Ok, let's review my situation. I have emigrated through some kind of time gateway thanks to a supposed angel, to "learn" a lesson. Whatever that's suppose to mean.
It was a swift walk back home but I took my time going up the stairs. The way the morning went it seems like Sam is, dare I say, my girlfriend. It has to be. Why else would she say wanna play and give off that really sexy look?
I open the door and slither back into the loft. Sam was on the couch, entirely dressed in jeans and a purple sweatshirt, her hair brushed down so it was covering half of her face. Her face lights up when she notices me.
"Hey," Sam says first.
"Hey," I come back with, my eyes looking downward at my feet.
"Are you ok?" She rubs her hands on her knees.
"Yea, I'm fine."
I think.
Sam twists a strand of her dirty blonde hair with an index finger. "So why did you run from me?" Her voice was quiet but still piercing.
"I just…"
"Had to get away? From me?" Sam's voice and body getting more on edge.
"Not, it's not that." I try to clarify.
"Then what? Why did you run out on me?" Sam sits up and walks to the counter turning her back on me.
This is not Sam like at all. For one, she was dressed like a girl or should I say woman and she wouldn't yell and turn her back on me. No matter what.
Not even the time I ate the last piece of chocolate cake. Yea, she was displeased and almost cut me up with a fork, but she never turned her back on me. This is not the Sam I'm in love with. I want the old Sam back.
She let's out a breath and turns roughly to face me once again. Her face expresses defeat.
"I'm sorry. I just been so stressed out with work and the holidays that I'm worried that you'll leave me." Sam lets out.
Now this may not sound all that intellectual, but Sam working? Wow! What kind of world is this?
"Why would I leave you?" I sashay over to her.
"All my time has been with the company that I have been neglecting you." Her arms slouch to her sides.
Ok let's review the list, me and Sam are a couple with problems and she works for a company. But what does she do at this company?
Should I ask her?
More importantly, what do I do for a living?
"Sam, I would never leave you." I enclose my arms around her neck. "You know that."
The sadness from her face fades away and transforms to a blush with a charming bashful smile that makes my heart melt.
"I know. Can we still play?"
I give her a tilt eyebrow look. "When you say play, you mean?"
"Make up sex."
My eyes beam up as the inferno in my stomach reaches in-between my legs.
I get to have sex with Sam! I get to save sex with Sam! I sing and dace in my head.
Sam's hands began to work their way down my back. Leaving a trail of Goosebumps in its course.
I crunch into my lower lip trying to bring to an end the moan of gratification that has build in my lungs.
"You like that?" Sam asks seductively.
I nod my head in approval. "Be careful, you don't want to mishandle me." I tell her in a lovable and childlike voice.
"I promise I won't," Sam grabs two handfuls of my ass.
You know, I can get use to this life.
Things were about to turn into a Triple X love scene until there was a knock at the door.
Sam's cantankerous faces came back. "Every fucking time."
I give Sam a look of compassion before we split our grasp and I go to see who bust our special moment. To my great surprise it was somebody who changed a lot.
Freddie.
"What's up Carly?" Freddie walks into the loft looking different.
The last time I saw Freddie he was a tech nerd who was trying to get into my panties and now he was a bad ass looking bro.
His hair was short and spiked up a little. Like how he had it when we were younger. His apparel was a lot different. Sporting a black shirt with an axe like cross and the name Hardys in the front and "Fear is only a four letter word" in the back with green and purple lettering. His jeans were dim and washed out with a chain hooking from his right pocket to his loop for his belt.
Now if he looked like this years ago, his chances would have gone up. But now my faithfulness belongs to the annoyed, sex deprived woman in the corner named Sam.
"Wow, Freddie you look great." I couldn't prevent myself from saying. I see Sam roll her eyes at that comment.
"Thanks. Man it's great to be back in town." Freddie sits in his favorite lounge chair.
"Where did you go?" I have a seat on the couch.
"New York City. The match between Jeff Hardy and The Brian Kendrick was great." Freddie leans back.
"So you went to a wrestling show?" Since when did Freddie start watching wrestling?
Freddie lets out a snicker. "Hilarious, Carly. You know I'm a tech producer for World Wrestling Entertainment."
"Oh right. You have been gone so much that I forgot." Nice save Carly. We jumped over that obstacle.
Sam comes over and sits next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and places her hand into mine. This feels so precise yet so incorrect with Freddie here.
"Why don't you guys just get married already?" Freddie snorts at us.
So I presume he knows about me and Sam. That also means everyone must know about us.
"Because we know you're going to try to prevent the wedding." Sam says sarcastically.
"Not true. I told you I'm over Carly."
"Positive?" I ask.
"Positive." Freddie answers back.
YES! Triumph is mine!
The sounds of footsteps and giggles start coming from down the stairs. I turn my head a little to observe who it was.
Spencer was the first one down the stairs. He looked the same. Only clear diversity is that his hair is a little longer and shaggier and was also sporting a light goatee. His beard made him look older.
"Good morning Kidos," Spencer leans over the couch and pets me and Sam on the head. Another thing to add on the list, he still calls us Kidos. "What do you guys want for breakfast?"
"Pancakes," Freddie answers first.
I think for a second, "I'll have pancakes also."
"I want a piece of Carly," Sam whispers to herself.
I overhear her and fire a glare at her.
She looks back at me like I told her a threat. "It's the truth."
"She'll have pancakes also." I respond for her.
"That's not what I said." Sam whines.
"Ok, pancakes it is," Spencer smacks his hands and walks to the kitchen. "You want some honey?"
I turn to see who Spencer was talking to. It was Sasha. Sasha Striker. The same Sasha Striker who use to be the Pak-Rat champion until her title streak was ended by her now boyfriend, Spencer.
Her dim brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail showing off her spiritual brown eyes. Her body was shaped in every curve. Even her stomach had a miniature curve. Almost like she was pregnant.
Pregnant!
"Mmm…I would love some." Sasha says while stretching her arms out. "Then Carly and I have some baby shopping to do."
At first I wanted to turn down her offer but decided that maybe I can get some priceless information from her since she is in a pregnant situation.
"Sounds like fun," I smile, "Want to join us Sam?"
Sam fiddles around with her socks. "I have to work today." She lets out a groan that sounds almost dejected like. "Sorry."
"It's ok." This sounds like it's not the first time she told me she had to work.
"So it's just the two of us. Alright." Sasha walks towards Spencer.
"Breakfast is ready!" Spencer announces from the kitchen.
The Seattle mall was "dead" for a Saturday. Dead as in not as hectic as usual. It was afternoon and Sasha and I have been to a couple stores, getting things that we would need for the gigantic delivery.
"When is the baby due again?" I ask as we walk around Kids-R-Us.
"Next month." Sasha answers while looking at some toys she thinks the baby would be fond of. A couple feet away there were two young girls, one with brown hair and the other with blonde hair, fighting over a baby doll. It reminds me of how me and Sam met. Sasha notices me daydreaming. "You're thinking about Sam, are you?"
I nod my head.
"She means a lot to you."
I nod again.
"You must really lover her for you to do this." Sasha goes on. It's bizarre for me to demonstrate my emotions to somebody I really don't know well. "For you to give up your normal life and come to this adaptation of life."
Her words catch me off guard. "What?"
