My triumphant return after a trying episode with my computer!!!!
Three days without school, work, or my overbearing mother. Don't get me wrong, I love the woman, but it can send the wrong kind of message if the only friends a guy has are two girls, and his own mother. Well, Spencer counts, I suppose, but he's more like a brother than a friend, or anything else for that matter.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, three days of freedom. Well, almost.
I threw my duffel bag into the open and waiting trunk of Griffins brother's car, and adjusted the strap of my backpack on my back. I rounded the car and attempted to get in behind Griffin, sitting in the driver's seat. I found the door locked. Sitting on the other side of the glass was my worst nightmare, and the only reason I was not completely enraptured by the prospect of a three-day vacation from everything. Accompanying Carly, Griffin, and I would be Sam. While we had all stayed "friends" since middle school, Sam's attitude and years of abuse was really starting to get to me.
"Sam, open the door." I stated flatly. "I'm not in the mood, and we do not have time for this."
In response to this, Griffin hit the automatic lock on the driver's door, and then Sam turned to him. Whatever she said must have been pretty bad, because before I could open the door, it was locked again, and Carly was giving Sam a disgusted look. While Sam was distracted with glaring menacingly at Griffin, Carly hit the automatic locks on her door. I simultaneously whipped my door open and dove in, surprising Sam by both being IN, and being ON her lap. Sam grabbed my shirt and whipped me over her so I landed upside-down against the other side of the car. I righted myself, setting my backpack on the seat between us as a barrier.
"Hit it, Grif!" Sam yelled excitedly.
"You heard the Princess." I added, sarcastically. Sam grabbed my bag and slammed it into my chest.
"Hey, my laptop is in there!"
"Wow, couldn't go one day without your precious baby, could ya' Frednub?"
"Actually, most everything in that bag, today, is not FOR me." I stated flatly, unzipping the bag and dumping its contents into the seat between us. A cascade of bloody computer games and movies landed in the seat, followed by a twelve-pack of Peppy Cola and King Size Fat Cakes. Sam ripped into one of the Fat Cakes, giving me a suspicious look. Carly met my gaze in her visor mirror, smiling. I shrugged. Sam retreated to her side of the car, mumbling around the Fat Cake falling out of her mouth. "You get to live. For now."