Chap. 2. Dun own anything. Thank you to all my reviewers. FYI: Some CD stores put little tags on the CDs that they remove when you pay for it. If you try to take it off, this liquid inside starts leaking onto you hands. It also happens if the tag goes past the detectors.
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-Later-
Samantha woke up cold and wet. She blinked and looked around as she sat up, remembering where she was and why. She looked down at her shirt, which was priced 29.99 at Sears. She had swiped it.
She turned her head to the left, and there was Odd, lying on the ground and snoring for all he was worth, while mumbling something about food. He clutched her bookbag protectively in his arms. That had been stolen too.
She stood up wearily and walked over to him. Her knees splashed in the mud as she kneeled and stretched out her hand to caress his forehead. He rolled over, away from her.
"Odd." Samantha said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Odd, wake up."
He rolled over again. "Five more minutes, Ulrich."
"Odd." She gripped his shoulder and shook it a bit. "Odd, if you wake up, I'll give you some cake."
"Really?" He sat straight up, causing her to release his shoulder. He blinked a couple of times, then turned to look and her. "Where's the cake?"
She smiled faintly, then sat down on the muddy ground, crossing her legs. Odd opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, the closed it and sat the way she was. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, until Samantha spoke.
"What time is it?"
Odd took out his cell phone and checked the time. "Would you believe we've bee asleep for about six hours?"
"No."
"Then I've got bad news for you. We've been asleep for eight."
"Seriously?" She turned to look at him. He nodded. "As a matter of fact, I've got to be in school in about four hours."
Another heavy silence followed, lasting longer than the first. The two just sat there, staring up at the sky. Odd chose to speak first.
"Sammie, I-"
She cut him off. "Why did you go in my bookbag?"
He sighed. "It was Ulrich. When you went upstairs, he reached across the table and picked it up off your chair. We asked him what he was doing, and he said he was 'gonna see what the bookbag of a thief looked like.'"
Samantha lowered her head.
"I took it from him, but then I saw the CD."
"Please don't say anymore." She whispered, cradling her head with her arms. Odd put a hand on her back. "I'm sorry, Sammie. I want you to talk to me. I'm your –friend-. I want to help you."
"Don't you think I've tried? I've TRIED to stop, Odd. I can't help it."
"But I'll be with you this time, Samantha. I promise. I won't leave you."
"I know you won't Odd. But- what if I fail? I don't want to disappoint you. But it's gonna be hard not to."
"I'll help you." He whispered, interlacing his fingers with hers. "I swear to god I'll help you."
Samantha lifted her head stared at him. Odd looked back, then leaned foreword and kissed her. "I want to help."
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There it was. Short n sweet. Please review. Rating may go up. Ciao.
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-Later-
Samantha woke up cold and wet. She blinked and looked around as she sat up, remembering where she was and why. She looked down at her shirt, which was priced 29.99 at Sears. She had swiped it.
She turned her head to the left, and there was Odd, lying on the ground and snoring for all he was worth, while mumbling something about food. He clutched her bookbag protectively in his arms. That had been stolen too.
She stood up wearily and walked over to him. Her knees splashed in the mud as she kneeled and stretched out her hand to caress his forehead. He rolled over, away from her.
"Odd." Samantha said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Odd, wake up."
He rolled over again. "Five more minutes, Ulrich."
"Odd." She gripped his shoulder and shook it a bit. "Odd, if you wake up, I'll give you some cake."
"Really?" He sat straight up, causing her to release his shoulder. He blinked a couple of times, then turned to look and her. "Where's the cake?"
She smiled faintly, then sat down on the muddy ground, crossing her legs. Odd opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, the closed it and sat the way she was. They stayed like that for a good ten minutes, until Samantha spoke.
"What time is it?"
Odd took out his cell phone and checked the time. "Would you believe we've bee asleep for about six hours?"
"No."
"Then I've got bad news for you. We've been asleep for eight."
"Seriously?" She turned to look at him. He nodded. "As a matter of fact, I've got to be in school in about four hours."
Another heavy silence followed, lasting longer than the first. The two just sat there, staring up at the sky. Odd chose to speak first.
"Sammie, I-"
She cut him off. "Why did you go in my bookbag?"
He sighed. "It was Ulrich. When you went upstairs, he reached across the table and picked it up off your chair. We asked him what he was doing, and he said he was 'gonna see what the bookbag of a thief looked like.'"
Samantha lowered her head.
"I took it from him, but then I saw the CD."
"Please don't say anymore." She whispered, cradling her head with her arms. Odd put a hand on her back. "I'm sorry, Sammie. I want you to talk to me. I'm your –friend-. I want to help you."
"Don't you think I've tried? I've TRIED to stop, Odd. I can't help it."
"But I'll be with you this time, Samantha. I promise. I won't leave you."
"I know you won't Odd. But- what if I fail? I don't want to disappoint you. But it's gonna be hard not to."
"I'll help you." He whispered, interlacing his fingers with hers. "I swear to god I'll help you."
Samantha lifted her head stared at him. Odd looked back, then leaned foreword and kissed her. "I want to help."
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There it was. Short n sweet. Please review. Rating may go up. Ciao.