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Chapter Ten:
Sam stood there for a minute, she was franticly trying to think of something to say.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked eying him.
"I just came by to apologize to you, I really wasn't nice to you today."
She stepped aside and let him in, she checked out his ass on the way by. She followed him over to the couch, and they both sat down.
"It's fine, really." she said scratching.
"I'm not sure you're supposed to be doing that, doesn't that make it spread?" Mikey said staring at her arm.
"It does spread, it just feels so good to scratch."
"Shouldn't you be putting something on it?"
"It's in the bathroom, but it doesn't help."
"Well stop scratching, it's getting all red and gross." he said swatting her hand.
"Are you allergic?" she asked stopping.
"I'm not sure, I don't think so."
Sam got up, and stood over by the doorway leading into the kitchen.
"Then we shouldn't be sitting so close, believe me you don't want this."
"I'm a big boy, I can handle a little itch."
"It's anything but little, it's constantly itchy."
"I'll take my chances." he said patting the seat next to him.
Sam slowly walked over to him and sat down, she was sure to keep her distance. She flipped on the tv and they started watching it, after a while they were right next to each other. Sam had her head on his chest, and his head was leaning back.
It didn't take long for them to fall asleep, it was pretty restful until Mikey woke up scratching. He didn't want to wake Sam up, but it was just so itchy. He tried just sliding over, her head hit the couch and she woke up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked rubbing her eyes.
"Nothing, I just got an itch." he said reaching down and scratching his arm.
Sam looked down, and her eyes went wide.
"That's not just an itch, that's poison ivy my friend." Sam said trying not to laugh. "Not allergic huh? How's the itch? Little?"
"Shut up, how do you deal with this?" he said getting an intent look on his face as he continued scratching.
Sam grabbed him by the other arm and dragged him into the bathroom, she quietly chuckled to herself.
She walked over to the counter and grabbed the pink bottle, she put some on a cotton ball and rubbed it over the spot.
"Damn, that's cold." he said wincing.
"It'll help some, but it wont take the whole itch." she said finishing up.
She reached behind him to put the bottle back on the counter, she stayed there for a minute. Damn he smelled good, she quickly regained her composer.
"Now try not to scratch, and you should only have that little spot." she said grabbing his hand. "I said don't scratch."
"I don't know how you deal with this, I think I might go crazy." he said putting his hands in his pockets.
"You're lucky, at least you don't have it on you're ass."
"That must suck, I can't imagine."
"Good, you shouldn't be imagining my ass."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know, I just couldn't resist." she said shrugging.
They left the bathroom and sat back down on the couch, they were both trying so hard not to scratch. Sam looked down at her watch, and she quickly jumped back up.
"You've gotta get going." she said grabbing his arms and leading him to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Why the rush?" he asked laughing.
"My mom will be home any minute, I don't want her to see you here."
"Alright I'm going, don't push." he said smiling.
"Sorry." she put her hands in her pockets and looked down.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, she didn't pull back. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later, she was glad it happened sooner though.
They pulled apart and he left, she stood there for a second. She saw a car coming up the street and quickly shut the door, she ran into her room and closed the door.
She heard her mother come in, it sounded like she had a friend. Soon enough her bed room door slammed and she heard giggling, she really didn't like having her room right there.
She tried blocking out the noise, it just wasn't working. She started thinking about school, she wasn't sure she was going. Then she started thinking about Mikey, she thought it was funny that she spread it to him.
She wasn't sure what she wanted to do about him, she liked him but she'd said that she wasn't in love. She honestly wasn't sure, maybe she was. What could she compare it too? Her mother was a bitch. Her father was an asshole. Her brother was the only family she had.
She layed there scratching until 3 in the morning, when sleep finally took over. Her only problem was it wasn't restful, she kept waking up. She tried thinking of a reason, but she couldn't think of any. A little bit after 4:30 she finally fell asleep, this time she didn't keep waking up.
Chapter Ten:
Sam stood there for a minute, she was franticly trying to think of something to say.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked eying him.
"I just came by to apologize to you, I really wasn't nice to you today."
She stepped aside and let him in, she checked out his ass on the way by. She followed him over to the couch, and they both sat down.
"It's fine, really." she said scratching.
"I'm not sure you're supposed to be doing that, doesn't that make it spread?" Mikey said staring at her arm.
"It does spread, it just feels so good to scratch."
"Shouldn't you be putting something on it?"
"It's in the bathroom, but it doesn't help."
"Well stop scratching, it's getting all red and gross." he said swatting her hand.
"Are you allergic?" she asked stopping.
"I'm not sure, I don't think so."
Sam got up, and stood over by the doorway leading into the kitchen.
"Then we shouldn't be sitting so close, believe me you don't want this."
"I'm a big boy, I can handle a little itch."
"It's anything but little, it's constantly itchy."
"I'll take my chances." he said patting the seat next to him.
Sam slowly walked over to him and sat down, she was sure to keep her distance. She flipped on the tv and they started watching it, after a while they were right next to each other. Sam had her head on his chest, and his head was leaning back.
It didn't take long for them to fall asleep, it was pretty restful until Mikey woke up scratching. He didn't want to wake Sam up, but it was just so itchy. He tried just sliding over, her head hit the couch and she woke up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked rubbing her eyes.
"Nothing, I just got an itch." he said reaching down and scratching his arm.
Sam looked down, and her eyes went wide.
"That's not just an itch, that's poison ivy my friend." Sam said trying not to laugh. "Not allergic huh? How's the itch? Little?"
"Shut up, how do you deal with this?" he said getting an intent look on his face as he continued scratching.
Sam grabbed him by the other arm and dragged him into the bathroom, she quietly chuckled to herself.
She walked over to the counter and grabbed the pink bottle, she put some on a cotton ball and rubbed it over the spot.
"Damn, that's cold." he said wincing.
"It'll help some, but it wont take the whole itch." she said finishing up.
She reached behind him to put the bottle back on the counter, she stayed there for a minute. Damn he smelled good, she quickly regained her composer.
"Now try not to scratch, and you should only have that little spot." she said grabbing his hand. "I said don't scratch."
"I don't know how you deal with this, I think I might go crazy." he said putting his hands in his pockets.
"You're lucky, at least you don't have it on you're ass."
"That must suck, I can't imagine."
"Good, you shouldn't be imagining my ass."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know, I just couldn't resist." she said shrugging.
They left the bathroom and sat back down on the couch, they were both trying so hard not to scratch. Sam looked down at her watch, and she quickly jumped back up.
"You've gotta get going." she said grabbing his arms and leading him to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Why the rush?" he asked laughing.
"My mom will be home any minute, I don't want her to see you here."
"Alright I'm going, don't push." he said smiling.
"Sorry." she put her hands in her pockets and looked down.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, she didn't pull back. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later, she was glad it happened sooner though.
They pulled apart and he left, she stood there for a second. She saw a car coming up the street and quickly shut the door, she ran into her room and closed the door.
She heard her mother come in, it sounded like she had a friend. Soon enough her bed room door slammed and she heard giggling, she really didn't like having her room right there.
She tried blocking out the noise, it just wasn't working. She started thinking about school, she wasn't sure she was going. Then she started thinking about Mikey, she thought it was funny that she spread it to him.
She wasn't sure what she wanted to do about him, she liked him but she'd said that she wasn't in love. She honestly wasn't sure, maybe she was. What could she compare it too? Her mother was a bitch. Her father was an asshole. Her brother was the only family she had.
She layed there scratching until 3 in the morning, when sleep finally took over. Her only problem was it wasn't restful, she kept waking up. She tried thinking of a reason, but she couldn't think of any. A little bit after 4:30 she finally fell asleep, this time she didn't keep waking up.