Color Me Beautiful
Author: Skittlz-n-comboz
Summary: Life has its ups and downs, and it all starts in High school…
Author's note: Wow. I got a butt load of reviews. Now I feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside…::takes a moment to savor in the feeling:: Okay moment over. Thanks again for the encouraging words and all that jazz. O BTW…this is not exactly appropriate for their time period…AKA. It's now-a-days. I don't know what it would be like back then in high school because I wasn't exactly alive. But I do know a lot about high school now…so just in case ne one was a little iffy on that fact…now you know. So you can be de-iffy-fied. (totally made that up. lol)
Lyrics are from my band, so you can't steal them! ::sticks tongue out::
* * * * *
"…But in the meantime,
I need something
To keep me occupied.
So color me beautiful,
Color me in between the lines"
"Captivated", by Crimson Glass
* * * * *
Chapter 3
What the hell was that awful noise? I groaned and shifted in my bed, turning to face my wall. A few seconds later I heard it again; Holy Hannah! What was that? I sighed in frustration and sat up, my hair falling in a tangled mess around my shoulders. I rubbed my eyes drowsily and looked at my alarm clock. My alarm clock! My eyes widened in horror as I noticed that my clock was the culprit of the never ending racket. Apparently it was trying to tell me that I was going to be late if I didn't get up…well…now. I slid off my bed in a rush, and tripped over a flip flop that was lying carelessly in the middle of my floor. After pushing myself up off the hardwood, I threw the offending shoe at my wall and growled in annoyance. I scrambled to a standing position and flung my door open, heading for the bathroom. As soon as I was within two feet of my goal, Mark came running out of his room, and into the bathroom. "Mark!" I yelled, stumbling to the now closed door. "I need to get in there! I'm going to be late!" I pounded on the door with my fists, trying to get him to open up.
"Too bad. You should've gotten up with your alarm!" he retorted. I was about the reply when a thought hit me.
"You heard my alarm going off and didn't wake me up?"
"Not my job." He gurgled through what I could only guess was a mouthful of toothpaste foam. I once again growled in annoyance. What was with the world these days?
"Well can you at least give me a ride to school?" I mumbled through the door.
"Nope, I'm not going to be late too." He swung the door open and walked past me down the stairs.
"You're such an ass!" I yelled at his retreating form. "Not that you don't already know that…" I muttered, as I closed the door.
* * * * *
I quickly walked down the street, clutching my backpack closer, not wanting to be mugged and late for school. I rounded another corner, and heard a car engine coming up behind me. Please dive past me, don't whistle, just drive. I could hear it slowing down and I cursed softly. I turned and it was none other than Jack O'Neill. Why couldn't he have just kept driving?
"Need a ride? I'm late too." He leaned across the seat of his very nice 1969 Mustang convertible.
"Um…You don't have to. I don't want to inconvenience you." I smiled politely, and hoped he would just leave already.
"I wouldn't have offered if I thought you'd inconvenience me." He grinned and motioned for me to get in. I sighed and opened the door, sliding in beside him.
"Thanks…"
"Any time. So…I never even got your name." He deadpanned, starting to drive once again.
"Sam Carter." I looked out the window at the passing scenery, trying to keep a straight face at his antics, and also trying to keep my mind off the fact that he smelled really good.
"Sam Carter…Sam Carter…Has a nice ring to it." He beamed, looking in my direction.
"Well I'm glad that you approve." I smiled back, getting into our friendly banter, and not feeling as shy and awkward as I was.
* * * * *
We both walked into History, so obviously late, and all the heads turned towards us as we came in. Janet's eyes were twinkling mischievously, and I could already tell what she was going to say as soon as I took my seat.
"Did you ride with him?" she whispered excitedly. I turned a pretty shade of pink, and she guessed my answer. "Oh my God! Sam, you've just elevated yourself a good step above the rest of the girls in this school."
I frowned at her, not knowing what she was talking about. "Ladies, if you are quite done…" Mrs. Adams scowled at us. Janet immediately turned to face front, and I slipped down into my seat, trying, albeit unsuccessfully to get away from the amused smiles aimed in my direction. I glanced up in Jack's direction hoping he didn't make much of my delinquent moment, and he was staring at me; a half smile on his face. I glanced in Daniel's direction, to ask if he had a piece of paper I could borrow, but he was paying captivated by Mrs. Adams' speech on the civilizations of Ancient Greece and Rome. Out of nowhere, a slip of paper magically appeared on my desk, and as discreetly as I could, I opened it.
You do realize that no girl in this school has ever ridden in Jack's car, unless she was his girlfriend? Sam…::bounces happily:: you've been here for three months and you've already managed what most of us have been trying to do since middle school. ::gives mental hug:: I'm so happy for you! I can't wait until he asks you to the Winter formal!
~J*
I rolled my eyes at Janet's obvious enthusiasm, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned slightly, not wanting to alert Mrs. Adams, and I leaned in close to her ear. "You're reading too much into this situation. And can I have some paper?" I whispered. She sighed, and reached into her notebook, retrieving a couple of pieces of loose leaf, handing them back to me.
* * * * *
Oh look! The fanfiction fairy has left you all another wonderful chapter. I think you should repay her kindness with some yummyful reviews.
