"Matt?" I let out, exasperated at his random appearance at our door since the break up.
"Hey, Sammy." I roll my eyes and fight back the urge to slam the door in his face.
"How many times do I have to tell you people not to call me Sammy?!" I yell and hear a frightened eeep come from behind me along with hurrying feet.
"Sorry..."
"What do you want?" I mutter under my breath.
"To figure out why you broke up with me." I sigh and, again, fight the urge to hurt him in some sort of way. Why did I ever date such an ASS?!
"I told you why!" I scream/whisper. You know those screams that you whisper so the person near you can't hear? Yeah, that kind.
"Oh, that you have a little crush on the girl you live with?" My eyes widen at how loudly he's talking... Oh yeah... To cover up the fact that I'm not straight...
"Shut. UP!" I yell. "Don't make me kick your ass." I threaten. "I broke up with you because I thought you wouldn't want to stay with a girl who doesn't love you or even like you like that anymore... Who never has! I'm trying to be a good friend, now, if you're going to be an ass, feel free to leave." I say, starting to shut the door, but his hand gets in the way. "Move your damn hand!" I yell and he doesn't ,so I lock the door with the chain lock and let his hand stay there in the door.
"Baby!" I hear him and I listen while I go to the kitchen to get the butter sock from the freezer. (I learned that they hurt worse while frozen... I experimented... don't judge.) "Please, don't give up on us!"
"I'm not. Just simply stating the truth that we both knew... 1. You're an ass who wouldn't let me say no to sex without me kicking your ass and 2. That we weren't going to last... Now, please remove your hand from the door before I'm forced to brutally beat it with the sock." I say, loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough for Cat to. "Three-"
"Come on! You know you don't want it to end like this!" I groan.
"When, since we were kids, have I not beaten you to a pulp when you do shit like this?!" I yell through the crack. "Two." I mutter.
"Sam! Please!"
"No. One." I fling the sock down and his hand slips out of the door just in time to be saved from the sock.
"Come on baby! Don't let it end like this."
"Walk away before I come out there!" I yell as I fling the sock back into the freezer. Man, if I hadn't met Cat that dude woulda been in the hospital!
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, Kid?" I ask with my head in my hands, exasperated on the couch.
"What's the matter?" I sigh, I know I can't fully explain it without her getting confused.
"Nothing, Kid..." I mutter, forcing my head out of my hands and giving her a small smile, causing her to grin back and giggle. Damn. Why is life so hard? "So, how was school today?" I ask, forcing myself not to go insane, cuss, kill things, etc.
"Good! Guess what?" I smile a qinuine smile at how excited she looks as she sits on her knees on our couch.
"What?" I ask, as if I was talking to a young child... Which in essence I was.
"I got the part of Sandy in Grease!" I smile and return the hug she gives me.
"Congrats, Kid. Do I get a free ticket?" I ask, she's the only one I'd go to a musical for. She pulls a ticket from her back pocket and hands it to me. I stand and stick it to the fridge with a magnet. "Thanks, Kid."
"Of course, Sammy." I ignore the nickname for the time being, and just concentrate on the fact that my best friend is going to be Sandy, the main character, on Grease. Why do all of my friends have to always be so much better at everything? I mean I'm happy for her, don't get me wrong, but it still kinda depresses me. "So, I got you a audition for Hollywood Arts..." I groan.
"Cat, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't have a talent?"
"But you do! I hear you singing in the shower all the time! And you're a really good fighter, that's good for stunt people! And you can act, you were on a webshow!" She says and I sigh. "Please, just please try out... for me?" She looks at me with her big brown eyes and I can't help but give in. I nod and sigh as she giggles. "Thank you!" She throws her arms around me.
"Not a hugger!" And she pulls away. "When's the audition?" I sigh, ploping down on the couch next to her.
"Oh you know... in an hour?" My eyes widen as I start freaking out. What am I going to do for the audition? "So, here's what you're gonna do, you're going to do a skit from iCarly, then you're going to play your guitar and sing your favorite song, then you're going to fight one of the schools most amazing fighters, and bam! You're in!" She giggles and I groan.. It's not that easy.