out, so I had to sell my things for money. I sold my phone, my laptop, even my coat. The money I got from all that paid for my food, and several bus fairs, which is how I ended up here." She explained.
"Where did you live before?" Dice asked, "Sorry if I'm asking too many questions..." He added guiltily.
She giggled lightly, "It's okay. I was born in Ohio, but the foster home I lived in was in Vancouver."
"Vancouver?! You've come all the way from Canada?!"
"I've made it this far, haven't I?" She shrugged, "I'm sure I can survive longer."
Dice shook his head, "No way. You're coming with me." He gently grabbed her hand.
"What?!" She yelled, pulling away.
"You shouldn't have to be living on the streets. You can come and stay with me and my friends, Sam and Cat. They won't mind." Well, he hoped they wouldn't.
"You don't even know my name." The girl said.
"What is it?" Dice asked.
"Benny Ridgewood." She told him.
"I'm Dice. Now that we know each other's names, let's go." He grabbed her hand again and began pulling her along. This time, Benny let him, too tired from today's events to argue.