By the time they reached Chris's mansion, her sisters were already there and it was a couple hours before 7:00pm. During the car ride, Sam had learned that her father was rich, and passed down everything he had to Chris. She let her mother and her sisters live there though she disliked most of them. He had also learned that the six girls wearing the same dresses were her sisters.
As they entered, Chris's mother was there to greet them.
"Oh Christina, I can't believe you would do that to Jody! I am so ashamed to be you mother! Running off like that!"
In her head she cursed her mother, but each word seemed to strike her more than it would her mother, "You'll never get it, mother, so just buzz off." She ran up the spiraling staircase to her room, Sam started to follow but Chris's mother grabbed him back.
"Where to do think you're going, mister?" she asked.
"After Christina," he answered.
"For what reason? You are a bad influence on her. You're probably here because you want her money too."
"I swear to you that I love your daughter, I didn't even learn about all this money she had until we got here."
Chris's mother opened her mouth to say something, but one of her sisters came over, "leave him alone, mother." She turned to Sam, "here I'll show you to her room."
"Thanks," Sam said when they got there.
"There's no need for thanks, I can only do so much, since she keeps the door locked. I tried getting a locksmith to pick the lock, and he couldn't do it. Good luck."
She walked back downstairs and he banged on Chris's door, "Hey, Chris. It's me, Sam. Open up, please."
The opened almost immediately, Chris stood inside, looking a little depressed, "Come on in," she said half-heartedly. The room was huge; the whole wall to his right was a complete ceiling to floor window. The room had a few shelves off to the sides full of records, CDs and books lined these shelves and in the middle sat a queen-sized bed. Most of the walls were covered with posters. In the far front of him was a walk in closet and behind him was a high maintenance bathroom. Around the room were a couple of speakers that music was softly playing out of. Also around the room was enough places artificial light could come out of that would brighten up the room as though it was still daytime. At the foot of the bed was a chest and in front of the chest was a pimped out stereo that was connected to the speakers. Next to the collection of records was a record player that was also connected to the speakers. Against the window was a flat screen TV parallel to the bed. The window overlooked a huge backyard with a lot of running space, an enormous swimming pool, and a set of swings off to the side.
"Are you going to say anything or are you just gonna stand there gaping?" Chris asked him.
"So, what's with the swings in your backyard?" he asked sheepishly.
She forced a laugh, "it's for my nephews, Connor and Matt."
"Oh… so um… you want to explain the situation with you and your family?"
"Sure," she said slumping down into the chair in the corner as Sam took to the chair next to her.
The two pretty much traded life stories for a couple of hours. Sam learned that Chris's major was the 'arts', which ranged from dance and music to drawing and acting. He also learned that she worked as a tattoo artist at a local tattoo and piercing shop and that Chris had never gotten along with her mother, which was why she had been left in the care of her stepmother so often. Chris had learned that Sam's major was law enforcement (A/N: I'm not sure if that's what it's called, , lol) and was planning to be a lawyer. She had also learned that he pretty much used his life savings to get him through college for the while.
A knock came at the door, "Hey Chris, dinner's ready. Oh, and mother wants to talk to you, try not to piss her off this time."
Chris walked over and opened the door, "Thanks Nicole, but you know the situation I have with mom."
"Yes I know it, and I know that everyone, with an exception of you, can manage to keep her in a good mood. Then again, you are the baby of the family."
"Yes, I am, but if I hadn't been born you would have been and you would have gotten on her nerves as much as I have. Which is why you are the only other person in this family besides me that calls her mother instead of mom or mommy," Chris said smartly.
"I should smack you, but knowing that you've been spending most of your life with dad, you'd probably punch me in the face like you did to mother that one time."
"True, her nose had shattered under the force of my fist, and I was only eighteen, I'm twenty-two now. Four years have passed and I've gotten a bit stronger."
Nicole feigned shock, "Are you threatening your favorite sister?"
"I might be," Chris said looking thoughtful.
"You've changed Christina Moore, is it because of that dark figure behind you?"
Chris looked behind her to see Sam halfway hidden in the shadows grinning like an idiot.
"No, I mean I love the dark figure behind me, but I'd never change myself for someone else."
"And that's what I love about you," Sam said kissing her.
"Oh god, are you two going to get all lovey dovey, because if you are then I'm gone."
"Not at all, we were just going to go down to dinner and live through it somehow."
"Well, you wouldn't have to put up with mother and the rest of our ditzy sisters and their perverted husbands any longer, we're all going on a trip, away from here, for a couple of weeks. Don't do anything irrational while we're gone, okay Chris," Nicole said.
"Yeah, sure whatever, let's go," Chris said.
After dinner, Chris and Sam went back to her room and watched scary movies. Sam of course wasn't really that scared, but Chris on the other hand was already in Sam's arms and would cuddle up more to him every time she was scared, which was more than she would want to admit, though Sam had no problem with it (A/N: lol, typical guy). After the movie they brushed their teeth and got ready for bed…
"So… um… guess we'll be sharing a bed," Sam said lamely, the two of them had never exactly slept in the same bed together though they slept in the same room together.
"Yeah," Chris answered, also nervous. She was the first to be ready for bed, dressed in a tank top and loose shorts. Sam soon came along, dressed in a loose t-shirt and boxers. They kissed and said good night. Soon enough, Chris was on her side, facing away from Sam and Sam was curled up behind her with his arms around her waist, his body pressed up close to hers.
By morning, Sam was lying on his stomach with his left hand under his pillow and his right hand on under of Chris's right hand, their fingers loosely laced together. Chris was lying on her back, with her right hand on top of Sam's and her left hand under her head. Sam woke first; he pulled away from Chris and lay down on his side watching her sleep. Ten minutes later, Chris woke, her eyes squinting at the bright sunshine that brightened the room.
"Morning," Sam said.
"Oh god, I'm still alive," she said after she kissed him and checked the time, "well, if I'm lucky enough, they're already gone."
"Christina," her mom screeched through the door.
"And if I'm not, then my mom's ready to kill me," she got out of bed and unlocked and opened the door.
"Christina, now while I'm gone you better be practicing for your next dance recital three weeks from now, your next play that's coming up next week, you better be going back to on Monday, which is two days from now in case you subsequently forget. You better not be skipping school and I will know if you are since I told the school to directly call my cell phone if you do and you better not be having any sex with anyone, not even your boyfriend," she said to Sam," and you mister you better not be giving any more ideas to my daughter she is enough trouble as it is and you better not break her heart."
Chris's mother left along with the rest of her sisters. The two of them got ready for the day as they waited to hear the front gates of the mansion. Afterwards, Chris went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, "So, what do you want for breakfast?" she asked Sam as he came down after her.
He sighed, "Are you just not going to talk about what your mother just did?"
"That was my plan, now what do you want for breakfast?"
"I'll just have what you're having," he said.
She brightened a little, "Oh, well that makes everything easier," she went to the coffee maker and poured two already made cups of coffee before going into the pantry and pulling out four granola bars. She handed Sam a cup of coffee and gave him two of the granola bars.
Sam looked down at his food and frowned, "that's it?"
"You'll learn to live with it," Chris said laughingly.
I didn't exactly know how to end it so.. yeah. Please tell me what you think:D