Sorry for the long wait! Been very very busy. Sorry if it's a little short, but it's just an idea I had to get out of my head.

Oh, yeah, him and him (in bold) are two different hims.


Date


"BEE-DE-DE-DEEEP! BEE-DE-DE-DEEEP! BEE-DE-DE-DEE-"

The alarm was cut short by her slamming her hand down upon the SNOOZE button.

She went back to her book; hopefully she would have a few more minutes to read before-

"Sammykins! It's 5 o'clock, dear! He should come to pick you up in about an hour, sweetcakes!" came her mother's voice.

Sam sighed and, regrettably, put her bookmark- a bat, wings upraised in an intimidating gesture, with deep purple eyes- between the pages, marking her spot. She pushed herself off of her bed.

Sighing again, she mumbled, "Ugh. Another date with him. Ever since my parents realized that he wasn't coming back, they immediately picked him up. All because of politics. I HATE POLITICS!!!" she suddenly screamed.

Her parents couldn't hear of course, she had secretly sound-proofed her room so she could listen to as much of that "horribly screechy emo-screamo music," as her father put it, as she wanted. Sadly, it didn't work the other way around.

She looked around for something to wear. Eyes sighting upon the appropriate clothing, she grabbed it and began to dress.

She had almost given up, with her parents finding suitors for her, that is, almost. She had some fight in her, yet.

She put on a pair of worn blue jeans, zipping and buttoning. Over a white tank top she pulled another worn garment- a white t-shirt with a red oval in the middle. She had snuck into his house after he disappeared to get some of his stuff, grabbing the jeans and shirt on the way out the window.

After brushing her hair and applying her usual makeup, Sam sat back down upon her bed to wait. And read, of course.

It didn't seem like any time at all when her mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Sammykins! He's here!"

Sam put the book down and walked to her door, saying, "Coming!" And then under her breath, "I can't wait to see his face when he sees this, that bastard…"

She went down the stairs, ignoring the smiles on her parents' faces turn to scowls when they saw what she wore.

Head held high, she opened the front door, this time analyzing every detail of his expression.

Tucker's pleasant expression, too, turned sour when he saw her apparel. She brushed past him, mouth set in a hard line to hide her glee.

"Come on, Foley," she said, "I don't want this to take longer that it has to."

When she was sure he couldn't see her face, she allowed a brief smirk to play across the features.

Making sure he could hear, only faintly, she muttered, "Asshole."


Thanks for reading!

Oh, and just to clarify if you haven't already figure it out- him is Tucker and him (in bold) is Danny.

-Flaming Water