Here I am!! I AM ALLIVE!! an UPDATE!! Well now that my summer is practically over i'll probably update more regularly that my life has been stripped do to this horrid thing called 'school' really it is inhumane torture but for some reason we refer to it as school. . . .
so here it is : D
Hot Choclate and Tea
Chapter 4
Breakfast anyone?
Matt sat at the tea shop.
School started in a half hour, he still had plenty of time to sit, think, and drink tea.
He sighed, he couldn't think straight their as there was just too much on his mind.
Maybe going to school early wouldn't be such a bad idea
The art show was week away, and Sam was living in the art room. Framing, matting, labeling, and packing pictures, paintings and more.
She picked up a box full of paintings, slowly making her way to the van parked outside to load them.
"Hey you want help," the package in her hand became lighter.
"Oh," she tried to think of something to say.
"You coming?" the blue eyed boy said to her.
She realized she was staring and hurried after him.
"So you're packing for?" he asked.
"Oh, um the art show," she mumbled.
"When is it?" he asked.
"This weekend."
"Can I come?"
"Oh . . . well it's open to everybody . . ."
"Well, would you mind if I came?" he asked.
She glanced at Matt, "Oh no."
They made it to the car which needed to be packed up.
Matt slipped the box into the back, "Do you need to get more?"
"No, that's all, I was just going to stop by the cafeteria," she said.
"Okay," he said leading the way.
She sighed.
Arriving in the cafeteria she searched her bag for change, finally she pulled out enough coins to get a bag of chips from the machine, "Want some?" she asked as she opened the bag.
"Why eating chips this early?" he asked taking one.
"Breakfast," she said munching on a chip.
"Breakfast," he looked slightly shocked, and took the bag from her, "This is your breakfast?"
Her stomach growled, "Yeah," she shrugged reaching for the bag.
He peaked in the bag, "Theirs like five chips in here."
"Can I have it back?"
He looked at his watch, "We still have a half hour," he said.
She tried to snatch her chips which he pulled away.
"I'll give them back if you come with me," he said.
"Fine," she grumbled as her stomach growled.
Matt had led her to, the diner, which was located down the street from the school.
Sitting in a booth Sam sighed, "Can I have my chips now please?"
"No," Matt said handing her a menu."
"Matt, I'm not that hungry my chips would be fine," she replied.
"Order something Sam," he said.
The food did look good, but she had spent her money on chips.
The waitress came over smiling politely, "Drinks?" she asked.
"I'll have an orange juice," Matt said.
"I'm fine," Sam said.
"Make that two orange juices," Matt said.
Sam frowned, biting her tongue to resist the urge to stick it out at him.
"So have you decided what you're going to eat?" Matt asked.
"I'm fine, can I have my chips back?" she asked.
"At lunch," Matt said scanning the menu.
She frowned.
"Do you like blueberries or would you prefer chocolate chips?" he asked.
"I'm highly allergic to wheat," she said.
He smiled, "And I'm an elephant."
Jerk, was all she could think, as he held her chip bag hostage, poor chips, all alone with Matt.
WAIT, she was with Matt, like he was sitting across from her, trying to force her to eat breakfast.
The waitress came back with the orange juices placing them on the table.
Sam eyed hers evilly before deciding that it was safer to stare out the window.
She heard Matt sigh, and then felt his hand on hers and he pulled it around the cold glass of juice, "Will you please eat."
"My chips," she said stubbornly.
"But I want to buy you breakfast," he said, just as stubborn, "Chips is not a suitable breakfast, which is probably why you're so underweight."
"I am not underweight, I do eat," she grumbled pulling her hand away, his hands were warm.
He sighed.
The waitress reappeared again, "Are you ready to order?"
"Sam," Matt said.
"Oh, just he's eating," she said gesturing to Matt.
He sighed again, "Fine I'll have Eggs Benedict, a waffle with a cup of fruit and whipped cream, and a stack of chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes."
The waitress nodded and left.
"Someone's hungry," she muttered.
"Yes, and she's being stubborn," Matt said.
"Look who's talking," she said.
Matt smiled, "Well by the time the food gets here you'll decide on something to eat."
"My chips."
Matt held up the bag.
She was debating on kicking him, grabbing the chips and leaving, but he was Matt. Any other guy sure, but this was Matt.
"There are like five chips in here, and it is not a well rounded breakfast. Is this what you eat every day?"
"No," she grumbled.
"Then what do you usually eat?" he asked.
Pop tarts," she muttered.
He frowned not liking that either, but before he could say something the waitress arrived with the food.
"Thank you," Sam said.
She could talk to the waitress as if they were human, but all he got was mumbled responses.
Sam began to play with her napkin nervously.
"What do you want?" Matt asked.
"I'm fine," she mumbled.
He pushed the blueberry pancakes at her, "Don't make me cut it up and feed it to you."
She sighed picking up her fork, "If I take a bite can I have my chips back?"
"You have to take more than a bite," he said.
She frowned.
"I'm going to the bathroom, don't leave please," he said getting up and taking the chips.
She sighed, watching his retreating figure, she could leave . . . but he did say please and it didn't help that he looked gorgeous. Damn blonde boy. She looked at the waffle. It did look really good, and the whipped cream and fruit with it would be really good.
Would it really kill her to let him win?
Yes, yes it would.
She looked at the food again.
Maybe not, just one bite.
She picked up her fork.
Cutting off a piece of the waffle she put some fruit with it and stuck it in her mouth.
Her stomach grumbled.
Of course she couldn't stop so she allowed herself three bites, before putting the fork down.
Matt made his way back toward the table, looking at the food left there, "Ate anything?" he asked hopefully.
"No."
He nodded picking up his fork to start eating the eggs.
She blushed.
"What if I fed you?"
She glared at him.
Matt back pedaled, "Kidding, I just want you to eat," he said.
"Why not my chips?"
"Do you want to starve yourself, come on, please," he said.
"Fine," she grumbled picking up her fork and working on the blueberry pancake.
He smiled, not saying anything, watching her eat.
In silence they finished the meal.
The waitress came with the bill handing it to Matt.
Sam froze damn money. She pulled out her wallet slowly; maybe, just maybe the debt card was in here.
"I got it Sam," Matt said pulling out bills.
She could feel herself going red again.
"I'm just happy you ate," he smiled.
"Thanks Matt."
Tai was sitting in his room.
Life was just getting plain, freaky.
Sam definitely liked Matt, and Matt definitely liked Sam. . . he thought.
At least it looked like it.
People don't usually blush that badly if they don't like the person.
He looked at his phone.
Personally, he thought this was taking too long.
Sora would be over in a half hour.
That would leave him a half hour to change history.
Well maybe not world or global history, but history none the less.
He dialed Matt's number.
First Ring.
Maybe he should pick up his underwear.
Second Ring.
Maybe he could think it away.
Third Ring.
Nope, can't do that.
Fourth Ring.
If Matt doesn't pick up by the fifth ring he'd pick it up.
"Hello."
"MATT!" The underwear would be left on the floor.
"Yeah," Matt said, not understanding why Tai would feel the need to scream his name.
"So what's up?"
"Nothing," Matt said.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Tai asked.
"School, band practice. . . ."
"Oh, why so boring?" Tai asked cutting Matt off.
"Um . . . this is what I do," Matt said.
"You should do a double date with me and Sora, you could take Sam."
"Sorry, actually I have to have dinner with my dad and his girlfriend," Matt said.
"Oh," Tai said.
"Yeah, I got to go Tai, I'm sorry man, talk to you tomorrow."
"Bye," Tai said, now he would have to pick up his underwear.
Matt sighed hanging up the phone, first time he'd been saved by his dad and girlfriend.
"So you've decided to have dinner with us," his father said at the door.
Damn father for being at the door, "Yeah I guess."
"That's good Matt, I think you'll really like her," he smiled leaving the room no doubt to call his girlfriend.
Matt frowned.
A tall black haired brown eyed woman was walking down the street toward her car.
A red head that we all know too well was lugging her groceries to her apartment.
"Sam?" the tall black haired woman questioned.
"Tammy," Sam smiled.
"How are you," she said giving Sam a hug.
"Very good and you?" Sam asked.
"Fine, fine, just running around you know, here let me help," she grabbed a bag.
"Thanks," Sam said.
"Where are you?" Tammy asked.
"Just a block up," Sam said as the two women set off, "What brings you into town?"
"The man I'm dating lives around here," she said happily.
"Is he hot?"
Tamiko blushed.
"Just kidding, I'm not interested in that old of men, he's got to be like seventy right?"
"Very funny Samantha," Tammy said.
"I try," she smiled.
"Actually I was wondering if you'd like to come to dinner with us tomorrow, his sons coming and he's not very happy about it so maybe brining you would break the ice," Tammy suggested.
"Yeah, since I'm just so amazing," Sam smiled.
"It would be someone his own age," Tammy said.
"Is he hot?"
"Samantha," Tammy scolded.
"Just curious," Sam said.
"So?" Tammy asked.
"Course Tam," Sam said, "You're offering me a free meal in return for my great services."
Tammy smiled.
"Well here we are," Sam said, "You can pick me up."
"I'll see you tomorrow around six?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Bye and the two women gave each other a hug.
Sam was sitting on her couch with Prince Snuffleufagus and her hot choclate.
"He was so nice," She said to him rubbing behind his ears.
Prince purred.
"And I didn't see him until lunch, but he gave me my chips back then, and told me that my PB and J and apple could classify as a suitable lunch."
Prince nipped at her hand when she stopped rubbing.
"And I think I changed about 50 billion shades of red, but. . ."
Prince gave up with trying getting her to rub his head again and rubbed his head himself.
"He's really cute," Sam said smiling to herself and taking a sip of her hot choclate.
