Chapter 6

Sam was sitting in Valerie's living room when the bell rang. There was that annoying face she made whenever she was intrupted reaching the climax of a bloodbath.

She reached the door after roughly shoving the novel on the couch. Whoever rang that bell, better have a good reason. She opened the door to reveal...flowers? The heck? She made a confused face then started looking up and down and sideways, but everything was hidden under the beautiful carnation.

"Who's this from?" she asked, a little unsure. If this was some sick joke, like the one her family tried to pull for her birthday, when she was in her freshman year, by bringing a flower bouquet with her birthday gift, during her class. Which made all those putrid pinky preps snicker at her. And lets not forget that all the wrappings were pink. She despised the color from there on out.

"Is Sam Manson in?" a soft but deep baritone voice called from the other side of the flower. Her stomach started churning at it, but she dismissed the feeling all at once. Why did this person want to see to her. Maybe her mother did send her these flowers. If that was it, then there would be hell to pay.

She scowled, "I'm Sam Manson, who is this?" she tried to keep it cool, but the minute she saw who the person was, oh the ice pack melted and boiled and then ran away with the wind.

The one and only, Asshole.

"You!" Sam pointed her finger at him. She was glaring fireballs at him.

"I'm sorry!" his hurried statement came before Sam could advance on him. She stopped, okay so maybe that was not something she was expecting, but she was still angry. Even if he started blabbering.

"Please, I came here to explain. I want to apologize..." words started spinning out of his mouth. And Sam had to contain the smirk. So this was how a mighty ass fell down from his high head. He cautiously looked inside and asked, "Can I come in?" he was beyond nervous and was flustered.

She stepped aside and he slowly came in, "I came to apologize and..." she held her hand up to stop any further conversation, "I'm not buying any, so its no use."

He looked worriedly at her and placed the carnation on the table lying in front of the couch, "But if you could just give me ten minutes to explain, I could make it up to you." She looked at him thoughtfully, he really was pathetic, standing there while fumbling with his hands and shoes.

"Make it five," with that she sat down, but made no motions for him to do so as well. He stood there for a while then took a deep breath, "It was mistake, I was drunk and I thought you were someone else, and it was dark and all that..." She looked at him with that immense gaze that made him stop with his fumbling and, just stand and look at her. Take her in, all of her. He didn't even know that he got his head tilted, and he certainly didn't know that he was checking her out.

She furrowed her eye brows, then looked away, the silence was awkward for her, so she had to make her point clear to him as well, "You should be glad that I don't care what other people think, or you would've been long dead and I would've made sure that no one found the body."

That made him snap back to reality, gee this girl could make dead threats in seconds. Those were the kind of dead threats that always made him laugh and shrug off, but this time, by the look of her face, he was seriously doubting laughing. Her threats sounded too real for comfort. He coughed lightly, "I should be glad then," he mumbled, but his next statement was more apparent, "So I'm forgiven, I guess?"

She snapped her head in his direction and stood up, "Let me think about it...No. Get out!" She launched at him and tried to get him out.

"Please it was a mistake, I'm apologizing here!" he pleaded, at the same time he went for the door.

"I said, GET OUT!" she screamed and took a hold of a nearby glass and aimed it at him, who held his hands up and ran for the door, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm, I'm gone," and he left.

She lowered the glass down, then looked at the door with anger then back at the glass, suddenly laughter bubbled up inside her, and she placed the glass on the table and sat down. She spared a glance at the carnation, but her gaze stayed there, for the longest time. She didn't know what captivated her to take a hold of the carnation and bring it close to her. That was when she saw a card on top of it.

She took out the card, it read, DEAR SAM, I'M SORRY, DANNY.

So that rat had everything planned, if I didn't listen to his stupid rambling, he thought that the card would help, she thought and ripped the card in half and threw it aside. She placed her head in her hands and stayed like that, even when Valerie came in. Too much absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even see Valerie pick up the card pieces and look at the message with a knowing smile.

If she knew Sam as much as she did, then Sam would've ripped the flowers and the card if she was angry, being an environmental activist or not. But seeing the card only shredded in half and the flowers lying in front of her, perfectly in one piece, and her, in a daze. That had to be a good sign. She could almost see a wedding reception in near future. But she wouldn't say that in front of Sam if she wanted to breath again.

These are fine days indeed.

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Danny lied on his bed with one arm around his neck as he flipped the channels of his T.V. His eyes were already half lidded. Pretty soon sleep will come.

The knock on the door broke him out of his day-dream, or maybe not.

He looked at his door which was slightly open, he saw his mother. He sat up and smiled and she came in. It was about time that she came and talked to him. He was sick of them being angry at him.

She sat down beside him but didn't look at him or say anything. Silence etched, until, "I'm still mad at you," that made a smile broke out on his face as he inched closer to her and hugged her from the side, "I know." She had to smile at that.

"Did you apologize?" she asked softly as she started rubbing the hair at the back of his neck. He mumbled, "Yeah," almost sleepily, well maybe not almost.

"Well, did she forgive you?" why did she have to prod the answer from him. "Nope," he mumbled and pulled her closer. Those two had a bond that she was sure no boy his age would ever have with their mothers. Children these days just wanted to be old enough to escape their parents. But Danny was her sweet baby, and she knew that he would always be there for both his parents.

"Danny, sweetie. If she didn't forgive you, then try again. Prove to her that you really are sorry for what you did," she said, a little stiffness in her voice to tell him that this was urgent. He pulled his head in her lap with a lazy smile on his face to add a super plus to his already boyish charms. Eyes closed, "I am sorry, she wouldn't listen. At least this whole drama made me come to one conclusion."

"And what is that?" a little amused.

"That I'm not going to be in a twelve miles radius to any party that serves anything beyond water," he said and she laughed lightly. Her ministrations never stopping, and he almost nodded to sleep.

"Sweetie, its been a week now. You have to try again," she said softly, "You never disappointed me or your father before, you're tardy and you try to always cause troubles," he laughed lightly at that, "But you never did anything that would make me seriously angry at you. And what happen that day, left me in shock," he frowned, she was watching every bit of emotions on his face, even if his eyes were closed, "I know that girl's family, they are really respectable and her grandmother was like a second mother to me. So if you managed to not make me angry before, you have to be good this time as well."

He sat up and looked her, "Mom, it was an accident, a mistake, I would never disrespect someone like that and..." Maddie stopped him in mid sentence, "I know you wouldn't, so apologize, Make her understand," she said and brought her hand to rest on his cheek.

He placed his own hand on where his mother's hand laid and smiled at her, "I will," then he came forward and embraced her again, "Don't ever be mad at me again, Mom" he mumbled and she whispered 'Alright'. Both mother and son stayed like that until Danny fell asleep. She laid him down and tucked him in bed. Lightly kissed his cheek and left, but before closing the door she said, "Goodnight sweetie, I love you," just like she did when he was a kid.

As she closed the door he whispered back, "I love you too, Mom." And with an easy smile, went to sleep. Feeling lighter than before.

Okay mother-son bonding time, I was going to make the dialogues different, but ehh. Anyway, I hope you liked it. In the next chapter will be Danny's struggles to to apologize Sam. And if you noticed that already a month has passed.

And I hope you could see what I'm trying to show is that Sam has issues with her parents and Danny loves his parents. Both polar opposites, how will they love each other. Anyway, again I ask for advice, my sister was a great help...Not. So people help me out. And I have decided to complete this story then write the rest.

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