Me: Sorry I didn't update sooner, I'm sick with Strep Throat (kinda) and so, I really wanna put in Sam's POV before I die (seriously).
Chapter 2
(Sam's POV)
My life officially sucks.
Ever since I left ChewandSwallow ("For your own good" as my stupid boss would say) for my idiotic job as a weather woman, I've been a wreck. It's fall now, and it's been a couple of months after I left Flint. Believe it or not, he actually got a real cell phone (thank god, 'cause he took losing his homemade one really hard), but made some "minor" adjustments. It still has the, um, well, the body of a regular cell phone, but it has a weird antenna and it can get stuff from his big computer and lab and crap like that. Jeez.
Anyways, when Manny and I left, it was a really long journey because we got caught in a big storm, and man, I'm telling you, those sea storms are NOT a joke. Whatever, and when we got back to New York, we felt like absolute crud. I was totally drenched, cold, and shivering when I arrived at my house. It's a cozy little three-story brick house with a big backyard, privacy, and a heated pool. I walked straight into my shower, and took a really, really, REALLY long, hot shower and wrapped up in my dark fuchsia robe. I made a cup of hot cocoa and sat down in the den. I turned on my plasma screen TV (if you're wondering how I could afford all this, my mother and father left behind a big fortune of diamonds to me) and snuggled into my black loveseat.
Then the phone rang.
I nearly jumped through the roof, remembering how loud my phone was, and grabbed it. I swear, my eyes became spotlights or something when I read the caller ID.
It was Flint.
I shrieked in happiness and pushed 'on'.
"Hi Flint!"
"Hey, Sammy!" I rolled my eyes but smiled.
"Flint, you know I don't like being called that," I laughed and muted the TV.
"Sure, sure. How was the ride back?"
I groaned. "Ugh, you wouldn't BELIEVE it! Gosh, I bet you if Manny hadn't had been there, I swear I would've got tossed over board!"
I could almost see him flinch through the phone. "Are you Ok? How bad was the storm?"
"How'd you know it was a storm? I didn't tell you."
"Lucky guess. Seriously though, are you Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You should be worrying about Manny though. He had to drive through the whole thing without a break. Poor guy." I shook my head sadly.
"Is he gonna be Ok? Oh, and when you see him again, can you tell him I said thanks?"
"Yes, and Ok. How's Steve?" He laughed.
"Awesome. He's been trying to eat some leftover gummy bears, and let me tell you, that's NOT going well. I know he really misses you, Sam. I miss you even more."
"Aww. I miss you too, Flint. How's your dad?"
"He's Ok. I think he's sad your gone because you were a lot like Mom." Something rustled on the other end, and I guessed he was shrugging.
"Really? Oh gosh, I feel so guilty. Tell him that we'll always be in his heart, Ok?" I looked at the clock. It was 11:46. "Listen, Flint. I have to go to work at 7:30, so I should be heading to bed right about now."
"Oh." He sounded hurt. I frowned.
"Aww, c'mon Flint, please don't be sad. I'll call you when I get home from work, Ok?"
"Sure, sure. Um, Sam?"
"Yeah?" I was confused. What the heck was he going to tell me?
"I...er...um, nevermind. I miss you."
"Ok?" What was that all about. "Bye-bye, Flint."
"Bye, Sam." And he hung up. I sighed. He was keeping something important from me, and I was going to find out, one way or another. I yawned and clicked off the TV, shut the blinds and walked sleepily to my bedroom. I crawled into the king-sized bed and fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Gah!" I screamed and slammed my fist down on my black and purple alarm clock. It shut off and seemed to glare at me. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the digital red numbers.
7:06.
"Oh no! I'm going to be late!" I cried and got tangled in my sheets. After ripping myself free, I quickly shoved on some clothes and raked a brush through my hair before glancing at myself in the mirror. Since I got contacts, the world has been clearer, but Flint still liked me better with glasses. I sighed and gently pulled out my jell-o scrunchie and rested it on my pillow. I brushed my teeth, ran down to the garage, climbed into my black Mercedes(don't tell anyone, but I REALLY like the color black) and drove off. I popped in my Shania Twain CD and turned to Honey I'm Home.
The car won't start-it's falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My pantyline shows-got a run in my hose
My hair went flat-man, I hate that
The car won't start-it's falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My pantyline shows-got a run in my hose
My hair went flat-man, I hate that
I smiled and sang along with the lyrics as I turned onto Broadway. A blue BMW was behind me.
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse
I realized I forgot my purse
With all this stress-I must confess
This could be worse than PMS
I laughed when she sang that. Some days, stress could be worse than PMS. Funny.
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
Honey, I'm on my way
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
"Yeah, I know how that feels," I grumbled as I veered onto Sunset.
Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
I need to relax and watch TV
Get off the phone-give the dog a bone
Hey! Hey! Honey, I'm home!
I took a quick peek in the rearview mirror. The blue BMW was still following me. Weird. I thought but shrugged it off. I was just being paranoid. Right? As I pulled into the parking lot of News Channel 10, I cut off the radio and turned off my car. The same blue BMW pulled into the parking lot along with me, and boy, you don't know how much I was sweating. Even my mascara was running. I took about ten deep breaths and hopped out the car. The BMW pulled into a spot about 7 spaces away from mine. If I hurried, I could get to the door before whoever was in that car got out. I prayed silently that I wore my black Converse high-tops today as I ran. I didn't bother to look back as I entered, but I froze.
My snobby, evil archenemy from high school, Sandra, was talking to the receptionist, Terry.
"So, anyways, I said to him, "Well, why don't you eat it?" and he was all like, "No way, it smells like Gary!" Then they busted up while I walked past them, hoping to go unnoticed, but of course, God hates me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Sammy? Oh, you got rid of your nerdy glasses?" I turned around and smiled icily at her.
"Wow Sandra, is it just me, or did your hair get even faker?" I shot back and pressed the 'up' button on the elevator. Sandra huffed. See, she can dish it out, but she can't take it.
"Loser," she grumbled and my cell phone rang. I took it out and answered.
"Flint?" He chuckled on the other end.
"How'd you know it was me? Was it that obvious?" I laughed and smiled at Sandra.
"Yeah, it was. I missed you."
"I missed you too, Sammy. Are you at work yet?" he asked.
"Yup, just about to go."
"Hey, Sam?"
"Yes, Flint?" I mouthed 'It's my boyfriend' to Sandra. Her nostrils flared and her eyed flashed an angry red. I smiled at my handiwork. "Um, well, I...I...l-l-l-" A big boom interrupted what he was saying and I gasped.
"Flint?! Flint, can you hear me? Baby, are you Ok?!" I cried into the phone, wishing I could be there right now. Someone groaned in agony and I panicked.
"Flint! Is that you? Oh my gosh, STEVE!" I yelled into the phone and Sandra screeched, "You have 2 boyfriends?!" I was about to shake my head when some raspy voice answered the phone.
"If you ever wanna hear from your little boyfriend again, come to ChewandSwallow with 50,000 dollars by tomorrow."
"Huh? Who is this? Where's my Flint?! Hello?!" But they had already hung up. I dropped my phone and stared at the wall.
"No...no, no, no, no, no, NO! Dammit! How the hell am I supposed to come up with 50,000 dollars by tomorrow?! Shit, shit, shit, shit..." I trailed off, running out the door and to my car. I didn't bother to say 'sorry' when I plowed over Sandra. I didn't care, because right then, Flint was in danger, and I had to figure out how to get him out.
Me: Huh? You likey? A little twist in my three-shot doesn't hurt anyone, now does it? Well, I'm going to update some other stories while I eat the rest of my French toast waffles (yummy in the tummy, yo!)
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