Thanks for the reviews and story alerts etc. And someone asked if this is Samchel end game. And it is, but it's focused around Rachel, Sam, and Puck. And it's Puck were talking about. Ofcorse he's going to try to get with Rachel. Try. So just wanted to say that.
Disclaimer-I Do Not Own Glee, Nothing.
"Two Different Worlds Makes One"
"Hey, How was your first day of school?" James rushes out of the foyer and into the living room. I slowly clean my shoes on the mat under my feet. I follow him to the living room where he's seated on the couch.
"It turned out suitable," I replied taking a seat next to him on the leather couches.
"What are you doing?" I inquire. He turns on the flat screen. 42 inch to be exact. He places his feet on the on the table. Every mans position when watching T.V.
"Don't even answer that," I pick myself up, and continue to walk to the back of the house. When I enter the kitchen the smell of dinner hits my nose. Lewis look up from the the stove to see me standing by the door way
"Hey! How was school, Miss Berry?" Lewis ask with his back towards me, retrieving more food from the fridge. I take a seat on the bar stool.
"It was suitable, that's what I told James," I play with the spices he has layed out on the counter. He nods his head as an answer.
"Where's Leah and Sarah?" I jump off the stool and slowly walk to the foyer, waiting for his answer.
"Cleaning your father's room," He calls out from the kitchen. I quicken my pace when I hear his answer. I slow down when I turn up the stairs so I can grab my bag. I drag it behind me as I make my way upstairs. I throw it by my door and continue to walk towards my father's room. The double doors are open and I hear the vacuum on.
"Hello? Leah, Sarah?" I try to yell over the vacuum. "Hey!" they finally turn it off and walk towards me.
"Miss Berry," they both say at the same time. I smile and walk towards the bed.
"How was your day," Leah asks. I sit at the edge of making the blanket scrunch up.
"Suitable," is all I say. They both look at each other and sit next to me.
"So is that all you wanted to say?" Sarah asks taking the right side of me.
"You just interrupted our cleaning time. I was on a roll." Leah says smiling.
"Yeah I guess," I get up and re walk outside the room. I wanted to tell them all about my day. On how I'm in Glee club. How I already have friends and enemies. How I received my first slushy. And most of all on how Sam and I kissed. But this something you tell your parents, not your maids.
I walk towards my room, I collect my bag when I pass it. I pursue walking towards my bathroom to endure a hot shower.
"Sammy," is the first thing my ears pick up when I enter our small hotel room. Stevie and Stacey run up to me, grabbing at my legs.
"Ah!" I drop my bag besides me and pick up the two of them. They grab onto my hair for support. " Hey, how was your day?" I ask them. They continue to grab at my hair, Ignoring me.
"Sam," I look up from Stace and Steve to see my father at the small kitchen in the corner.
"Hey why don't you guys go watch some cartoons?" The two of them nod and stumble over to the tiny TV in the other corner. I move a strand of hair out of my hair while walking to my dad.
"Yeah?"
"As you know, and can tell, we're having money problems," My mom says. I just nod my head not really wanting to say anything.
"And in order to move into a apartment at least, we need to make more money-"
"I'll sell my guitar," I rush out. I really don't want to move, well I don't want to move to a different town.
"We can't do that, you bought that with your own money, sweetie." My mother tells me. She begins to cry a little.
"Ah, mom don't cry," I lean towards my mom, and hug her. "Look I'll get another job on weekdays. Then I'll clean pools on the weekends,"
"No Sam you're a teenager, you need to have fun," My dad says holding my mothers hand to comfort her.
"Daddy why is mommy crying?" Stevie comes up to the three of us and climbs up on the table.
"Nothing Steve," He picks him and walks past me to whisper "We'll talk about this later," I nod in agreement and walk over to the bed.
"Damn Truck!" I hop out of my truck. I walk up to the hood and pop it up. Smoke filters up towards me. I wave my arms everywhere to free the smoke into the air.
"Great just what I fuckin need," I ram my fists on the side of the truck. Overheated again. I run back to the cab and swing my door open. I jump into the seat and stay there until the truck is cooled down. I began to look through my truck. I grab a couple of magazines from the floor and began to read them. Or try to read them.
Minutes later I'm on the road. And I mean a lot of minutes later. I finally pull up to Sarah's school. She's sitting under a tree. I honk the horn. Her head snaps up at the sound. She gathers up her stuff and runs up to the truck.
"What took you forever?" Sarah says trying to get into the truck. I lean over lending her my hand, while she climbs in with the help of me.
"Yeah, yeah. My truck overheated Squirt," I pull onto the traffic.
"Well I have been laying under that tree since 4:00. And it's 4:30! I have been under that tree for 30 minutes!" she screams at me. "I could have been kid napped!"
"Okay, calm down. I'm sorry it's not my fault that I have crappy ride."
"Whatever. Not my problem earthier."
"Come on we need some groceries," I head west of town towards the stores. "And maybe if you're nice," I look at her giving her my sweet face. "I will let you buy some candy."
She then sits down keeping quite.
"Grab a cart Sarah," I pull out my money checking how much money I have. 30 dollars. Great.
"Nnnrrrr," Sarah runs over with the cart pretending it's a car.
"Hey," I take the cart away from her . "Behave," I warn her. She smiles up sticking her hands in her pockets. "Come on. We need to get some milk," I push the cart towards the dairy section.
I whip my head around when I hear a big crash. There's Sarah in the middle of canned vegetables. There all over the floor, rolling around her.
"Sarah!"
"Sorry, Puck," she bows her head.
"Hurry come on," I grab her hand pulling her away from the mess.
"You're not going to clean that up?" Sarah asks me looking behind us.
"No way, that's the workers job not mine," I say after we are across the store. "Come here," Sarah walks over. I pick her up placing her in the cart.
"I'm not a little kid," she sneers crossing her arms.
"Well stop acting like one."
"You're the one to speak," she turns around playing with food in the cart.
"Let's check out," I push the cart toward the check out line.
"This is all you're getting?" she asks picking up some of the things we got.
"Yeah all we can for now."
After we check out I push the cart out the store. I run toward the truck parked in the corner. Sarah screams in joy at the rush of air.
"Come on," I pick her up and place her in the back of the truck. I hand her some of the bags and she places them on the floor of the bed.
Just a short chapter of their home life. I'm trying to build up to the bigger plots of the story.
And I'd like it very much if you reviewed! For some reason it makes write faster?Idk?