"Wahoo!" Sam hollered as he drove down the highway in Jean's van. With music blaring, tires screeching and random people calling cops it was a great day for Sammy boy. Not only did he escape the police twice but he had found a way to get a kiss from the lovely Amara.
"This is going to be awesome." Sam declared while he jumped from the van and headed towards the front desk of the exotic pet shop.
"I'd like seven swans." He indicated with a nod of his head toward the ones outside. The manager raised an eyebrow but proceeded to gather up the requested animals and with help from other employees Sam was able to herd them all into the car.
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Amara groaned as she shuffled into her room after a long day of torturous danger room sessions. She had just collapsed on the bed when out of the corner of her left eye she spotted a single red rose and a note on her pillow. Slowly she pulled the note and rose closer moaning as she did so.
Dear Amara,
Please come outside and meet me by the pool. Bring or wear your swimsuit.
-Sam
Amara ogled the note perplexed. They had said Sam was sick today and couldn't leave his room.
"How could he-"She trailed off the answer immediately sprung forth and anger consumed her. All traces of pain and tension wore off as she leapt from the bed.
"How dare he fake an illness to get out of a session?" She seethed but did change into her favorite green bikini. Who knew a long swim after chewing the boy out might just help relieve pain. So with words that would make a sailor grimace racing through her head she headed outside.
"Sam!" She screeched while she rounded the corner of the house.
"Amara!" Sam's voice dripped happiness though when he saw her face he began to back up. She stomped forward and with her face in his opened her mouth to yell when suddenly he grabbed her jaw and forced her head to the left.
"What the-?"
Sam cleared his throat and began, "On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven swans-a-swimming."
"Sam." Amara grinned; all anger forgotten as she dipped her head towards his. A blush crept up Sam's neck as their lips molded together. It grew brighter still once they broke.
"Let's go swimming." Sam declared while he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Um, I think it might be a bit dangerous to swim with swans."
Sam glanced at Amara with disbelief, "Dangerous. I eat danger for breakfast. Besides two mutants against seven swans, we'd win no problem."
"I don't know." Amara stated as she glanced uneasily into the swan filled pool.
"Come on they're just stupid animals." Sam insisted as he placed his left arm around her shoulders. Amara bit her lip as she thought about the offer. She had almost said yes when she noticed that the swans were climbing out the pool.
"Uh, Sam I think something's wrong with the swans."
Sam sighed but looked up anyways, just in time to see the pale birds advance on him and Amara.
"Save yourself!" Sam yelled as he activated his power and cannonballed straight into a tree. As he had suspected the swans followed as he hadn't anticipated the branch he was on snapped. He tumbled down as Amara watched unhelpfully and as soon as he reached the ground the swans swarmed. It wasn't until they had pecked Sam until their hearts desire and left that she actually walked over there.
"So did we win?" She asked as she helped Sam back unto his feet.
"I hate swans."