HELLO.
Here's a story I made for Blam, I wanted to make one really bad and this idea came to mind. SO YEAH.
In my story, Stevie is 8 and Stacey is 13. I know that isn't their real age, but it's how I wanted them to be portrayed.
HERE GOES.
PLOT: Sam can't remember anything. He can't remember left or right, up or down, most important he can't remember his family or friends. How will he cope? And when his night is shining hair gel comes to his rescue, will he start to remember everything? Blam, with a hint of Bram, Tike and Jyder.
Sam Evans woke up Tuesday morning thinking he was going to have a normal day. He didn't think that was the day everything changed. Life for Sam Evans was different though. Not normal. Saying that his life was going to be completely changed was saying a lot.
For one, he was poor. His parents tried to get more money, but it wouldn't work. They either got down sized, or fired. He had a job too, he worked at Breadstix, the local restaurant in Lima, Ohio.
The job paid well, but any money they could scrounge up would be for eating and clothes for his two younger siblings, Stevie and Stacey. Stevie was the youngest out of all siblings. He was in Grade 3, 8 years old. Stacey was in Grade 8, 13 years old.
Sam loved them, but they made his life difficult. Stevie played video games a lot, and always wanted Sam to play with him, he didn't understand how Sam needed to work on his homework. He had to work harder on his work, so that meant he had to work longer. He worked on a simple question for 5 to 10 minutes.
He had dyslexia, and that made things harder to read.
Now his sister, she was great, but sometimes she liked to pretend Sam wasn't anybody. She wouldn't talk to him about anything. School, boys, homework, boys, her friends, boys. He wanted to steer her clear of bad things, like drugs, or boys, or alcohol, or boys.
Anyways, the boy climbed out of bed, and glanced at the clock beside him bed. It was beeping, so he clicked on a button on the top of the alarm clock and it stopped making noise. "Twenty minutes? I can do that." He ran over to his dresser and opened the second drawer.
He pulled a pair of jeans and boxers out. He slammed the drawer shut, and proceeded to open the top one. He grabbed a yellow shirt, with blue writing on it. The shirt read 'AEROPOSTILE'. Sam slipped out of the boxers he was wearing, which was the only thing he was wearing.
Sam wore boxers to bed, nothing more. His parents had tried to change that, they didn't think it was 'proper' or some crap like that. He ignored them though, it was comfortable to sleep in just his boxers. Let his abs breath.
He quickly pulled his shirt on, and put the clean pair of boxers on. Sam grabbed his jeans and put one leg in. He attempted to put the other one in, but he tripped and fell onto the ground. "Ooof!" He shouted as he fell onto the ground.
When he got back onto his feet, he properly put his jeans on, buttoned them up, and zipped up the zipper.
"Sammy! Mom says you have to get up and stop touching yourself!" A high pitched voice called from outside of his door. Stacey. He grinned and opened his bedroom door. Stacey was standing there, her phone in her hands. She was chewing on a piece of gum, and typing something. She wore a skirt that was short enough to be on a child. She had a tank top on, with was black with white lettering on it.
"Stacey, it's seven in the morning, you've already got the phone out? Who are you texting anyways?" Sam asked, taking the phone out of her hands. "Bugger off Sam!" She shouted, jumping up. Her blonde hair flew in the air. She tried to grab the phone from him, but Sam held it up in the air, reading it.
"Dear Kyle, I loooooooooooooove you soooooo much." Sam read, laughing. Stacey landed on the ground and smiled. "You're going to regret this." She told him, making a sour face. "And why?"
"Because." Sam didn't get a chance to reply, because as soon as he opened his mouth, Stacey punched him hard in the stomach. He groaned in pain, and held him stomach in pain. "Okay. Here's your phone." He handed the phone back to Stacey.
She smiled and skipped down the hallway. "Good to see those tai kwon doe classes are working." He mumbled to himself. Sam took a couple of breaths, shaking off the pain he was in. Sam walked out of his bedroom and hopped down the stairs.
When he got down the stairs, he saw his parents, Stevie and Stacey sitting at the table. Stacey was on her phone, with food in front of her. Stevie was on a small gaming device, clicking buttons that beeped.
His parents were drinking coffee, his father reading the newspaper. "Anything good, dad?" Sam asked, taking a seat beside his dad. "Nah. Most interesting thing in here is about a dog saving a baby from a fire." He threw the paper back on the table. The paper hit Stevie's cup of orange juice, which had made it spill all over the table.
"Dwight! You need to be more careful." Sam's mother said, grabbing the newspaper from the table. She stood from her chair and rushed over to the counter. She grabbed the paper towels and threw them at Sam's father.
"Clean it up." Sam's father stood up and handed the paper towels to Sam. "I actually have to leave for work. I'll talk to you guys, later." He pressed his fist against Sam's, ruffled Stevie's hair, and kissed Stacey on the top of her head.
"I'll talk to you after work, Mary." He pressed his lips against her cheek. His father did that all the time. If he made a mess, he'd always make an excuse for why he couldn't clean it. For example, last night he tracked mud into the house, but he said he had to call his boss. He ended up calling up his buddies and planning another 'Drinking Night'.
"Sam, could you please help out and clean that up?" His mother asked, fixing her hair into a bun. Sam nodded and ripped off a piece of paper towel. He started soaking up the juice from the table.
"Stacey, I see your belly button." Stevie told her, poking at it. "Bugger off, twerp!" She pushed Stevie away, making him fall on the floor. "Kids, stop that!" Mary shouted, walking over to both of them.
"Stacey, honey, he has a point. Go putting something appropriate on." She commented, looking at her clothes. Stacey rolled her eyes and got up from her chair. "I don't want to see your belly button and I want everything covered!"
Stacey groaned loudly. "I hate this! I HATE THIS FAMILY! I HATE YOU!" She screamed, running out of the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah. Sam's hated me, soon Stevie will hate me. I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!"
Sam grinned and walked over to his mother. "I have to go. Blaine will be here soon." He kissed his mother's cheek and grabbed his bag from the counter. "Okay, honey. Before you leave, will Blaine mind dropping Stacey and Stevie off at school?"
"Nah, he loves 'em. STACEY GET DOWN HERE!" Sam shouted. He heard the sound of feet stomping on the stairs. When he saw Stacey walk into the kitchen, she had a long, sleeved shirt on with black sweatpants. "Happy?" She asked, showing Mary her outfit.
"That's better. Have a good day, guys." He kissed Stacey's forehead, and wrapped her arms around Stevie. "Love you guys." She blew a kiss to them as they were walking threw the door.
Sam looked at Stacey and saw her ripping off the black sweatpants and long sleeved shirt. "The ol' switcharoo prank, I see." Sam said, watching as she stuffed the discarded clothes into her bag.
"Mary can't tell me what or what not to wear, that's Clinton and Stacey's job." Sam smirked and then turned to Stevie, who was, to Sam's surprise, not playing a video game. "Have you defeated Donkey Kong and the Terminator yet?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"I would, if I had a partner." Stevie looked at Sam with big pouty eyes. He did that on their parents all the time. They'd melt if they saw his eyes like that. "Maybe later bud." He ruffled Stevie's hair and then took another look at Stacey.
Her skirt was the same one, except now she had tights under them. If you looked at her, you'd think she was either a prostitute, or a freshman trying to fit in at Sam's school. Speaking of which, Blaine, his best friend, was supposed to pick them up.
BEEP! Right on cue. "GET IN LOSERS!" He heard Blaine's voice call out. He smiled and hustled the kids into the car. When they were in, Sam took a look at Blaine. He was wearing his usual pink rimmed sunglasses, with a red button up shirt and a black jacket over. He didn't have as much hair gel in his hair as he did every day.
"Lookin good Blaine." He commented, stepping into his own seat. Blaine smiled and took his sunglasses off and placed them on top of his head. "Obviously. I didn't have much gel left, so I have to go buy more later." Blaine said, pressing his foot down on the gas petal.
"I think you still look hot." Stacey told him. Blaine turned to Stacey and grinned. "Why thank you. I thought I still did." He turned back to the front and looked at Sam. "So, who am I dropping off first? The munchkins, or you?" He asked. The car started reversing, and soon they were on the road.
"Who do you think?" Sam asked, sarcastically. "Well, if you're going to use that snippy attitude, maybe I should drop YOU off." Sam punched him in the shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to get Blaine to shut up.
"So Stace, you got a boyfriend yet?" Blaine asked. Stacey smiled and blushed. "Not yet." She answered looking down at her phone. "Stacey's blushing!" Stevie shouted. Stevie couldn't say anything else, because as soon as he tried, Stacey punched him in the stomach. "Shut it turd!" She yelled.
"If you guys don't stop shouting Blaine will drop you off here." Sam snapped. Stevie and Stacey looked at each other and then back at Sam. They quieted down, Stacey started texting her friends again, Stevie went back to playing his gameboy.
A few minutes later, Blaine and Sam dropped the kids off. When they were out, Sam pushed his seat and leaned down. "Thank god they're finally gone. Turn up the tunes." Sam ordered. "Will do." Blaine clicked a button on the radio and a song started. It was one of Sam and Blaine's favorite songs. Heroes.
"TURN IT UP!" Sam said, grinning. Blaine did as he said, and turned the music up. Both boys started singing along to the song, rocking out to it. "I, I will be sing, and you, you will be queen, though nothing will drive them away, we can beat them, just for one day. We can be heroes, just for day!" They both sang, laughing out loud.
The song soon ended, and the boys were gasping for air from laughing so hard. BING! Sam looked down and realized it was his phone. A picture of a girl with blonde hair popped up. "Its Britt. Turn the music off." Blaine did exactly that.
Sam opened his phone and held it up to his ear. "Hello my lovely." He said to her. "Hey you. Will Blaine mind picking me up at my house?" She asked. "I forgot what time the bus comes, and Lord Tubbington stole the keys to my car."
Sam looked over at Blaine. "Can you spare a ride?" He asked. Blaine shrugged. "Sure. We're about to pass her house, tell her to be ready." Blaine answered, making a sharp turn. "We'll be there in a few." Sam hung up the phone and stuffed it in his pocket. He turned to Blaine and saw that he didn't look happy.
"Don't give me that look. I'd understand if you needed to pick up YOUR boyfriend, so why can't you understand that I need to pick up my girlfriend?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"A, I don't have a boyfriend. B, if she wanted a ride, she could have asked her parents." Blaine was always jealous of Brittany. He wanted to be with Sam, and he had a feeling that Sam knew about that already. Sam wasn't gay though, and that sucked.
"Here we are. Where is she?" Blaine asked, not hiding the fact that he was ticked off. "She's coming. Just wait." Sam got out of the car and ran to Brittany's front door. He knocked on it, and when it opened, Brittany was standing there. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and she had on her Cheerio uniform.
"Well hello ma'am." He said, leaning towards her. His lips touched hers. Blaine watched that, and he could easily say that they were sucking each others faces off. He pressed down on the steering wheel, making a loud noise that got Sam and Brittany's attention. "Guess we have to get in now." Sam threw Brittany over his shoulder and brought her towards the car.
She screamed and laughed, hitting Sam's back. "You suck!" She giggled. When they got back to the car, he set her down gently on the ground. Like a gentleman, he opened the back door for her and waited for her to take a seat. He then slid beside her and shut the door.
"You're really going to leave me up here, alone, like a stupid chauffeur?" Blaine asked, furious. "Calm down, Blaine Warbler." Brittany said, putting her seat belt on.
The rest of the drive was filled with Sam and Brittany's laughs, and sounds of them making out. Blaine was actually happy to get to school for once. He slammed the car door shut and headed towards the school.
"I'll be right back." Sam told Brittany, kissing her forehead. He chased after Blaine and when he got to him, he practically jumped on his back. "Screw off Sam." He said, pushing him off. "Nope. Not happening!" Sam wrapped his legs around Blaine's back and held on tight.
Blaine struggled in Sam's hold, trying to push him off again. Sam laughed. "Don't be mad at me and I will!" Blaine shook his head and couldn't hide his smile. "Fine, just get off!" Blaine yelled, pushing back again. That time, Sam fell off and hit his head against the ground.
"Sam?" Blaine turned around and saw Sam on the ground, knocked out. "Oh, crap." He leaned down towards Sam, and grabbed his head. "Sam, wake up!" He said, shaking him. "Please? Sam!"
"Please wake up. Don't do this. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." Sam felt somebody grabbing onto his hand, whispering over and over. His eyes fluttered open. He peeked around the room, white walls, monitors all over the room, and a lot of electronic things.
When he turned his head, he felt the pain rushing to his head. He snatched his head away from whoever was holding it, and pressed his fingers on his temples. His eyes closed, and he bit his lip hard. "He's awake." He heard a voice say. When Sam's composure got back to him, and the blood wasn't rushing to his head anymore, he opened his eyes again.
"Oh, Sammy!" A woman ran over to him, and wrapped her arms around him. He froze in his spot, trying not to touch the woman he didn't know. His eyes looked over to the side, and saw a man with a white jacket on, and a metal tool around his neck. There was also a girl with blonde hair, which was tied back.
Beside his bed was a boy with black hair which was slicked back with gel. "Hello." He said quietly. The man in white walked over to Sam, and laid his hand on Sam's forehead. "How are you feeling, buddy?" He asked.
"My.. My head hurts." Sam answered. The woman grinned, and laughed. "Of course. Blaine said you took a mighty spill." The woman said. Sam was puzzled. "Who's Blaine?" He asked.
"Are you kidding?" The boy with black hair asked. "Do I kid a lot? Is it normal?"
The woman looked at the man in white and her eyes went wide. "Explain." The man walked over to Sam and crossed his arms. "Sam, do you remember anything?" He asked. Sam shook his head. "No."
A couple minutes later, the man, who Sam figured out was the doctor, came back into the room. "Okay. It seems like what happened was that Sam's head got hit on the ground so hard, that it made him forget everything." He explained. Sam looked at the woman, who told him that she was his mother, and took her hand.
"When will he start remembering?" His mother asked. The doctor shrugged. "No way to tell. It could take days, weeks, months, maybe forever." He answered. His mother had tears in the corner of her eyes. "He may never remember me? I can't believe this." She turned to the boy with gel in his hair, who Sam never learned the identity of.
"YOU. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" She yelled, about to attack the boy. "Mrs. Evans, stop!" The doctor held her back and the girl with the ponytail pulled the boy back. "I trusted you guys. Brittany, and you Blaine. You guys ruined his life!" She shouted, running out of the room.
The doctor ran out to chase after her. Sam looked at the two people in the room with him. "You really don't remember us?" The girl asked, he was assuming THAT was Brittany. "Nope. Wish I did." Brittany turned to the boy, Blaine.
"We have to help him." Blaine said.
Brittany agreed and looked at him, smiling. "You'll be okay." Blaine patted his back.
Thanks for reading my prologue! YOU GUYS ALL RULE.