Hey everyone! I am so sorry about these updates! I appreciate your patience you have no idea. How is everyone? I hope you like this one. I am so excited to develop Sam and Patrick brother/sister relationship! :) Please comment and review!

~Wallflower95

6

The Slut and the Falcon

I'm sure everyone has a song. A song that they love down to the very lyrics. A song that they wish they could call their own. Since that night, that night with dad, I have been listening to all of my Aunt's records. We've been living in her house for about four months now. We sold our old place and Mom has been trying to look for a new one but I'm not really in a rush to move again. As I was saying, since that night I have been listening to every record I could get my hands on. I listened to anything. Even the punk rock music Mary Elizabeth recommended.

I'm sitting at the desk in my room at my Aunt's place. My algebra homework in front of me. But today I couldn't concentrate. I was dying to unwrap my newest record. A new song. A new artist. I couldn't resist. I place my pencil on the desk and carefully picked up the bag from the floor. It was a record by The Beatles. I had heard this song in the record store earlier when I went with Alice. 'Let it Be'. Quiet and calming. I was my new favorite song. I placed it on the player and let it spin. A soft and smooth voice echoed.

'When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be'

I laid on the bed and just listened to the lyrics. The song washing over me like a tidal wave. I opened my mouth and sang along. Of course, my singing is not Beatles worthy but I don't

"Speaking words of wisdom, let it be." I sang softly. I can't explain it. When I listen to songs like 'Let it Be' all those bad moments seems to just disappear from my mind. All of them, gone.

"When will that guy fall on his ass?" Mary Elizabeth grumbled. She was referring to Patrick, Mr. Popular. The whole school held him up on this pedestal and no one knew why. He's not the school's youngest football player like Brad or the 12th grade hottie photographer like Craig. Everyone just found him funny. To me, it all seemed like an act. He was trying to be someone he's wasn't. I knew what that was like. I had tried so hard to fit in when I was meant to stand out. I was in a different crowd and I didn't mind.

"The whole school adores him Mary Elizabeth. I doubt he'll fall into our lot." Alice said, not looking up from her book. Mary Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Mary Elizabeth had fliers in her hands.

"Look, they're holding auditions for another production at the theatre." Mary Elizabeth said, her eyes wide with excitement. There's a small theatre in town and it holds productions run by, well, anyone really. Mary Elizabeth has been dying to get a Rocky Horror production on that stage. Alice looked at the flier.

"I have to get Rocky Horror on." Mary Elizabeth said, determination set in her tone. Alice looked at me and we smiled at each other.

"You've helped us achieve our dreams." Alice said.

"Then we'll help you." I said. Mary Elizabeth looked at us.

"Are you serious? You're actually going to help me?" I laughed.

"Of course we are." I said. There was roar of laughter a couple of tables down, Patrick was putting on another show for the cheerleaders. I rolled my eyes. It all may be an act for him, but it seemed to be working in his favor.

After school I like to head to the record store in the town. I usually go with Alice and Mary Elizabeth but they're not into music like I am and I wanted to go on my own today. 'Come on Eileen' by Dexy Midnight Runners was being played in the store. My head bobbed to the music and my hips swayed. The bell above the door rang and Mr. Popular himself entered the record store. I tried to duck behind a shelf full of records but I was too slow.

"Hey!" He called out. I was the only customer in the store so he was definitely talking to me. I stood up. He wasn't surrounded by his usual crowd of morons so I guess it was safe to talk.

"Hey." I said back. He leaned against the stand full of records. He was wearing blue jeans, old black converse and a blue and red plaid button down. His black hair hung forwards, he had a grin on his face.

"You're Samantha Dutton." He said.

"Sam." I corrected him. He smiled again.

"I heard you used to be the life of the party... Samantha." He said in a different tone. I flicked through some records, not looking at the smirk on his face. I chuckled.

"Is that what they say about me?"

"Indeed they do. They say you were a wild one." I looked him in the eye.

"Want to know a secret?" Patrick leaned towards me.

"I'm not that girl anymore." I said. I continued looking through the records, not looking up at Patrick again. He stepped back. I could feel his eyes on me.

"Well, aren't you something else?" I looked at him.

"You got that right." I turned my back on him and looked at more records. He followed me. I wished he would go away. My time in the records store was... my time. 'Come on Eileen' was still playing. Patrick's head bobbed up and down.

"Living room routine." He said.

"What?"

"Something my mom came up with... a dance." He stepped back so he wouldn't knock anything over and he started dancing in the middle of the record store. I laughed. He had a huge smile on his face. His feet moved side to side and his arms were swinging.

"You're mom sounds great." I said. He nodded.

"She was..." His look changed a little. You can always tell when someone has lost a loved one. They get this far away look in their eyes. As if their loved one was a thousand miles away and you couldn't possibly reach them. I looked away.

"I'm sorry." Patrick shook it off.

"It's okay. It was a long time ago." Patrick looked down at the record I was looking at.

"Midnight Oil?" I picked up their record. It was their album Diesel and Dust probably one of my favorite albums. There is no such thing is having one favorite song or one favorite band because when I hear something I love it instantly.

"You've never heard of Midnight Oil?" He shook his head.

"They are incredible! How can you not have heard their music?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not my style really. I like punk and rap and metal." I closed my eyes and shook my head. I like all kinds of music but those three genres are not my favorite. I sighed.

"You are really missing out on some great music." I handed him the record.

"You have to listen to it. It will literally change your life." I said.

"Rock music isn't my thing Sam." He said. I turned and looked at him.

"What?" I smiled.

"You called me Sam." He nodded. I looked through the store and got five more records for Patrick. Midnight Oil, Nirvana, AC/DC, Queen, Simple Minds and The Smiths. Some of my favorite bands. Patrick took them without complaint and purchased all of them. We walked out of the store together and walked a few blocks.

"So, who's your favorite out of these?" Patrick said, lifting the bag of records. I thought about it.

"Well, I recently listened to 'How Soon is Now?' by The Smiths and it was... it was great. But I like all of them. It's hard to choose." Patrick nodded.

"That will be the first song I listen to." He said. We reached a street. I was one block from my Aunt's place. I sometimes walk home by accident. I always forget that I don't live there anymore. I always stop when I see the for sale sign. That night was a month ago. I always forget but when I get to that house it all comes back.

"Well, I'm that way." I said, pointing to the left.

"And I'm that way." Patrick said, pointing to the right.

"Thanks for all the tunes." Patrick said.

"No problem." Patrick laughed.

"You're trying to convert me to your way of life."

"Which is?"

"The life of a someone who used to be popular but is now no one and is into shitty music."

"First of, it's not shitty music!" I said, laughing. "And I am perfectly fine with who I am now." I said. Patrick looked at me.

"Are you, really?" Am I? I used to be a completely different person. Drinking, drugs, sex with random guys. That was no life for a high school student. I am. I am happy with who I am now.

"Yeah. I'm happy being a nobody."

"And wait until you hear that music. You'll be joining the dark side very soon my friend." Patrick laughed, he held out his and I shook it.

"Well this was a very interesting and pleasant encounter, Sam Dutton."

"Back at you."

"You know, in my mind I will not refer to you as Sam."

"Really?"

"Yeah... it's too plain. We need something else."

"How about the slut?" I suggested.

"Why's that?"

"Because that's who I'd be in a story." I said. Patrick nodded.

"I like it."

"And you can be the falcon. You kind of have a bird like personality." I said. Patrick laughed.

"The slut and the falcon..."

"We can solve crimes!"

"And be the crime solving duo!" We both laughed.

"Well, take care my partner in crime solving." He said.

"See you, falcon."

That night I saw a completely different side of Patrick, the side that he's been trying to hide under his 'Mr. Popular' act. The truth is... we all try to hide who we really are because we're afraid to stand out... I'm not afraid anymore and neither should Patrick.