Title: Jesus and his dad get pretty annoying

Words: 2100

Rating: PG

Summary: In heaven, Samara watches Emily and devises a plan.

Note: I am a believer in Heaven and hell. I am a believer of God's word. This is a little quick write-up about Sammy's experience in Heaven. PLEASE DO NOT disrespect my beliefs. If talk of Heaven, Jesus, and/or God offends or displeases you, DO NOT READ. And especially do not leave me any negative reviews. I'm entitled to my faith, my beliefs and my opinions as are you. Anything offends you or that you want to ask or talk to me about, I'd appreciate a PM.

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Making fun of religious people and their silly practices was a fun pass time for her. That was until she met Pam Fields, who so believed in her God and religion she made Samara believe too. She didn't pray or read the bible. The most she did was attend services with Pam and her girlfriend. But she believed, she believed there was a heaven with a God there, watching over all the earth, all the universe. In the millisecond before that car smashed into the side of hers, she asked God to take her. She knew she wasn't going to survive the impact, he was coming too fast, she knew that was it. So she asked him, she asked for his salvation. The very next millisecond she thought of Emily and the tea and breakfast sandwich she would never get to eat.

Heaven wasn't at all how she expected it to be. It was a giant park where kids slid on the slides all day and there were always kites being flown. The swings were always in use and the older kids ran after their dogs. Young adult heaven is what Jesus told her where she now lives is called. While sitting on her own personal swing she watched as it started to snow on one half of the park. The older and younger kids alike ran over and started to have a snow ball fight. Some laid down to make snow angels. Some built snow boys and girls in record time, barely even having to roll the snow to make it the perfect size, it just already was. Just like everything else in her heaven. Looking around, she wondered which of the kids or teenagers wished for snow.

Slowly she walked towards the snow to get to her bungalow. Briefly she stood on the green grass where a few dandelions sprouted up, right before the start of the snow. Her eyes closed and she sniffed the air, enjoying the freshness. She walked into the snow, trudging through it so she could get home. It wasn't cold, there was no such thing as temperature in heaven, but she felt the falling flakes melt on her skin nonetheless. Remembering a time when she was a child and her father lifted her on his shoulders, she closed her eyes again. It was snowing that day and she tilted her head back to catch flakes on her tongue. At six, she was bundled up from head to toe in her favorite pink snow suit. That was a good day. Her eyes opened again and she had blindly made her way to the front of her new dwelling.

The inside was plain, because that's how she wanted it. There were only two things there; a chair, and a TV. She sat down and thought of the TV turning on, so it did. That's all she ever had to do in heaven, think of something and it just was. The only thing she couldn't wish for was her life back, everything else fair game.

The TV was set on her favorite channel, Emily's life. She watched Emily as much as she possibly could. The only times she wasn't in her bungalow was when she had to go to work. She wasn't keen on having to work in the after life but God doesn't really give you a choice. Her work load wasn't as heavy as some of the other kids but it was still a burden. Since sleep was no longer a necessity, she'd rather spend all her time watching the love of her life. Today, after work, she sat on her swing instead of going straight home, Jesus had suggested she take a little break from her Emily watching, and who can tell Jesus no? Actually she wanted to tell him to stick it where the sun don't shine but she was already on a short leash with his dad.

The day she arrived and had her sit down with God, she blew up at him and destroyed half his office. After her tantrum everything in the office magically fell back into place. He'd asked his son to talk to her and they've developed a pretty tight relationship ever since. Jesus wasn't what she thought he'd be like. He was down to earth and probably the silliest person she's met since coming here. He was always playing practical jokes on the occupants of heaven and rolling in laughter afterwards. He also didn't look how she thought. All her life the depictions of Jesus she saw were of a fair-skinned, blonde haired, blue-eyed man. In actuality his skin was golden, maybe a shade lighter than Emily. His eyes a rich, dark brown. His hair dark, long and curly. When she inquired about his complexion and the misconception on earth her just laughed. He told her anyone with half a brain should know it wouldn't be possible for him to be light-skinned with light hair. When she asked why, he laughed harder and said it was simple geography, he was born in the middle east. No one in the middle east has blonde hair and blue eyes. He said that people related better to people who look like them, so the Catholics created their own image of him and since forever, other people have done the same.

"All this time I thought Jesus was really black," she told him and he laughed so hard he fell on the ground, holding his sides. She loved Jesus, he was practically her best friend.

As she sat on her swing and thought of Emily - which was almost all she did - she wondered why he told her not to go straight home. That Jesus was always up to something and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

For a split second she'd forgotten it was her birthday, that was until she saw Emily pulling some of her favorites out her back pack and talking to her like she always did. Boy was she grateful for Emily's visits and even more grateful for the conversation. Of course she already knew her girlfriend was sleeping with Ms. Hastings, and of course she would have given her a high-five. That shit was hot! And she was proud that Emily had almost completely come out her shell. What she wasn't proud of was how she told Pam about their relationship, she begged Jesus to let her go to earth that day but he said she wasn't ready yet, and that things happen how they happen.

Emily wanted to know if she was safe? If she was alright? Except for the being dead part, she was more than safe, she was at peace, she was happy.

"Jocelyn! Jocelyn, where are you?"

"Right here, wassup?" The butterfly flew into her bungalow. She'd made friends with her not too long after she'd arrived. She couldn't say if it were the second or third day she was in heaven because there was no such thing as time there, you kinda just existed.

"I need a huge favor."

"What?"

Samara pointed to the girl on the screen. Jocelyn, of course, knew exactly who Emily was because Samara never shut up about her. She looked so sad, sadder than normal. "Okay..." she started slowly. "What do you want and how much trouble is it going to get me in?"

Samara watched as Jocelyn sat on the Reese's cup Emily intended for her. Her wings flapped and told Emily exactly what she needed to know. Sending Jocelyn wasn't exactly against the rules, plenty of people in heaven sent butterflies to their burials or their parent's homes or even their kids graduations. Thing was, you had to get approval from the big man first and the butterfly couldn't be blatant. What Samara asked Jocelyn to do was the definition of blatant, but she didn't care, it wasn't like God didn't already know she would do it, he seemed to know everything - which annoyed the hell out of her.

Jocelyn flapped her way back up to Samara's bungalow, the very next second Jesus was in her doorway.

"JC, wassup?" Samara asked innocently.

"You know wassup, Jos, He wants to see you." Without a word Jocelyn flew out the door, but not before sending Samara a "you owe me" look. Jesus closed the door and a chair appeared next to Samara. "Oh, this is about to get good! Popcorn?"

"Where did you get... nevermind, no I don't want any popcorn. What's about to get good, Emily looks so happy now that she knows I'm alright, what's..." her words stopped as soon as she saw Aria's car. The animosity Aria felt for Emily came off her in waves. If fear was possible in heaven, she was sure she'd be shaking with it by now. Next to her, Jesus noisily munched on a bowl of popcorn that was bigger than his lap.

Aria was so mean to Emily but then she came over to speak, and Samara knew she didn't hate Emily, she was simply worried that her best friend would get caught and her life would be ruined. Samara understood, and if she could, she'd meddle in anyway possible to make sure Emily and Ms. Hastings didn't get caught.

"I know what you're thinking, things have to take their course Sammy."

"You interfere all the time. Some of the angel's whole job is to interfere, but since that's not in my job description, I can't help out the people I love?"

"Exactly."

"UGH!"

"Maybe one day my dad will promote you, but not with this attitude."

"I'm not fond of my job JC, can't you pull some strings?"

"Most girls love being in charge of the flower's lives."

"I'm not most girls and they're just stupid flowers, they aren't alive."

"Now Sammy, haven't you worked here long enough to know that almost everything on earth is living."

"I want a job on earth and I want it now, it's so boring watching flowers grow."

"That's not all you're responsible for and you know it. Anyway don't you know how important flowers are to human life?"

"Blah, blah, blah..." she was sick of hearing how "important" her job is, she wanted out of heaven for eight hours of an earth day like some of the other teenagers. "Please JC."

"You haven't been here long enough and you keep messing up with the boss."

"You're his kid, can't you put in a good word for me?"

"Ha, and put my neck on the line for your reckless self? I think not."

"I'm getting to earth JC, one way or another." And she meant it.

"Good luck with that Sam." He ruffled her hair, like he always did, and then disappeared, like always. Goodness, he's annoying.

"I'm getting to earth, I don't know how or when but I'm getting there."

She looked at Emily blow out her birthday candle and have a little cry. She turned away. It broke her heart every time she cried, especially since she knew exactly how many tears she shed. God has a library of tears, the weirdest shit she's ever seen, but he does. He keeps every tear, every person on earth cries in a jar. On each jar, it's a counter. Since she's been in heaven, Emily has cried almost a liter of tears. And each time she cries, she wishes she could go back to earth, if only for a second, to wipe them away.

Just then she decided that tonight would be a night that she evades her girlfriend's dreams.

Note: Foreshadowing maybe? : ) Obviously I don't know what Heaven is like but some things expressed here are things I learned from the bible.

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