Once we arrived in the familiar Amity Park, I was relieved. I wanted to see Sam, and see familiar things, instead of being in a car for hours in places I don't know of. We drove by our house though, and things sunk inside me. I wasn't going there in a long time probably.
"Ok, we are stopping here, so that you can pack up some things," Jazz said, as we headed into our house.
"All right."
When I had gotten into the house though, it made me remember things. When I walked by the stairways, I put my hand out and touched the railings, and remembered running down the stairs to see my parents working in the lab, or to see my dad fishing in the ghost zone. All though it wasn't that long ago that these things were happening, I knew they weren't happening again, and I came back to the real world when I saw one of my tears splash onto one of the steps.
I walked up to my room, and sat down on my bed for a while, remembering when I was really little, and my mom would come into my room and tuck me into bed. Even now, she would still peek her head in the door to say good night, and that was all gone now.
I got up though, and looked at the stuff in my room. I already had cloths packed from the trip, so I guess Jazz just wanted to make sure I had everything I wanted. I looked at a picture of Jazz, Mom, Dad, and I, and I picked it up and examined it. There wasn't going to be anymore goofy dad, or my mom trying her hardest to find out what was up with me lately. Now I wished I had told them, because they died without knowing about why I was the way I was.
"Danny, are you Ok?" That made me jump, and I looked up at Jazz standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, I am done, I don't need anything. I packed everything for the trip pretty much."
"Ok, if you are sure," she said, and she put her hand on my shoulder, and led me out of the house. Once we got out to the car, I knew it would only be about 2 minutes to Sam's house, and then I wasn't going to be with my sister as much either.
"Jazz, we will still see each other, right?"
"Yeah, we will. This isn't a permanent thing. Sometime they will have to find a relative that will take us, and then we will move in with them."
"I don't want to move from this town though."
"Well, if we have to, we have to Danny, I don't know what to say."
I didn't say anything else. I thought it couldn't get any worse than this, but it could. I could get stuck with a relative I don't even know, and then I would have to move away from my two best friends in the whole world. We pulled up to Sam's house, and Sam must have been waiting, because she ran out of the door, and gave me a hug as soon as I got out of the car.
"I'll be going now," Jazz said, and I waved bye to her, and turned my attention towards Sam.
"Danny, I am so sorry for what happened!"
"Thanks, but it wasn't your fault."
Sam and I walked into her house, and it seemed quiet.
"Is anyone here Sam?"
"No, my parents had to leave for something, but they should be back in about two hours."
"Ah." Sam had parents, and it was going to feel out of place, staying here for who knows how long. I needed to try and enjoy every part of it, because I might soon loose her, but I wasn't going to let her know that until I knew for sure. I didn't need to ruin things for her too.
"Here, I will show you your room," she told me, and led me up the stairs. She had to have had at least 5 bedrooms in this house, but none of them were used for anything. She led me to the bedroom I was used to seeing, because it was right next to hers, and you could see it when you walked by to get to hers. The room was colored in blue, and white. It was an off room from the rest of their house, because most of the house was dark colors. The room had a bay window in it, which the window frame and the seat in the window were blue. Sam had one in her room too, and I remember that she could see my room from it, and we would sit up there, and although we couldn't really communicate, we tried too, and we would laugh when trying to understand what each other was saying. The bed in the room had blue bedspread, and it was all matching, and the bed frame was made of mahogany. There was also a flat screen TV, and a lighter shade of blue, couch, that was sitting in front of it. There was also a black Stereo sitting on a dresser, and there was an empty closet in the room also. That was all, but it was much better than my room.
I just dropped my bag on the floor, and waited for what Sam wanted to do next. Usually, I was so excited to come over to her house, but this time though, it didn't seem as special. It didn't seem the same, maybe because I knew I would be here with her everyday, and she would probably end up seeming more like a sister than a friend. I didn't know yet though, but for some reason, I just had a feeling things would start to get boring being here, and I would be ready to return home. There was no home to return to, this was my home now. I could have always chosen Tucker, but I felt more comfortable around Sam, and Tucker had such a small house, I would have to share a room with him.
"So…" Sam asked, after we just stood there for a while.
"What?"
"I don't know, do you want to be left alone, or do you want to do something?"
I did want to be left alone, but then that would seem mean to Sam, who was just trying to help me. Normally, I would have been staring at Sam like I did when I was around her, since I had a crush on her, but this time it was different. This time, I just wanted some time to think, but I didn't want to be mean to her.
"We can do something if you want."
"How about we just talk? You don't sound all that happy Danny, and when you aren't happy, I'm not either. Maybe if you just talk about it, you will feel better."
"No, I don't want to talk about it. We can talk, but not about that."
"Ok, we don't have to, it was just a suggestion."
"I know it was Sam. I am sorry if I am sounding odd, but…"
"I know Danny, I know. You don't feel good, I feels weird to be staying at your friends house, and you are afraid that things are going to turn out good, but I think that things will turn out good," she smiled, trying to make me feel happier. She reached over, and hugged me again, and then looked at me and told me, "I promise you, things will turn out just fine," and then she pulled away.
I wanted to believe what she said, but so far, it didn't seem to be turning out that way. Right now it wasn't to weird, but once I had to start living in her home, things were probably going to get weird. Right now I guess the best I could do was pretend I was just spending the night, and wait until I had been here a while before I started to think about it. Right now, I should just stop thinking about the accident, and try to pretend as though it was just a normal day at Sam's house.
"Ok Sam, lets just go do things we would have normally done," I suggested, so that I could try to get the bad things out of my mind, and put the good things in.
"Ok, like what?"
"I'm not sure…"
"You wanna go see a movie?"
"Sure."
That wasn't a thing we did all the time, and this time it was just the two of us, and no Tucker there, which was going to be weird. It was going to be more like a date, but that was fine by me.
Ok, that one was a little short, still almost 2 pages though… but thought that would be a good place to leave u at! Ok, 5 reviews please, I know there are 8 people reading it at least! Heehee, I am happy to have that much fans! Anyhow, I will update as soon as I get at least 5 reviews! Hope u liked this part!
