Freddie
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" No mom I'm not going to wear it!" I yell pushing the horrible colored sweater towards her.
" But it brings out your eyes!" My mom complains.
" No mom! I'm sixteen! Sam's gonna make fun of me!"
" Since when have you cared about Sam's opinion?" My mom asks putting her hands on her hips. Oh god. I'm gonna admit that Sam does look hot in my eyes and that might be the slight reason why I am actually caring what she thinks about me and not just as the nerd boy behind the camera.
" Cause she, she…she burns sweater vests in her spare time. Not to mention this is my favorite one and I don't want to see be burned." I reply. She looks at me questionably. I smile stupidly.
" Fine! But don't come crawling to me when your cold!" Like that she heads out the door leaving my bedroom. I fix my blue shirt.
" I have sweatshirts in my drawers." I say mockingly. I walk out of my room and head into the living room. As I walk in, the door bell rings.
" I'll get it." I say running towards the door. I open the door. Sam stands there in all her glory. . She looks so beautiful. No, flawless. Her dress was hugging her at all her right curves. Her sweater made her lips look a bit redder.
" You look, amazing." I say catching my breath.
" Thanks." She says moving a strand of hair behind her ear. " It's thanksgiving. I thought I should dress, not me." She adds. I let her come in. I take off her sweater for her. Oh my god. It's strapless. Oh damn you hormones. I look around and my mom was putting out little appetizers around the room enough for twenty people.
" What's going on mom?" I ask.
" Everyone is going to be here in five minutes sweetie." My mom says. Sam laughs when she says sweetie. Oh mom. Wait? What?
" What do you mean by everyone?" I ask.
" Grandpa, grandma, Aunt Jennifer with her kids, Cousin Andrea, Kimberly and Brad with baby Stephanie, not to mention Ian and Barret." My mom replies then heading into the kitchen. Sam looks at me. Last time cousin Ian was here, he was flirting with her the whole time and 'tapping' her ass. She pushes me down into the mini hallway that leads to my room. She pins me to the wall.
" Why didn't you tell me that 'Ian tap my ass' is coming?" She asks evilly.
" I didn't know that my whole family was coming. I thought it would be us three." I complain.
" Well, you were wrong Benson and now the man who can tap a girl's ass two hundred times in one day is coming." Sam lets go of my arms. She messes her hands in her hair.
" I can ask him nicely not to, tap your ass." I say.
" It won't make a difference!" She moves her eyes around and looks at the hallway table. She sees the the sweater vest my mom was trying to make me wear. She picks it up.
" A turkey sweater vest?" She asks questionably. The turkeys go up and down in rows across the sweater.
" My mom made it." I argue. She raises an eyebrow. " Don't question me." I add.
" I don't question you. I question your mom." I take the sweater and throw it back on to the table. We walk back into the living room and take a seat on the couch.
The doorbell then rings. Oh dear lord.