I gots another update for youuuuu!
Okay, anyways. Another new chapter until Something Happens.
I don't mean to sound bitter, promise. Just delighted that this story is simple to write and the original movie had nothing deep or philosophical to it. (I could be wrong. change my view.)
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10 YEARS EARLIER
Malibu University Gym
Samantha Simpson had her hands clasped together as she stretched to the right.
Tim sprinted through the front lawn of Mali-U with his gym bag hoisted over his shoulder.
She dropped to the floor for toe touches to stretch out the hamstrings.
Tim waved flirtatiously to the cheerleaders and blew them kisses.
Finally, Sam tightened her shoelaces.
By this time, Tim had busted through the gym doors.
Sam dramatically turned her head. The short bob cut dramatically swished as well.
"Late again," she blew hair from her lips.
"Eh, I didn't feel like playing today," Tim excused.
"Don't feel like playing today, or are you scared?" Sam challenged as she cradled the basketball against her stomach.
"Hey, Tim Scam isn't afraid of anything." His nervous face betrayed the statement.
"tIm sCaM IsN't AfrAid oF aNyThing," she mocked. "Yeah," he added, glancing around the gym.
"Pfft," Sam scoffed. "But Tim Scam still loses to Sam Simpson in basketball quite frequently."
"No, not frequently, only sometimes," Tim hastily corrected. He had a reputation to preserve, after all.
"No, it's more like all the time," Sam challenged again.
"Whew," Tim whistled as he dodged the basketball near Sam's face to snap her out of her delusion. "We will see."
"Hah," as Sam puffed out her chest in front of his face while slicking her hair back. This time, she snapped Tim out of his delusion. "We will see," she repeated.
The basketball got tossed into the air.
Sam caught it first and dribbled down the court. Tim chased after her and tried to block her from behind. She effectively raised her free arm to prevent Tim from reaching over and stealing the ball.
Sam ran down the court to dunk the ball into the basket, only to be shoved aside by her friend to steal the ball and dunk it into the net.
"YAAHOOOO!" Tim yelled. He was so blinded by the competition, he failed to notice the basketball was slung through Sam's side of the court.
Instead of being elated, Sam wiped the sweat off her brow in anger. "Hmph!" And she stomped off.
Round two began with Tim bouncing the ball. With his free hand, he motioned Sam to take the ball as a challenge. She surrounded him with her arms open. "Come on, come on, come on," he jeered.
"Wooooahhh," Sam mocked. She wasn't scared of his dare!
They chased each other down the court, with Tim dodging Sam.
He had a lead, running near the net, ball dribbling in excitement. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Tim sang as he turned in a circle. Thinking quickly, Sam grabbed the ball and began running to her side of the court.
"Huh? Oh no!" Tim groaned when he realized he was no longer bouncing a basketball.
Sam whistled a tune as she held the ball.
"What a tease," Tim thought scornfully.
She spun the ball on her index finger before tossing it over.
Sam dribbled the ball this time. Tim surrounded her as an attempt to take the shot. Unfortunately, he was overtaken by Sam within seconds. She snatched the ball, ran down the court, and…
"YEAH!" Sam cheered. "Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do," she sang while flapping her arms like a chicken. Tim scrunched his eyebrows in anger. "Youuuuuu, kheeeee," he threatened by motioning a slit across his throat.
"You give up?" Sam mollycoddled. She saw Tim taking a five. Sweat dripped down his face to his chest as it heaved in heavy breathing.
"Nah," Tim replied. He cracked his knuckles and twisted his torso. "I'm ready for another round!" he yelled.
"Okay, then," Sam tossed the ball up this time. She caught it again, sprinted through the court, and was just about to jump up to the net, when -
Tim cut her off by sticking his leg out to make her trip and release the ball.
"Oof!" Sam fell to the gym floor. She watched in horror as Tim made a slam dunk into the net, hang off the rim as the ball rolled on his thighs, tip over his kneecaps, and bounce back onto the floor.
"Unh!" Sam wrung out her head as sweat flung around her.
"Ah!" Tim shook his head with relief that created a thunderstorm for the dirt on the ground with his perspiration.
"Just admit that you can't play basketball instead of cheating!" Sam called him out.
"Hey, don't call me a cheater," Tim warned.
"Cheater, cheater, cheater!" Sam continued. Her eyes were laser beams.
"Samantha, I told you to not call me a cheater," Tim was losing patience. Mostly because he only wanted to admit winning the game even though tripping someone over was an illegal move.
"Tim is a cheater! Tim is a cheater! Tim is a cheater!" Sam sang as Tim walked over to her. Despite his steely glare, she continued the singing: "Tim is a cheater! Tim is a cheater!"
"Samantha!"
"CHEATER!" she yelled. Her and Tim stood nose to nose with their eyes wide.
In a swift motion, Tim spun Sam around with her left arm pinned tight to the back. He purposely stretched the arm backwards, emitting a yell from her.
"AAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed.
"Hey, stop screaming! You sound like a girl!" Tim complained. He plugged his finger into his ear before the eardrum banged itself deaf.
"Hey, don't call me a girl," Sam pouted.
"Oh, right. Cause you're not a girl!" Tim spun her back to face him.
"At least I'm not those stupid girls whom you chase after," Sam pointed out.
"Oh ho, ho, ho, excusez-moi, I don't chase after stupid girls, they chase after me," Tim corrected proudly.
"Ohhh, wOoOoOw! LoOk aT tIm, he's So sWeEt. hE's sO HaNdSoMe IsN't hE?" Sam lightly ruffled his hair, to which Tim pushed back again. He had a proud expression on his face of being called 'sweet' and 'handsome.'
"And you're a little less handsome. Your mustache isn't big enough," Tim teased.
"Oh ho, very funny," Sam retorted. "Is that a joke?"
"Yeah so?"
"I don't like jokes."
"I don't like youuuuuu."
"HMPH!" They marched off in opposite directions.
A second later, they were nose to nose again.
"SHUT UUUUP!" They screamed at each other and finally strode off in their respective paths.
"Tim and Sam got into another fight," announced the school's DJ.
"Tim and Sam got into another fight," a random student interrupted the lecture as he slid into a random English class.
"Tim and Sam got into another fight!" Nun 3 told Nun 2 as Nun 1 facepalmed.
"What kind of a guy is he?" Sam huffed as she crossed her legs.
"What kind of a girl is she?" Tim clapped back.
"What should I do with him?"
"What should I tell her?"
"Yes, he fights."
"Mmmm-hmmmm."
"Yeah, she irritates."
"Hey, hey."
"He harrasses me -"
" - She gets upset."
"He's crazy!"
"She's crazy!"
"But, he's your best friend, dude!" one male student reminded Sam.
"But she's your best friend, dude!" a female student reminded Tim.
The crowd chased after Tim as he ran back to the gym.
The crowd chased after Sam as she ran back to the gym.
The two best friends of Malibu University reunited in the gym with the students cheering them on.
Sam and Tim exchanged their exclusive handshake: thumb to thumb and pinky to pinky formed into a formal handshake before flicking their noses.
The students let out a deafening YEEEAAAHHH! when Sam and Tim shared an apology hug.
On the lawn, students sat in cliques finishing their homework, gossiping, and goofing around. Two particular goofballs were sitting together doing their homework. Only one goofball actually wanted to focus on theirs, while the other got distracted by the attractiveness of the next student that walked past them.
"Heeeyyyy," Tim drawled, pushing his round sunglasses down to get a better look. He was about to get up and chase after the pretty brunette, but was yanked back to the ground.
"Hey, we need to finish this!" Sam tugged at the end of his shirt and flopped Tim back on the grass. She slammed her Mead 5 subject notebook on his chest for emphasis.
"Unh," Tim grunted from the pressure.
In the evening, students gathered for a soccer match against Riptide State. Sam was sitting next to the class nerd, enjoying a Pepsi through a long straw attached to the nerd's hat.
"Um, hello?" Sam spat when Tim cut in between them. He flicked the straw out of Sam's mouth, making soda splatter over her bare arm. The nerd quivered in fear, though not because Tim had the intention of beating him up.
More because he was enjoying having a popular girl like Sam near him.
She shoved Tim over to the other side. The nerd was happy.
"Pfft. Ah yeah?" Tim flexed his bicep, showing off all the mini biceps. The nerd was nervous.
"Don't worry," Sam reassured her classmate. She flexed her bicep, too. The nerd flushed red.
Tim chuckled in amusement at her attempt to upstage him. His smile vanished the second Sam rested her arm on the nerd and he fainted.
After the game ended, Tim and Sam hung out on the beach. They were messing around until they tumbled onto the sand.
Against the outline of the setting yellow-orange sun, two black shadows shared a friendship handshake. Their symbol of love.
Of a strong, unbreakable bond.
Of many more years of friendships ahead of them.
Nothing could split them apart.
Mali-U Dorm
Music played in the room as the girls relaxed after a long day of classes.
A student fluffing her damp hair with a red microfiber towel walked past and tossed the item over the woman's face. She snatched the towel off in fury.
"Dear God! What is this? What kind of condition have you guys kept in this dorm room?" the woman complained.
"Hey, hey, hey! What is that mountain on your head?" she asked a student with Conair XL velcro rollers.
"These are rollers, Sister Edith," the student replied.
"tHeSe ArE rOlLeRs, sIsTer eDiTh," the nun mocked back. "All these rollers pollers won't help you get a guy, that's all I'm going to tell you."
Another girl went to sit next to Sister Edith. "Um, so how do you get a guy to like you, Sister Edith?" she pouted. She crossed her bare legs in her short golden nightgown.
Sister glanced at her and gasped. "Jesus, have you no shame?" She scurried to cover the student's exposed body parts with the towel.
The girl didn't care and tossed the cloth aside. "Tell us, please," the student begged. Behind the nun's back, she signaled all the girls to gather around.
"Tell us, please," they simultaneously begged.
Edith gave in to their pleas. "Alright then." The girls smiled in delight.
"Guys like girls who can charm with their pretty looks," Edith motioned with her hand.
"Huuuhhhh," the girls sighed and copied the hand movement.
"They also go after girls who can move it," and Edith thrusted her hip to the right and the girls followed suit.
"Aaaaaand?" the students tried to prod more out of the woman.
Of course, Edith wasn't completely stupid. She heard the voices of more than one girl sighing and responding to her advice.
The nun spun around and glared at the young women who burst out laughing.
"I've told you enough!" she scolded them. "And what kind of clothes are you girls wearing?"
A basketball bounced off the nun's head.
"Dear God, Samantha. What is this? And what are you wearing?" Edith glanced up and down Sam's Adidas sweatshirt and pants.
"Edith, these are cool clothes," Sam explained.
"Cool? My child, if you want to get a guy, then you'd have to -,"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I hear you daily. But, guess what? I won at basketball today over Tim!"
"Tim Scam?! Keep that name away from your lips. He's bad news. You never know, you could fall in love with him!" Edith warned.
"In love? With Tim? Ewwwww! That's never gonna happen," Sam shivered.
"You never know," Edith poked her in the shoulder.
"We're just friends," Sam protested.
"Yeah, yeah, I know about the whole friends thing. Here, some chocolate. Don't tell anyone," Edith handed over a red bag of Lindt chocolate.
"Awwww! Thanks so much, Edith!" Sam squealed and grabbed Edith by the neck from behind.
"Stop it. Let me go, Samantha!" The redhead kissed the nun on the cheek.
Mali-U - Friendship Day
"Happy Friendship Day, everybody!" The DJ announced over the radio. Students chatted around the campus as they got ready for their morning classes.
A row of cheerleaders sat on the ledge, minding their own business. They immediately crossed their legs in a chain reaction.
A balding man slammed himself against the ledge in anger.
"How many times have I told you girls not to wear short skirts?!" he yelled.
"Ah, good morning, boys!" a female voice greeted the group of men.
"Good morning, Miss Yolanda," the men greeted back.
"Love the color," the instructor lightly touched the orange button down shirt.
"Ayyyeee," the boys were delighted to receive such a compliment from Miss Yolanda.
"Oh," she accidentally bumped shoulders with a balding man standing in her way. He paused in the middle of his rambling to approach the newcomer.
"I said, no short skirts," the stern voice scolded.
Miss Yolanda, ah-hah.
"Ah, Miss Yolanda," the man recognized once the woman had turned around.
"Mr. Fitzgerald," Miss Yolanda stated.
"Ah, yes. Ahem. As I've been lecturing, there will be no short clothes."
"But, Mr. Fitzgerald, this is the fashion these days," Miss Yolanda pouted.
"Um, well, it's mostly for the young people," Mr. Fitzgerald fidgeted.
"Are you trying to imply that I'm not young, Fitzgerald? Hm?" She challenged him.
"Nooooo, no. You are very…young-eee, young-jee," Mr. Fitzgerald complimented flirtatiously.
"You know, you wear boring attire," Miss Yolanda pointed out.
"Erm, I suppose. I used to wear more attractive options. Meh, unfortunately after Mrs. Fitzgerald's death, I haven't been as optimistic about what to put on in the mornings, anymore."
"I can fix that," Miss Yolanda was hoping her crush would get the hint.
"How?"
Perhaps not.
She hugged her book closer to her chest. The male principal noted how she stroked the top of the book with a sly smirk on her pretty face.
"Miss Yolanda," she pointed at herself.
The man nodded.
"Mr. Fitzgerald," her smile grew wider as she pointed to him.
"Uh-huh," the man nodded eagerly. He was catching on!
"Mrs. Fitzgerald," the woman peeked at his face and to her delight, he was overtaken with joy!
"Ah?" he pointed at her.
She nodded.
"Eh?" He pointed at himself.
She nodded eagerly.
"Ding, ding, ding?"
"Toodle-oooh!" Miss Yolanda laughed as she departed for class.
Mr. Fitzgerald continued his little dance. He failed to notice the girl in the baseball cap sitting behind him.
"HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!" She yelled into his ear.
The principal was startled at first, then realized who the voice belonged to.
"Ahh, my darling Samantha!" He pinched her cheeks in adoration.
"What are you doing here and what's with the scare?"
"Aw, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to give you this," and she held up a bracelet in honor of the special day.
Mr. Fitzgerald held out his wrist to accept the gift.
"So, I noticed you were looking very happy today, sir. Is there anything special going on?" Sam asked innocently.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"N-no, I mean, you appeared to be jolly just now. I was wanting to ask in a general manner, if that's alright."
"Ahhh, no problem, no problem. You see, today my daughter is coming back from Massachusetts!"
announced the principal.
"Really? Your daughter?"
"Yes! Skylar! She's transferring from Harvard!"
"Harvard University? Wow!" Sam marveled.
Mr. Fitzgerald did indeed have a glow on his face.
"Yeah, I was speaking with her on the final parts of her education. I wanted her to be here in California until she graduates. I only sent her to Boston to learn a different part of America. However, ever since her mother's demise, I felt it best if Skylar stayed close to me."
The principal gazed at his pupil.
"I also trust you will look after her, won't you, Samantha? You are, after all, my favorite student!"
"Yes sir!" Sam saluted.
"Thank you. I appreciate your kindness. Now, I must get going."
The principal left and Sam pondered a bit about their conversation. Though, she couldn't help but overhear some girls nearby who were talking excitedly.
"Where did you get that?"
"You won't believe it, but Tim gave me this! He said I was one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen! I think he wants us to be friends!" She sounded beyond elated.
On the other hand, Sam silently thanked the girl, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and set off to search for the Romeo of Mali-U.
Rrrrriiiinggg
Students flitted about to their next class.
Among the people on the stairs, a little couple was professing their love for each other.
"Oh, Tim," the girl moaned.
"Oh, Dacey," Tim moaned back.
Anyone who unfortunately heard their love talk was bound to be relapsed to their horrible memory of reading some badly written fanfiction.
"Oh, Tim," Dacey pulled back to stare into his blue-green eyes.
"Oh, Stacey," Tim echoed.
"My name is Dacey!" she snapped.
"Oh boy," Tim inwardly groaned. He silently thanked whichever deities listening that the term 'if looks could kill' wasn't a reality.
Cause Dacey would be in prison at this point.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "You see, Dacey, your eyes; they are so beautiful, I got lost in them and ended up forgetting your name."
"Really?" Dacey sounded like she forgave him.
"Really," Tim confirmed.
"Oh, Tim," she went back to cuddling him.
"Oh, Dacey," Tim wrapped his strong arms around her.
Sam cocked an eyebrow when she caught the lovebirds on the staircase. Her emerald eyes immediately flitted to the strands of friendship bracelets sticking out of Tim's Levi jeans. She smirked as she carefully pried the bands out of his back pocket.
"Oh, Tiii-III-iiim," she sang while dangling the wristlets in front of the duo.
Dacey was the first to look at Sam. Tim's mind began scrambling around for a logical explanation.
Too bad there weren't any.
"Caught you!" Sam jeered.
"You liar!" Dacey glared icily at Tim. His throat became more parched than a nomad in the Sahara.
"You cheat!" She spun on her heel and stormed to her class.
"St-St-St-Stacey! No, wait. M-Ma-Ma-Macey! Ugh, what's her name?"
"Dacey," Sam corrected as she handed over the charms.
"Go away," Tim pushed her arm off his shoulder. "You just made me waste half an hour."
"Do you have any shame? Going after these stupid girls -" Sam began but stopped when Tim held up his hand.
She held up her own hand. "I know, I know. Those dumb girls go after you, not the other way around. But still, can't you find anyone who's not only beautiful but also has some wits?"
Tim grabbed his friend around the shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "Like who?" He challenged.
Yeah, that is a good question. Who will be the ideal girl in Tim's eyes and Sam's standards? It's pretty obvious as to which friend has the better priorities here.
Don't get your hopes up just yet if you theorize that Sam is going to be getting the better end of the stick. There is a reason why the title is called 'Something Happens', and boy do some things sure happen.
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Precila