Comedy Or Horror?
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Scary Movie or Psycho.
Sam looked up at the painting, getting lost in the swirl of water colors. "Earth to Sam, come in, Sam." Sam turned around and faced Cindy. "Sam, I have been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes. Are you all right?"
"Sorry, Cindy, I am okay. I am just a little tired. I didn't sleep too well last night."
"Why not," her friend pressed.
"I don't know, insomnia I guess," Sam lied.
"Sam, you know what, you are a horrible liar."
"Cindy, I am not..."
"Girls, girls! This is an art museum, use your indoor voices," Toby said, coming up behind them.
"Ooh, boy cooties," Cindy teased. The girls shook the arms that he had placed around there shoulders, off.
"So, is our activity leader about ready to go," Toby asked.
All of them looked ahead at Karen, who was observing a sculpture. At breakfast that morning she had been the one to announce that they were going to do something educational as well as fun. She gave them two choices. Safe to say, the art museum won out over the ballet. It took a lot of convincing on Sam's part before Cindy agreed to come along.
Sarah and Mr. Williams approached from behind. "So, is our activity leader ready to go, yet," Sarah asked the trio.
The group all smiled. Before anyone could reply, Karen approached them. "So, is everyone ready to go?"
"Hallelujah," Toby cried.
"Praise the Lord," piped Sarah.
"Happy days are here again," Mr. Williams added.
"Miracles really do happen," Sam finished.
"Very funny. Maybe my family should make up their own comedy routine."
"Karen, I like art as much as the next person. But, not six hours worth," Sarah said, patting her stepmother's back.
"Okay, I get it. Let's start heading back." Karen and her husband lead the way, Toby and Sarah were in the middle, with Sam and Cindy at the rear.
"Sam," Cindy started, quietly. "What really happened last night?"
"Nothing. Why are you so upset about something so insignificant?"
"Your being honest about last night is not the issue. This is about how you have been treating me. You are a good person, Sam. But, over the past few years I feel as if you have been pushing me away. We used to tell each other everything. Now, I feel like I hardly know you at all."
"Cindy, you know me better than anyone."
"Yeah, I know the Samantha Williams of eight years ago. I don't know who you are anymore, Sam. A friendship takes two people, and their has only been one contributing to this one over the past few years."
"Cindy, you never acted like this bothered you before. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Sam looked close to tears, with Cindy not far from them herself.
"I guess I just thought that if I ignored it, things would get better. You of all people should understand that. Sam, this friendship means a lot to me. That is why I am telling you this. Look, I think you need some time to figure yourself out. When you do, well, you have my number."
Now in the parking lot, Cindy walked ahead of her friend. As the group loaded into their vehicle Sarah looked at her sister. Even through her depression Sam could see the concern in Sarah's eyes. She did her best to ignore it as the family pulled out of the parking lot.
"Mom, I am going for a walk."
"Honey, that's a great idea. Take Toby and Sarah along with you. You should all go down to the video store and pick up a movie. It will be like old times, dinner and a movie night."
Sam groaned inwardly, not wanting to draw attention to herself, she agreed. Sarah, Toby, and Sam headed out toward the video store that was less than a mile away. The group was silent for a while, when Sarah broke it.
"Sam, how are things going with you and Cindy," she asked carefully.
"Just peachy," Sam replied, distantly.
"Samantha,"
Sensing an argument about to break out, Toby said, "Guys, what kind of movie do you want to watch tonight?"
"Comedy," Sarah replied. "Horror," Sam said at the same time.
"Well, we will just rent Scary Movie," Toby said, with a grin.
They entered Peterson's Video store. A family owned store that had been around since Sarah could remember.
"Hi, Mr. Peterson," the trio said in unison.
"Hi kids," the kindly man replied. The elderly man nodded at them and brought his attention back to his magazine.
After a lot of bickering they all decided onthe movie, Psycho. After paying for the movie and inquiring about Mrs. Peterson,the trio left.
As they approached home the group's mood was very melancholy. It was amazing how one person's mood could affect everyone else. Sam, who had been fighting off severe depression since her fight with Cindy that morning, finally spoke.
"Guys, have you ever wished you could change a single moment in your life, knowing it could alter it for the better."
"Yes," they both replied in unison.
They all looked at each other. Nothing further was said as they approached the home they had all been raised in.
Author's Note: Okay, that is the end of this chapter, sorry it is so short. In the next one Sam and Jareth finally meet. That ought to be interesting, huh. I should have it posted within a couple of days.
A big thank you to Nyllewell and Ripper101 for their reviews.