Sam's P.O.V.
The Morning After
"Sam. Sammy, wake up!" I heard someone yell in my ear, causing me to shoot up and hit the person in the face. Looking over, I saw Michael holding his face.
"Shit, Sam, what the hell was that for?" He asked, incredulously. Once he removed his hand, I laughed at the red handprint on his face.
"For being a dick last night." I told him as he glared at me. At my laughter, his glare softened, showing my that he wasn't really that angry with me anymore.
"Well, I'm sorry for being concerned and worried about you. I mean, you went off with strangers, dangerous strangers." He said like I was insane. Maybe I was, but he went off with Star.
"You went off with a stranger, too, ya' know." I said with squinted eyes. I wasn't stupid. He was just being a hypocrite.
"Star is a tiny female. She isn't part of a dangerous biker gang, Sammy." He said, as if it was obvious. I almost decided to say something, but I changed my mind and kept my mouth shut. Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she isn't dangerous. She could be a murderer for all we know.
Michael must have took this as something totally different because he looked satisfied and got up to leave. I grumbled under my breath, pissed. This isn't gonna be the end of this conversation.
"Now, c'mon, get up. Mom's at work. She wants me to watch you tonight, so she can go out. I kinda wanna see Star again, so you up for going to the Boardwalk again?" He asked me while I just looked at him confused.
"Mom got a job? Where? She wants to go out? What the hell else did I miss?" I asked, shocked. He gave me a small smile, and grabbed my arm, yanking me out of the comfort of my bed.
"The video store." He paused. "So, what happened last night?" Michael asked as we walked down the stairs. My eyes widened, a lot. For the first time since I got up, I thought about it, but due to Michael watching me, I quickly recovered.
"Oh nothing. They showed me where they lived, took me on a motorcycle ride." My voice cracked, and Mike's eyes narrowed.
"They didn't hurt you, did they Sammy?" He asked worriedly. Not without my permission…
"No Mike. Anyways, their bikes are so much better than yours." I joked, hoping to avoid and the subject. Luckily, he didn't notice.
"You did not just say that!" He yelled playfully at me as he lunged for my arm, causing me to jump out of the way and try to run down stairs. Keyword: try
Mike grabbed my arm, pulling me against him, locking me in a headlock, and I knew I was in trouble. He started to give me a noogie, making me laugh along, but also try and get away from him.
"Say it, Sam. Say my bike is better!" He laughed. I simply shook my head.
"I don't lie, Mikey!" I yelled, trying to break free of grip. Once more, I cursed the universe over my late puberty. His grip tightened.
"Say it, and I might let yo-"
"Cut it out, boys. Michael, why don't you come help me with this new project of mine." Interrupted grandpa, and for the first time, I was thankful and happy about his presence. Michael glared playfully as I laughed. He reluctantly let me go, giving me a look that said 'this isn't over', and I gave him a smirk as I walked to the door, ready to grab my bike. I really wanted to go explore the Boardwalk during the day, away from *shiver* David. His boys aren't much better, but at least they aren't as intimidating as he is, well except for Dwayne.
"Mickey, I'm going to the Boardwalk. I'll go see mom for money. See ya' later!" I yelled as I slammed the door, ready to go see what Santa Carla had to offer, and maybe finally see the comic shop.
A/N: So, short chapter... ik. Sorry, but I have a feeling y'all are gonna LOVE the next one. Like on my other stories, I have to say, school is horrible. Hell.-- Page Break --
S- Seven
C- Crappy
H- Hours
O- Of
O- Our
L- Lives
Anyways, hope y'all liked it. It isn't really interesting. Just a filler. Thanks y'all for reading my story though.
