So, chapter ten is upon us. Let us take in the marvelous miracle that is called "Love and Other Things'.
I love that I'm working on this rather than doing my final and that is because I honestly say, I do not like my humanities teacher. He doesn't teach; he is an over paid babysitter. He 'teaches' us, he pops in movies about a specific artist, whomever it may be. And he is obsessed with Picasso. We've watched three movies about him, our final is about him and one o four assignments is about him. He revolutionized the art world and how we see things, like houses. But he isn't the only great artist out there. Michelangelo was talked about briefly and only because he was in a Da Vinci movie; Leonardo Da Vinci is the reason I continue to push myself as an artist. The best part is that he doesn't listen. He asks a question, we answer but he completely ignores our answer and talk about the answer to his question anyway. We ask a legit question and he ignores what we asked and either continues talking about something else or 'answers' the question; meaning he answers a question but not the question we asked. He had given us a midterm and a 'major' project that had us using our money to do so that was supposed to be do two freaking weeks ago but he's a dingaling and everything's due tomorrow. I get midterms if the class was twelve to fifteen weeks long, but this is a seven week course. By the time we are finished with the midterm we have to turn around and have a final. Which reminds me, we have two COMPLETELY DIFFERENT finals; they don't go hand in hand with each other, which is driving me insane because they are those stupid open ended yet closed ended questions. I'm so glad that this class is over.
Sorry about ranting about him.
Review comment(?) time!
Hellbreaker: I agree. Genius does have a lot of social, emotional and mental problems; it's hard to appreciate that Jack and Maddie are geniuses, especially Jack, because of their 'ditziness'. But I love 'em anyway :3
ShadowDragon357: It's all part of the story; I don't think that Jazz would really do that to Danny. Like ever. But again, I went for the shock factor. Also, I agree. Unless a teenager is from the south (United States) they know about STDs and STIs and where babies come from. Danny does know where babies come from, he lied to his parents to ease his own guilt about the possibility of hurting or offending his parents. I NEVER had the lesson with putting on a condom with a banana or anything, and went through FIVE FREAKIN' YEARS of health classes. When I saw your story about health class and the giggling penis and I had to literally stop what I was doing, walk away, and literally roll on the floor laughing. Your thought process made my day and I was having a very horrible day. Thank you so very much.
darkangeloflove15: Thank you :3
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Chapter Ten! Enjoy!
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Chapter Ten. Diaries and Other Things.
Dear Journal? Diary?
I'm not sure what to call this. Diary seems too girly, journal seems too, I don't know, stupid. Maybe 'Dear, Writing Assgnment'. Or maybe not do 'dear diary' and just title it with the date and just start off to write. I think I'll do that.
I'm not sure what to write, but I have to write this for my summer English class, my mom wanted me to get in a few courses during summer to 'look good for a college that I take my studies so seriously'. I could write anything that I want to. Anything. And she will never read it. It is mine and mine alone. I will share it with Sam. Only her. Because I trust and love her.
Speaking of Sam. It's been three and a half months since our first date and Sam and I have been going strong. It was awkward at first, which is understandable; we were going from best friends to dating and now to girlfriend and boyfriend. We made that call like literally two weeks ago. When Sam and I needed to during ghost hunting we 'distance' ourselves and we became better as team, way better. Every time we fight and capture another ghost, I fall more in love with Sam. I never knew I could but I am. She is doing double duty as a best friend and my girlfriend; which to me should be one in the same. But I think she's just trying to make up for what Tucker is doing to us.
Thinking of Tucker, he hasn't spoken to me or Sam like how we use to be. He hangs out with Dash and Paulina and the rest of the 'popular' group. He only 'speaks' to us when he is making fun of us. What the fuck is going on with him? Even though he hurts me, I still care deeply about Tucker. He was my best friend. We shared almost everything together. I miss him.
My parents tried to talk to me about sex, again. Every time I go out with Sam, which is about every Monday, on a date my dad gives me a box of condoms and my mom gives me a lecture about the safety and benefits of wearing a condoms and the stuff that could happen to me if I don't wear a condom. Every time this happens, I tell them 'we are not having sex'. I told Sam this and she laughed for a good half an hour.
Sam's parents are in marriage counseling. Every Tuesday and Thursday. So my gut instinct was right about Sam's father. I had the feeling that he didn't really want the baby because Sam was almost out of the house and he could finally have the alone time and freedom of not having Sam around, but with a baby on the way, he no longer had that. He finally admitted that a week ago, Sam's mother will not stay in the same room as him. Which I understand. Sam has really stepped up to the plate with her mother; especially her parent's strained relationship. She goes to the birthing classes; she goes to the ultra sounds, anything and everything else that Mrs. Manson needs or wants. It's so amazing to see Sam really step up. She will make a great mother one day. Oh! Mrs. Manson is about seven months pregnant and huge! Sam tells me that the doctors are not sure why she is so huge, like she is having twins but she's not, and has to get a lot of ultrasounds because they want to make sure that the baby is alright.
I stopped writing because I didn't know what else to put down. That was two pages, front and back, of writing. I had to write a little bit every day, but I wasn't sure what I was going to write. Talk about Sam? Tucker? My family? School? What? I never done this before. I shrugged it off.
My phone went off, when I checked it, it was Sam. "Hello?" I asked.
"Hey Danny." Her voice sounded chipper, unlike her usual demeanor.
"What's up?"
"Nothing much. How are you? What have you been doing as of late?"
"Summer school and the homework. I've been pretty bored, because Monday's for like three hours at most is not enough time for quality boyfriend girlfriend stuff, like talking about the relationship, our feelings, and things of that sort." I said truthfully.
"I know. How about Mondays and Fridays? I know it won't be a lot but it's better than one day."
"That works. How are you? What have you been doing as of late?" I repeated back to Sam.
"I've been tired and missing you. I, like always, have been helping my mom. My mom and dad got into last night."
"I'm sorry." I was tempted to call her 'love' as a endearing nickname, but I wasn't sure how she felt about those.
"My mom bitched my dad out saying 'you're being a selfish ass' and 'get over yourself' and 'the babies coming whether you want it to or not'. Dad went into his office and locked the door."
"That seems a little childish."
"I thought so too when my mom told me what he did."
I smiled. I laid down on my bed as I spoke. "I'm going to say this once and only once and it must never be repeated to anyone or anything, even me."
"Okay. What is it?" She said.
"I got so horny a few nights ago that when I masturbated to ease the tension, I gotten a blister on my hand."
There was silence on the other end.
"Sam?" I asked, cautiously. "Sam?" Still nothing. "My dearest love, Sam, the only woman to ever get close to my heart, are you there?" I asked.
"Did you really?" She finally spoke after another moment of silence.
"Yes. I was looking up some sex toys to help masturbate and I say something that was lingerie and I 'this would look amazing on Sam' and when I pictured it in my head, I gotten instantly hard."
More silence.
"Changing the topic completely, do you want to hang out?" She asked after another moment of silence.
"Sure. I'm done with my homework and chores." There will probably be a ghost attack, whenever we have hangout on a whim there was always a ghost attack. "Do you want me to come over there and we can go do something or meet some place?"
"I was thinking I go to your house because I'm already here." She said. I got off my bed and looked out my window and saw Sam standing there. She waved at me and I waved back.
"I'll be right down." I said then hung up. I raced down the stairs and opened up the front door. "Were you already here when you called?"
"I was close enough." She answered as she walked through the door. I didn't care if she was at the door or not, I was just thrilled that she was here. I pulled her into a hug. "Hello." She said, surprised. But she was muffled at the end because I had kissed her. She giggled as she kissed back.
"Hello to you to." I said once I stopped kissing her. Between our now busy schedules, we only see each other on Monday. "This is a nice surprise." I smiled, still having her in my arms. I felt like she belonged here. "A really nice surprise." I mumbled.
Sam kissed me. "I thought it would. My mom had scheduled in another appointment this week for the marriage counselor because of last night."
"By the way, why didn't you call me last night? I know it had to upset you."
"I would have but I knew you were out patrolling the city." She kissed me again. "That's for knowing me so well." To my greatest surprise, she started rubbing my cock with her hand. I moved a little away from her, but she moved with me.
"What?" I breathed. My cock hard .
She backed off and looked down towards her boots. "Sorry. I thought you wanted it." Her voice cracked.
"I do but I want to wait for you and us to be ready." I said.
"I am ready. I've been ready." She mumbled.
I breathed in. Staring at her in wonder. Then my desires overtook everything and pushed Sam up against the wall, and stuck my tongue into her mouth as my hands traveled up and down her waist. Once Sam seemed like she was getting into it, I stopped and pulled my head away from her so I could looked at her in the eyes. "I always wanted you, as my girlfriend and sexually. But I mean what I said, I was waiting for you to be ready and us as a couple to be ready."
Sam sharply inhaled and looked torn. About what? "I . . ." She breathed. "I want this."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She nodded shyly, still looking torn. I went into ghost form, picked her up, bridal style, and flew through the ceiling and into my room. I went back into human form, once we were in my room, Sam still in my arms. I carried her over to my bed and gently set her down near the edge. I took off my shirt as I began to crawl onto my bed. I began kissing her again, passionately but she wasn't really getting into it. I knew what was going on in her mind. She's not ready. If I backed off now, she'll just push it later. I, unfortunately, have to be the bad guy and push her to her 'limits'; make her cry if I really need to. I didn't like it. I took off her boots as I began kissing her stomach; I dropped them to the floor. I began to remove her shirt and skirt; they came off fairly easy. Sam's expression on her face broke my heart. She didn't want this to happen. She wasn't ready. She needed to verbally say so. I began to unzip my pants; Sam's expression tore me apart. I began to kiss her neck, and then lower down to the top of her breasts, as I took off my pants and boxer at once.
Just as I was about to remove her panties, she screamed and backed away to the head board. She hugged her knees. "I'm sorry." She was crying. "I thought I was ready but I'm not. I'm not."
"Sam, it's okay." I said as I quickly put my boxers and panties back on. I went over to her and hugged her around her waist from behind. "It's okay."
"No it's not." She said. She was trying to pull away from me. I held on tightly.
"Yes, it is. I knew you weren't ready."
"You knew and you weren't going to stop?" She asked, angrily.
"I was going to stop before I took your virginity. I wasn't going to be inside you at all, besides my tongue from earlier." I began. "I knew if I stopped before this even began, you'd just push the issue later. I wanted you to stop on your own. I was trying to push you towards your limit and make you stop yourself. I don't want our first sexual encounter, especially yours, be something we regret. Us having sex should be something we have when we are both good and ready and romantic. Not like this. I'm sorry that I hurt you."
She sat there in silence. I was still holding her, and I could feel her tears come down. Please don't hate me Sam. Please don't break up with me. I love you. I lost Tucker. I can't lose you too. I don't know how to do anything without you.
"Thank you." She spoke after five minutes of long excruciating silence.
"Why thank me?" I asked confused.
"For being an awesome boyfriend." She giggled.
"How am I awesome?"
She turned around and kissed me. "Because you are you." That didn't really answer my question.
"Let's put on our clothes before my parents walks in." I suggested with a smile.
"Good idea." We broke apart, collected our clothes, and put them back on. Then Sam's phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket, "hello?" She answered. "hey mom. How was the meeting?" A small pause from Sam. "What? Really? Do you want me to come home and have some quality time together?" Another pause from Sam. "Okay. I'll home soon." Another pause. "Yeah, I can pick that up on the way back. Bye mom. Love you too."
"What was the surprising news?"
"My dad is on a downward spiral for being an alcoholic. He's going to start going to the AA meetings."
I stared at Sam for a moment. "I don't know how to respond to something like that."
"That is why I asked my mom if I should come home and hang out with her."
"That makes since. What do you have to pick up?" I was thinking Sam had to pick up something food-related because she was pregnant and their cravings change as often as a teenage girl changes clothes.
"Soft fuzzy slippers."
"Really?"
"Yeah, her feet are sore and slightly swollen; she thinks a nice pair of soft, fuzzy, patted slippers will help a little with the walking." She explained.
"Can I walk you to the store and then home?" I offered with a smile.
Sam hugged me and I hugged her back, she buried her head in my chest. I could smell her hair, coconuts and something else I could not identify, yet. "That'll be nice." She said. I could feel her smile against my chest. I kissed the top of her head. I was not expecting Sam to be like this, it was a very nice surprise.
"Danny! Sam! What are you two doing?" My mother asked, sounding nervous and scared.
We quickly broke apart, but we held each other's hand. "I was showing Sam something."
"Then I told Danny some bad news and he was comforting me."
Close enough to the truth. Actually, it was extremely close to the truth.
"That's unfortunate. Danny, your father and I are going grocery shopping. Do you want anything while we are there?"
I thought about it for a second. "Um, eggs." I could feel Sam's glare on me but I also felt her let up.
"Anything else?"
"Not that I could think of." I answered.
"Okay sweetie. Don't stay up here for too long." My mom said with a wave and then she was out of sight.
I turned back to Sam; she was smiling at me. Then I heard the front door be slammed closed. "Let's get going before your parents come back and give us both that lecture." Sam said with a chuckle at the end.
"You're right." I said as I pulled her closer to me, and wrapped my arm around her waist. "So let's get going." I kissed the top of her head. I went into ghost form, picked her up, and went through the floor.
"It is such a weird feeling." Sam said.
"What is?" I said as I put her on her feet.
"Going through walls." She answered as I went back into human form.
"It was weird when I first started doing that."
"It was probably weird to be a ghost period."
"Yes, it was. New powers, new abilities, and a new thing to do."
"Like hunt down ghosts and send them back into the ghost world." She stated.
"Yes." We both laughed. Then the door opened. "Wow. That was fast." I called out to my parents. "Did they not have anything that we needed?" I asked. Jazz appeared. "Jazz! What are you doing here?"
"I'm come to visit for a week. I asked mom and dad if I was able to come; which was a month ago. I've reminded them every Sunday afterward they said 'yes'. I sent them both emails and call them to remind them. I think they forgot." That was when I noticed that Jazz was looking a little thin and pale.
"Even after all that, they forgot?" Sam asked, half sarcastic, half not. I kissed her on the cheek.
"Yeah, our parents." I said.
"Mom said that you two were dating. How serious is it?" She asked the tone of caring in her voice.
"Pretty serious." I answered. Sam returned the kiss.
Jazz smiled at us. "You two are so cute together." My face heated at what she said.
"Sam has to go home, and I was going to walk her back." I said, trying to avoid any other embarrassing conversation, like Jazz dragging out the baby pictures.
"Don't forgot, I also have to pick up fuzzy slippers." Sam reminded me.
"I did forget, actually." I said honestly.
"At least you are man enough to admit that." Sam laughed. I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulled her closer to me and kiss the top of her head.
"We can talk more later." Jazz said. She waved and then started going upstairs.
"C'mon." Sam said. "Let's get going."
We left the house, I closed the door, and started heading down to the nearest pharmacy that was closest to Sam's house. We held hands as we talked about random things, including what had happened in my room, on the way there. We went in, looked for the, and found them. They were exactly what Sam's mom wanted; hopefully she'll like them. Sam bought the slippers and we went to her house, we were still talking about random things. Her dad came outside as we walked up to her front door.
"Samantha. Daniel." He acknowleged.
"Hello, dad." Sam responded.
"Hello, Mr. Manson." I said respectably.
"Your mother is waiting for you." Mr. Manson said to Sam. "Go on in, I want to talk to Daniel." I turned to Sam and she looked very spectacle of what her father just said. We said our goodbyes and she went inside, throwing a glare towards her dad. Once inside, Mr. Manson, looked like he was about to commit murder. "I know that you and my daughter are going strong over these past few months; maybe too strong for a couple of young adult teenagers." I had to hold back my very inappropriate response. "I do not care how much my little Samantha loves and cares about you, if you have sex with her, or break her heart I will bring the full force of the law on you. Do you understand what I am saying?" He sounded so pleasant he said that. I was partially scared of his threat.
"Yes, I do." I answered.
"Good. You my leave now." With that, he went inside.
I left as soon as he went inside, instead of flying, I walked home. The only thing that I've done wrong was earlier, from what I could remember anyway. Sam may have a different perspective, but if I did something stupid she always tells me otherwise. I sighed.
"Danny?" I looked to the sound of my name. It was Tucker.
"Hey. How are you?" I asked politely. Sam and I still care about him and miss him tremendously.
"I've been a bit busy. But enough about me, Danny, you looked really different." He sounded in awe.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You've toned up, you're not buff like Dash but definitely more muscular, and you grew a few more inches, and you look really happy."
I looked at Tucker with a raised eyebrow. "I am happy. Sam and I have been working out a lot, together if we can, but mostly separate."
"How are things between the two of you?" Tucker asked as I noticed that his eyes were a little glazy and they were also a little blood shot.
"We are doing tremendously amazing. Tucker, are you alright? What's going on in your life?" I asked, concerned.
"That's good. I've been alright. My friends are just amazing. Look, Danny it's been awesome catching up but I need to go home now. Bye." He waved and then left.
I was so torn apart on the inside. I wanted to follow him. Was he really alright? What was going on inside is head? What was going through his head? What was going in his life? What was wrong with our friend?
He was out of sight.
I turned and headed back home. When I went inside once I was home, mom and dad were back and they were sitting in the living room with Jazz, who looked a bit better.
"Danny!" My dad yelled as he got up and raced over to me. "Jazz made a very surprise appearance!"
"Dad! It wasn't a surprise! I asked about a month ago!" Jazz said as she stood but looked a little queasy when she did so, so she sat back down.
Before mom or dad could make an argument, the house phone went off, and dad went to go answer. "Jazz, you should be resting." Our mother said in a motherly tone.
"I'm fine. It'll pass." Jazz insisted.
"Why pay for hotel when you can stay with us Vlady my man!?" Came my father's voice. I looked at my mom, her eyes narrowed. Great now my nemesis is going to be staying at our house, again. "Maddie! Vlad is staying with us!" He screamed as he came into the living room.
"Why will he be in Amity Park?" Mom asked, looking a little annoyed, and sounding it too.
"He has some business meeting and he asked what hotels were good around here."
"So you offered him our home instead of a hotel?" Jazz asked, looking sick again.
"Yes, I did." Dad answered.
"Excuse me." She said as she got up and left the room.
"Jack, that was nice of you to offer." My mom said. "I'm going to check on Jazz."
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So that was longer than I wanted. I have a few surprised in store for all of you.
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