The next day, Saturday evening, Amanda and Hector sat on her living room floor. When it came down to it, Amanda and Hector were like little kids sometimes. Around them, were a jumbled up deck of Uno playing cards, a box of Oreos, and the supplies to make silly puddy. Amanda mixed the puddy with her hands and pulled out the finished product, slimy pink goo. She flicked some at Hector, who's jaw dropped as silly puddy landed on his left eyebrow. Amanda laughed out loud, and then screamed as Hector grabbed for the puddy and flicked some back at her. She got up and ran, still screaming with laughter as he chased her around the living room. Finally they both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. Hector looked over at Amanda, who was catching her breath. "Never mess with the champ." Amanda threw a pillow at Hector's face. His phone buzzed in his pocket. "Hang on," He answered, and his face darkened. Amanda hugged the pillow to her chest tightly. "Okay, no problem. Bye." Hector hung up and sighed. "I'm sorry, I have to go Amanda. My sister's at the police station again."
Amanda wrinkled her nose. "Why?"
Hector rolled his eyes. "She got arrested. Again."
"Why don't I come with? I'm sure you could use the company."
Hector contemplated this for a minute. "Yeah, I guess."
And with that, their light playful mood had dissolved into thin air.
When they got to the police station, Hector pushed open the door and held it for Amanda. He had been silent the whole ride over. This kind of thing happened all the time. Hector's sister, Mona, got into trouble quite often, even though she was only 14. An officer pointed to a holding cell, where a girl was being held. Amanda let out a small gasp. It had been ages since she had seen Mona, and Amanda had forgotten how strikingly beautiful she was. She had striking blue eyes and light brown hair that reached halfway down her back. Her eyes were caked in makeup and her nose had a ring through it. Upon seeing Hector, the cop who was watching Mona stood up and opened the cell. He then undid her handcuffs. She dramatically rubbed her wrists. "Why not make them a little tighter next time?" She muttered. Hector rolled his eyes. "What'd you do this time?"
The cop spoke up. "Found this one in the old abandoned house on Maple Road, spray painting the walls with profanities."
Mona rolled her eyes. "Oh please, it's abandoned. No one cares if you graffiti an abandoned house."
Hector sighed. "Why did they call me? What about mom?"
Mona smirked. "Out of town, and since dad isn't legally allowed within 300 yards of me, looks like you're stuck with me until she gets back, which is in about a week."
Amanda had been silently observing the exchange. It was rare that Hector interacted with his sister, so it was always interesting. Hector's jaw dropped.
"Has this child been alone until now?"
Mona spoke up. "I can take care of myself. I've been alone for 4 days already and I'm fine."
"Obviously not. Now boy, you take your sister and don't let her out of your sight." The cop lightly shoved Mona towards Hector and Hector grabbed her arm. "Will do, officer. Thank you." He led Mona out of the station and Amanda followed.
That same evening, Colt was getting ready for his date with Sam. He leaned over his dresser, which reminded him of the day of Sam's dad's funeral so many months ago. Sam always made him nervous, but today it was for a different reason.
Sam sat on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She had been ready for her date for hours, and now she was lost in thought. Tonight was the night. The night she was giving herself up to Colt.
Colt opened his history textbook to page 904, the day he and Sam started going out, and found the foil packages he had antagonized over not so long ago. He didn't want to risk having his mom or sister find them, so he hid them in a really obscure place. He slid them into his pocket.
Sam abruptly stood up and paced around the room. She didn't know why she was acting this way. She loved Colt, and had no doubt that he was the one she wanted to be with. He was her rock, her everything. No second thoughts. It was just the idea in general that made Sam nervous. It would have been that way with anyone, but with Colt, it was a tiny bit better.
Colt looked at his digital clock. Almost 7. Showtime. He went outside to his motorcycle and revved the engine. Then he sped off to Sam's house.
A few minutes later, after some more pacing, Sam heard loud noises outside. Colt. She grabbed her purse and ran down the steps. Her mom sat in the living room, reading. "Bye mom, I'm going out with Colt, okay?" Sam's mom nodded and went back to her book. Sam rolled her eyes as she made her way to the door. She might feel worse about lying to her mom's face if her mom even cared about her life at all. Sam jogged outside and hopped onto the back of Colt's bike, wrapping her arms around his waist like she always did. He turned around slightly and grinned at her. She smiled back and winked, and they drove off to the beach.
For the majority of the evening, Colt and Sam didn't even talk about what was to come of later, even though they both knew it was on each other's minds. They talked about memories, crazy things they had done, their friends, gossip, music, pretty much anything. They ate what Colt had packed, which were his and Sam's favorite sandwiches from Subways. Ham and Cheese, and Meatball Sub. Afterwards, as the sun was setting, they lay next to each other on the blanket looking at the sky. It was silent for a few minutes, until Colt spoke first.
"So…this is it."
Sam turned over slightly. "Yeah, I guess it is. And I'm totally ready."
Colt thought for a minute. "Really?" He turned over onto his side completely and leaned on his arm.
Sam sighed. "No. I'm nervous as shit."
"Why, Sammy?"
"I don't know!" Sam turned onto her stomach and lay her head down. "It's just so new to me, I don't know what to think."
Colt bit his lip. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No! I'm really not, I'm just like, scared. I don't know what I'm doing. You do."
"That's the whole point Sammy," Colt lowered himself so he was at eye level with her. "You're not supposed to be prepared or smart about any of this stuff. No one is. Look Sam, I've always been here for you. I was here for you when your dad died, and I was here when Zoe moved out and left you guys, and I'll be here when other crazy bad shit happens. Because I really care about you. A lot. And I'm here to protect you and guide you through this crazy-as-shit experience called 'losing your virginity'. Trust me, Sam. Please." Colt breathed out and let out a shaky laugh, like he couldn't believe he had said something so sentimental.
Sam stayed quiet for a minute. "Okay."
Colt raised his eyebrows. "You sure you're good with this?"
Sam nodded. "With you? Absolutely."
Her and Colt stared at each other for a minute until they both leaned in and kissed. The kiss deepened until Sam pulled away. "You brought something, right?"
Colt patted his pocket. "My 8 dollar insurance policy." He grinned.
Sam leaned in again and they continued kissing, falling back on the blanket, and ripping each other's clothes away.
