Post PP. They are 18. I own nothing! Well except the plot! For all of you that read my stories, I will try to put at least one short story everyday.
Sam Manson hated being in that house almost as much as she hated the color pink. After months of secretly saving, she and her boyfriend of four years decided to move in together on the other side of Amity Park. It was far away from that judgmental place she had called home for so many years. Although it was tough, they managed to get a small one bed room apartment near their old high school. They had good days and bad days, but one day was just plain hilarious, and it all started over an empty milk carton.
"Danny, did you put the empty milk cartoon back in the fridge?"
"No."
"Danny, unless you want to meet my combat boots, you will tell me the truth!"
"Sam, I am telling you the truth."
"If you didn't do it, then who did!"
"I don't know!"
"Will you two keep it down? I'm trying to watch TV!" yelled Tucker from the couch. Next to him sat a half empty bowl of cereal that contained the last bit of milk.
"Tucker. I have two questions. One, what are you doing in my apartment? Two, did you put the empty milk carton in the fridge?" asked an obviously annoyed Sam.
Danny slowly inched out of the room. This was going to get ugly and painful.
"Well. You see I-," Tucker tried to explain. "I'm here because Jazz doesn't want me watching this at our place, and well ummm- Oh look at the time. I'm late for that thing at that place. Well, see ya!" Tucker ran from that apartment as fast as his thin nerd legs would carry him. He didn't even make it to the street before Sam caught him.
Danny just watched as Sam started tackling Tucker. He backed away from the window. He wrote a small note and left for work.
Sam entered that house and found Danny's note on the kitchen table.
Dear Sam,
I told you I didn't put the empty milk carton in the fridge. I'll pick up more on the way home along with some bandages for Tucker. I think he needs them.
Forever Yours
-Danny