Sammy & the Blackmailer
Chapter 2:
It was around 6:30 when I started to get hungry but the problem is that Marissa doesn't have real food, she has tons and tons of junk food and packs of microwavable stuff but it just doesn't fill me up.
So she ordered a pizza for dinner which I guess is the closest thing to real food I could get at her house. At least it's better than cookies and chips for dinner. Considering that Mrs. Mackenzie is almost never home her cooking us dinner was out of the question. After dinner we went upstairs to her room to put away my backpack Marissa was going 100,000,000 words a minute about which movie we should watch, what she's going to wear and how Danny is her date to me it was all a bunch of gibberish so I just nodded every time she paused but really my mind was on a distant planet. As fast as I dozed off was as fast as I got back to reality when I heard her say three word in one sentence. Sammy Casey Date. My head snapped up and I frowned at her giving her "the look" as she calls it whenever she starts on about Casey. She's been going on and on about me and Casey ever since he kissed my hand at the renascence fair. "how many times do I have to tell you he does NOT like me and I don't like him" I knew deep down inside that yeah I did really like him and I know it but it's still news to my brain it doesn't want to admit that to anyone not even to Dorito my cat.
Marissa just grinned at me and eyed my bag when she finally said something the subject changed to another one of my weak points "So what are you going to wear tomorrow?" I shrugged and said "My high-tops, jeans, and a t-shirt". I know she knows I'm a lost case when it comes to wearing dresses and skirts, but she just doesn't give up. She pulled me into her walk-in closet and picked out 6 pink frilly dresses and threw them on the floor then picked out a jean skirt, black leggings, and a white and grey shirt that matched my high-tops. She grinned and threw the outfit my way I kind of liked it considering I knew I got to wear my high-tops, but I just don't see what the big deal is we're just going to the movies, besides I don't have a very good past borrowing clothes from Marissa like the time when I set her mom's designer sweater on fire or the time when we were in Hollywood and I got blood all over her dress then there was that weird dress I had to wear to the renaissance fair. So yeah I decided that I would borrow the shirt and just wear jeans think about it how hard would it be to skateboard all the way to the movie theater in a skirt? After that Marissa went through her closet three times before deciding what to wear.
I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock, I lay there for a few more seconds when Marissa shoots up like a bullet from her bed I close my eyes real tight pretending I'm still asleep hoping she'll cut m some slack and sleep in. No such luck Marissa pulled my arm until I was fully sitting up on my bed. She threw a towel and my bag my way and you'd swear she was aiming for my head. I yell out "What no good morning Sammy want some breakfast?" guess not because I heard her footsteps down the stairs to go into the bathroom. So I was left to take my shower in the bathroom in her room. I took one of my cat baths as I like to call because really, I hate to take showers in the morning and yes you could say I'm not a morning person. Marissa was over thinking the whole process. Really Billy is going to be there and my best guess is he's going to shove corndogs up his nose, but no one really knows the boy is unpredictable.
Marissa showed up back in her room a good thirty minutes later her looked blow dried and me well I hadn't gotten around to brushing mine yet; I can't think straight with-out breakfast. A faint picture of gram's hot oatmeal flashed through my mind which leads to my next question: what's for breakfast?"
Authors Note:
I tried to separate it better but I'm still not sure the real stuff is going to start next chapter so bear with me as I try to get it done.