Heyo! I know, I know, it's been a while and I cannot apologize enough for that. But things have been really tough on me lately and I haven't had much time to do any writing. I'll make up for it, though! Promise! Now, after waiting and waiting and waiting...here's chapter four!
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It wasn't that long of a drive to Cat's home as Sam had expected. Cat's home was practically around the corner. When Cat had pointed out the apartments, Sam pulled over and let Cat get off first before getting off herself. Cat reached for the bags, which Sam had tied to the handlebars (she still didn't know how she kept the bike from tipping over with all that weight on it), when two hands pushed hers away and grabbed them. The redhead stared at the blonde, who glanced at her and shrugged.
"What? I can't let you take them now." Sam said. "Not exactly the right thing to do."
The fuck did I just say..? Sam wondered immediately after she finished her sentence.
"Well, thank you." Cat said hesitantly.
Why was she letting this girl she'd just met follow her to her home? For all she knew this "Sam" girl, if that was even her real name, could knock her in the head at any moment and steal her and her Nona's stuff!
Don't be ridiculous! she scolded herself. She is just being...nice...
Cat stopped in her tracks just as she reached the door, the keys she had taken out slipping from her fingers. Sam noticed and put the bags down, putting herself in front of Cat. Why was she suddenly so worried about her?
"Cat? Are you okay?" she said, waving her hands in front of Cat's eyes. "Hey, what's the matter?"
Cat came to her senses and blinked, making Sam take a step back. Cat's mouth fell open, as if she was trying to say something, then snap shut again. She stooped down and picked up her keys.
"What was that all about?" Sam asked, picking the bags back up.
"S-sorry." Cat stuttered. "It's just that...it's been a while since someone, anyone, was nice to me..."
"Really?" Sam said, truly confused. How could someone not be nice to this girl?
Cat unlocked the door to the flat and faced Sam, who handed her the bags. Sam rocked back and forth on her heels, the awkward silence settling between them. Cat cleared her throat.
"Thanks for the ride." she said. "I really appreciate it."
"No problem." Sam said, smiling at her. She shoved one of her hands into her pocket. "I guess this is my cue to leave, then."
"Where are you headed?" Cat asked.
Sam shrugged nonchalantly and looked down at her sneakers. "I don't know, honestly. Just going where the road takes me. Though I might stay in L.A. for a couple of days."
Cat bit her lip, which Sam saw just as she looked up.
Cute... Sam thought, then caught herself. Wait, what?
"There's a really nice, but cheap, Inn straight down a ways from here." Cat said. "It's called Dan's Inn."
"Thanks, I'll check it out." Sam said. "I guess I'll see you around." She turned to leave.
"Wait!" Cat called after her.
"Hmm?" Sam said, looking over her shoulder.
Cat disappeared inside her apartment for a brief second, and came back out with a slip of paper in her hand. "Um, here." she said, holding the paper out. Sam took it and eyed Cat suspiciously. "It's my number, in case you need anything. I know we've just met, but I can at least return the favor of kindness."
Sam looked at the paper and gave a gentle smile. "I'll keep you in mind."
"Okay." Cat said, smiling back.
Sam made her way to her motorcycle and got on. She put on her helmet and revved her engine, pulling away from the curve. Cat leaned outward to follow the motorcycle until the taillight was gone from view. Cat sighed and stepped inside, shutting her door.
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Sam drove straight to the Inn which had been at least ten blocks away from where Sam dropped Cat off. She parked her bike, paid for a room, and made herself comfortable inside the room. She sat down on the bed, instantly regretting that she didn't pack a bag to bring with her. And she needed a shower.
Well, I guess I'll sleep in these tonight and figure something out tomorrow... she thought, yawning.
Why don't you call Cat? a voice somewhere in her mind said.
After I just left? No, I'm not creeping the girl out.
She said if you needed anything.
Sam's fingers grazed the paper that rested in the pocket of her leather jacket, tempting her into calling.
Oh, just do it already! She'll understand, after all! She knows this is your first time in town! C'mon, you're a Puckett, and Pucketts aren't scared of anything or anyone!
Sam gritted her teeth, hating herself for being so damn persuasive. She took the paper from her pocket, took out her phone, and dialed Cat's number.
"Hello?" God, her voice was soft. Even over the phone.
"Hey, Cat, it's Sam." Sam began. "I know I just left and all that, but then I remembered that I have no pajamas or anything. Too ready to leave that I forgot to pack a bag."
"So you want me to help you?" Cat said. Sam could sense a light teasing air coming from the other side of the phone.
"If you wouldn't mind." Sam said, swallowing.
"Of course I don't mind." Cat said. "You and my brother have about the same build, and I have some of his old clothing you should be able to fit."
"Perfect." Sam said. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Okay." Cat said.
The line clicked off and Sam growled, punching the wall. What was wrong with her?
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Cat sat on her couch, waiting anxiously for Sam to arrive. She had all of her brother's old clothes in a bag for Sam to take with her. Though, Cat couldn't lie, she'd been thinking. Thinking since Sam had left. She hated to know that Sam was pretty much homeless and didn't have anything with her. She had a level of sensitivity when it came to that. But she couldn't just come out and ask 'Hey, do you want to sleep in my house?' That's pretty much stalker mode.
There was a knock on the door and Cat jumped from her couch to answer it.
"Hey, Sa-" she stopped. "Oh, Dice, hey."
"Hey, Cat." Dice said, walking into the apartment. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Waiting for someone." Cat said as she glanced outside the door before closing it.
"Who, exactly?"
"You know, your hair is big but your nose is just huge."
Dice raised his hands. "Just being curious."
"Being nosey is more like it." Cat said, though she laughed.
"Not if I'm here." Dice said. "Can't be nosey in a place you know."
Cat rolled her eyes as there was another knock on the door. Please let it be Sam this time... Cat thought. She opened the door and, sure enough, it was Sam.
"Hey." Sam said.
"Come in, the clothes are on the couch." Cat invited, stepping aside.
Sam did so and looked around the apartment. It was a fairly sized place in her opinion.
"So this is who you were waiting for." Dice said, standing from the chair by the kitchen counter.
"Yeah." Cat said, sending Dice a dangerous look from behind Sam.
"What? I didn't say anything." Dice said.
"Sam, this is Dice." Cat introduced. "Dice, this is Sam."
"Nice to meet you." Dice said and stuck out his hand in Sam's direction. She simply stared at him and he awkwardly pulled his hand back.
"Here are the clothes." Cat said, picking the bag up from the couch and handing them to Sam.
"Thanks." Sam said.
"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Cat said. "I mean, I'm sure you've had a long ride from wherever you came from and your probably hungry and stuff."
Sam's stomach growled. That food she had gotten earlier didn't hold her for very long. "Nah, I can't take advantage of you." Sam said. Yes, the hell you can.
"Oh, come on. I'm offering." Cat said.
"You might want to take it." Dice said, putting in his two cents. "This is kind of a rare thing."
Cat glared at him over her shoulder.
Sam thought about it for a second. "Well, I do need a shower..."
"The bathroom is straight through there." Cat said, pointing towards the hallway.
Sam nodded and made her way into the bathroom. Dice laughed and Cat looked at him.
"You reeled that one in like a pro." Dice said.
"Dice, do everyone a favor and shut up." Cat said.
"Hey, I'm just saying." Dice said. "It's not like she's ugly. She's really pretty, and I bet she plays for the home team."
Cat's cheeks were flaming and filled with heat. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch. She'd have to remind herself later to kill Dice.
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Have to cut it here, folks. I was going to make it longer, but the next scene with Sam and Cat kinda needs its own personal chapter. So, til then, goodbye!
P.S. I'm still open to ideas!