Disclaimer: The BSC isn't mine.
A/N this is the longest chapter yet. I wrote it while I attended an extremely boring seminar on raising butterflies. It was required so I was quite annoyed, that should explain the heated fighting at the start of this chapter. Considering its length, I expect a number of reviews. I'm quite disappointed that I've received only 8 reviews so far. So please do review I don't mind criticism.
Sam parked his vintage Mustang in the driveway of his house and turned to face Stacey, who was seated beside him. "Are you sure you're ready to go to work now?" he inquired.
"Sam I'm fine, ok?" Stacey answered, more than a little annoyed "I'm not a baby and I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself."
Sam stared at her, dumbstruck. "I was just concerned, I really think you aren't ready yet... maybe you can wait a few days."
Stacey yelled "Well, I'm tired of sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Unlike you, I'm not content to remain idle!"
"Fine" bellowed Sam, hurt "Do what you want, don't listen at all to what I have to say."
Stacey screamed "I married you to be my husband not my father!"
Sam paused speechless, then continued "Great! You can start your new-found freedom, by getting off my car!"
As Stacey left the car, Sam drove of towards three-fifty four McLelland. He found that driving through the streets of Stoneybrook had a somewhat calming effect on him. By the time he reached the house Kristy, Bart (Kristy's husband), and Karen still lived in after Elizabeth and Watson decided to move to Florida, his hands had stopped shaking completely. But he guessed that he still looked stricken.
Kristy noticed his unhappy look right away. "What's wrong?" She asked, and then sensing that it would probably be a long and private conversation, she invited him up to her room. She led him up the stairs and sat him down on the overstuffed lavender couch in Bart and her room. "So what's wrong?" she repeated. 'Does it have something to do with Stacey?"
"You're right" Sam admitted "Stacey's being particularly irritable and short-tempered these last few days. Today we had a big fight I really don't know what to do about it." "Oh Sam, I'm sorry. Nut you have to understand that she has just had a big shock." Kristy tried to comfort him. "I assumed so too. "Sam replied "I'm just trying to be there for her, I'm only trying to protect her." He paused, and then continued "I found her unconscious on the floor beside our bed, you can't possibly know how hard and painful that was for me."
Kristy was shocked at the pain she saw radiating from his eyes. "Sam, I know you're in pain." Kristy stammered "But,.... um. Stacey hates to be treated like a child, she had to grow awfully fast, you know." "I guess so, but I really wish she'd open up to me." said Sam.
"All you can do is to give her time and most especially love, then she will." Kristy replied in an attempt to comfort her older brother.
"Kristy, do me a favor, would you?" pleaded Sam "Talk to Stacey for me." Kristy agreed quickly "Sure, Sam, I'll invite her and the rest of the former BSC here for a sleepover, so it won't be too obvious. IS that OK with you?" "If it is fine with Bart, then it's fine with me!" Sam hugged his younger sister. "You're the greatest." Kristy grinned "I know, I know."
A/N: Tell me what you think. Click that button below, it won't take up too muck of your time. I can even make do with one or two word reviews. Even a simple good or bad or what other adjectives you come up with is fine with me. I'm used to short messages. After all, I come from the texting capital, the Philippines. By the way, tell me what you think should happen at the sleepover. The person, whose idea I'll use, will be an important character in the story and will be used in Chapter 5. Include the name and brief personality you want.
A/N this is the longest chapter yet. I wrote it while I attended an extremely boring seminar on raising butterflies. It was required so I was quite annoyed, that should explain the heated fighting at the start of this chapter. Considering its length, I expect a number of reviews. I'm quite disappointed that I've received only 8 reviews so far. So please do review I don't mind criticism.
Sam parked his vintage Mustang in the driveway of his house and turned to face Stacey, who was seated beside him. "Are you sure you're ready to go to work now?" he inquired.
"Sam I'm fine, ok?" Stacey answered, more than a little annoyed "I'm not a baby and I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself."
Sam stared at her, dumbstruck. "I was just concerned, I really think you aren't ready yet... maybe you can wait a few days."
Stacey yelled "Well, I'm tired of sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Unlike you, I'm not content to remain idle!"
"Fine" bellowed Sam, hurt "Do what you want, don't listen at all to what I have to say."
Stacey screamed "I married you to be my husband not my father!"
Sam paused speechless, then continued "Great! You can start your new-found freedom, by getting off my car!"
As Stacey left the car, Sam drove of towards three-fifty four McLelland. He found that driving through the streets of Stoneybrook had a somewhat calming effect on him. By the time he reached the house Kristy, Bart (Kristy's husband), and Karen still lived in after Elizabeth and Watson decided to move to Florida, his hands had stopped shaking completely. But he guessed that he still looked stricken.
Kristy noticed his unhappy look right away. "What's wrong?" She asked, and then sensing that it would probably be a long and private conversation, she invited him up to her room. She led him up the stairs and sat him down on the overstuffed lavender couch in Bart and her room. "So what's wrong?" she repeated. 'Does it have something to do with Stacey?"
"You're right" Sam admitted "Stacey's being particularly irritable and short-tempered these last few days. Today we had a big fight I really don't know what to do about it." "Oh Sam, I'm sorry. Nut you have to understand that she has just had a big shock." Kristy tried to comfort him. "I assumed so too. "Sam replied "I'm just trying to be there for her, I'm only trying to protect her." He paused, and then continued "I found her unconscious on the floor beside our bed, you can't possibly know how hard and painful that was for me."
Kristy was shocked at the pain she saw radiating from his eyes. "Sam, I know you're in pain." Kristy stammered "But,.... um. Stacey hates to be treated like a child, she had to grow awfully fast, you know." "I guess so, but I really wish she'd open up to me." said Sam.
"All you can do is to give her time and most especially love, then she will." Kristy replied in an attempt to comfort her older brother.
"Kristy, do me a favor, would you?" pleaded Sam "Talk to Stacey for me." Kristy agreed quickly "Sure, Sam, I'll invite her and the rest of the former BSC here for a sleepover, so it won't be too obvious. IS that OK with you?" "If it is fine with Bart, then it's fine with me!" Sam hugged his younger sister. "You're the greatest." Kristy grinned "I know, I know."
A/N: Tell me what you think. Click that button below, it won't take up too muck of your time. I can even make do with one or two word reviews. Even a simple good or bad or what other adjectives you come up with is fine with me. I'm used to short messages. After all, I come from the texting capital, the Philippines. By the way, tell me what you think should happen at the sleepover. The person, whose idea I'll use, will be an important character in the story and will be used in Chapter 5. Include the name and brief personality you want.