A/N: Greetings FanFiction. ITUNES IS MAKING ME SOOO MAD! I backup my iPod nearly every day, yet it says 'can't read iPod. Please visit Summary page to restore iPod settings'. I'm like, "Really? I KEEL YOU ITUNES!"
Ugh. So frustrating.
And you wanna know the coincidental part about it? None of this happened when Steve Jobs was still alive… BOOM! TAKE THAT ITUNES!
Cancer just hadddddd to take him away, didn't it…?
Ugh, what a jinx.
Anyway, to ease my burden, I'm creating a new chapter. I know I started the story yesterday, but you know, I like to update things when I'm mad.
Soooo, enjoy! Go ahead, sit back, and relax, while I take care of something. Your on vacation, I get to do the work. I'll be right back.
*Takes out gun*
Me: I'll show iTunes who's boss…!
*WARNING!* This chapter's going to be a little confusing. Because there will be a lot of reasoning and thinking and solutions. This may sound confusing to you, and you might have a lot of questions after reading this, but in the next chapter, the answer to those question will be revealed. It explains how everything turned out to be how it is at the end of this chapter. If you don't get what I'm saying, read it over and over and focus. (Kidding: If you can't read, please get someone else to read it to you but don't ask me to read it as I cannot read either.)
Chapter 2: Intoxicated Disaster
Sam smoothed out her dress, leather black with a slick texture, and admired herself in the mirror. Was how she looked too slutty? Too formal? Too… inappropriate?
She got a text from Danny that said,
'Almost done?'
She pressed in, 'Almost. I have to take care of a few other things. Then I'll be done.'
'Okay.'
Sam smiled and locked it, putting it back in her pocket.
She grabbed her purse and left her room. Her moderate-sized German Shepherd puppy (A/N: I'm a sucker for dogs. Don't hate.), Spade, stumbled over to Sam's feet and licked her toes.
"Hi Spade," Sam cooed and picked the male dog up. "Hello."
Spade licked her face, getting his puppy breath all over her.
"Ugh. Spade." Sam scowled. "No."
Spade licked her ear before Sam finally set him in his cage and put in a bowl of Puppy Chow, locking the metal door. "No."
The puppy whined and pawed at the bars of the cage.
"No," Sam repeated.
Spade then howled.
"Alright, alright," Sam growled and took Spade back out, carrying him to the kitchen. She set him down on the floor, reaching in a jar to take out a dog treat.
"Sit," She commanded in a half stern and half soft voice. He moved closer, but she stopped him.
"Ah! Sit."
He finally sat down, his butt on the tile, wagging his tail.
"Play dead! Hurry!"
He fell to his side, laid down, and closed his eyes.
"Good boy! Come here."
He dashed toward her and she fed him the treat, pulling out another one as he chewed his first away.
"Now. Sit."
Again, he sat.
"It's time to go to bed. Pray first."
Spade laid down and dug his head between his paws, his snout sniffing the floor. Sam kneeled down beside him and whispered gradually, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. Guide me safely through the night, wake me when the morning light. Amen."
The puppy stood back up and Sam fed him his final treat before taking him outside to go to the bathroom, bringing him back in, and locking him back in his cage. He whimpered a bit more and then finally fell asleep.
Sam got a text from Danny saying that him and Tucker were waiting outside. Sam turned out all the lights, locked her door and shut it tight. Danny rolled down his window, and his eyes nearly fell out of his skull when he'd seen the sight of her. And Tucker wasn't at all far behind.
"What?" She asked when Danny got out. The look on his face gave everything away. "Do I look bad?"
"Bad? You look way more better than that. You look… sexy."
Sam blushed and walked toward him. "Thanks."
Danny opened the back door for her and held his hand toward it, gesturing her to get in.
"Danny, you don't have to be such a gentleman. It's just drinks in a bar. Nothing else."
"I was raised better. I was raised to be sophisticated, no matter the place."
"Is that so? Because I recall, you and Tucker had belching contests in the Casper High Cafeteria in the 9th grade."
"Only on occasions," He chuckled.
"Mhm. Every day was an 'occasion' for you," she smiled, plopping down in the seat.
Danny shut her door, shaking his head and grinning, and went to the passenger's side shortly shutting his door, and strapping his seatbelt.
"Wait, Tucker's driving? I don't think that's a good idea." Sam pointed and followed Danny's action.
"What's wrong with me driving?" Tucker sounded offended.
"You're joking, right?" She snorted.
"Ahhhhhh… no."
"You just crashed your car last week."
"So?"
"So. I don't think it's okay to drive Danny's car."
"I'm perfectly capable of driving this car, Queen Samantha." Tucker joked, and at the same time, used his technique of sarcasim.
"Okay…"
He rolled his eyes, put the shift in (D)rive, and accelerated down the road toward the bar.
As they pulled up, they'd seen people walking in, and from the outside, they could also see, through the windows, strobe lights flashing, along with lights that made specific patterns. They stepped out of the car and shut their doors, the car automatically locking them up. People caught a glimpse at them, as if they were aliens from another planet here to destroy everyone and everything. Sam could see that they were smoking something. She pulled Danny close and whispered into his ear.
"Marijuana."
Danny raised in eyebrow and looked at her confused.
"They're smoking an illegal drug. It's not just some cigarette." Fear dawned into her eyes like a scared little girl in a house full of child molesters. This wasn't the right place to be. Someone would offer something, she just knew it, and turning it down, for her, wouldn't be easy. This much she's certain of. She got even more nervous when one of the men turned to another and spoke into his ear, looking back at her often.
"Are you okay?" Danny asked her. He'd realized Sam tightened her grip on his arm.
"I'm fine," she responded. "Just trying to regain myself."
They walked on inside, and Sam's eardrums cringed. The music was loud. It's a good thing that the bar was 5 miles away from a neighborhood. It only took a few seconds to adjust to the sound, fortunately, so she was fine shortly afterward. After all, she did listen to music so loudly at a teen age. She was almost used to it. Her main problem was that the place was crowded. That was going to take a lot of resistance. A man pulled Sam away from Tucker and Danny by her hand.
"I'll need to see some ID," he said in a low husky voice.
"I'm not drinking any alcohol," she arched her eyebrow.
"Who said I wanted it for that reason?" He grabbed her butt and gave it a squeeze.
"Stop!" She yelled, pushing him away and rushing after Danny and Tucker. She caught up with them and Danny grabbed her by the shoulders.
"There you are. Where'd you go?"
"Nowhere. It was nothing." She brushed away.
"Sam, what's the matter? You look upset."
"Just… things."
"Sam, what happened back there? You didn't like this when we came in… well, you didn't look this bad."
"Just some… trouble. Everything's okay now. Promise."
"Okay," he sighed ad they sat at the bar. The bartender came to them, cleaning a mug with a washcloth.
"What can I get 'ya?" He asked in a Southern accent.
"I'll have a Samuel Adams," Tucker winked. "Hold the fizz."
"Jack Daniels," Danny ordered and looked at Sam. Then he turned back. "Make that 2."
The bartender nodded. "Can I see some ID?"
Tucker and Danny took there's out, but Sam remained slightly hesitant. She was asked the exact same question a few minutes ago, and was nearly sexually harassed. But this guy is the bartender, so she supposed it would've been okay. She pulled hers out and laid it down on the counter. The bartender scanned his eyes over them for their date of birth and mumbled "Okay", walking off. They grabbed their ID's and put them back in their pockets. That's when Sam realized… Danny ordered a Jack Daniels… for her!
"Danny, why did you order something so strong for me?"
"Because Sam, the stronger the drink, the more calm you'll feel."
"Yeah Sam. Ease off." Tucker budded in.
"But I still have to go home and finish everything!" Sam's mind went into a full out panic. "I have so much to do and…"
"Sam, calm down," Tucker stopped her. "This is your night to wind down. Relax. Tonight, you're taking a break."
"But…"
"Sam, we don't want to hear another word about it," Danny stopped her. "You're here now. That's what matters."
The bartender came back with their drinks and he gave them to their belonging owners.
"Try it. Or just a shot of it," Danny offered.
Sam shook her head.
"Do it, do it, do it," Tucker chanted in a low voice, and soon Danny joined in.
Sam felt pressured, so she took the shot glass, poured a little bit of Jack into it, and chugged it down. Suddenly, she squinted her eyes and coughed.
"Damn," she cursed in a raspy voice. "This is strong."
Tucker gave her a friendly pat on the back and cackled. "Like a tranquilizer for horses. We know! We drink this stuff almost every day!"
Sam reached for her mug and drank more, moaning in a 'this is delicious' way.
"It's so strong, but it tastes so good."
"Do you want another pitcher?" Tucker joked.
"Actually, yes, I do.""I was just joking."
"I wasn't."
"She's a real woman now!" Danny cracked. "She just drank hard whiskey and wants more of it!"
She forced it all down and set the pitcher back on the counter.
"She's going to sleep real good tonight!" Tucker laughed.
"Can I have another one?" She called to the bartender. He smiled and walked off.
"Okay," Tucker said, pulling out his camera phone, hitting 'video', and pressing 'REC'. He aimed the lens at Sam and started his introduction. "Sam, this is your very first night having time to yourself. You just drank a pitcher of Jack Daniels hard whiskey. How do you feel?"
"Like a million bucks!" She responded, her voice slightly slurred.
Tucker chuckled when the bartender set the second pitcher down in front of her, and she stared at it wide-eyed.
"Dig in." Tucker smiled and she choked down as much as she could to the point where she nearly gagged. She stood up and Danny joined her, laughing as she stumbled left and right.
"I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine!" She sang off-pitched and then frowned. "Oh wait… I don't even know that song."
She nearly fell off of her own balance, but Danny caught her before she collapsed to the ground and helped her sit back down.
"Okay Sam. Stay right there."
Sam drank some more and looked at Danny, saluting him.
"Yes sir!" She yelled and chuckled maniacally.
"She had too much already," Tucker mumbled.
"And she's still going." Danny finished.
"She only had 2 drinks! How is she this messed up?"
Danny shrugged. "I guess her body has a low tolerance for alcohol before she gets drunk. Either way, she's already loopy. We mind as well let her have more. I'll drink some with her, too, so she doesn't feel so left out."
"She can have my pitcher. Something tells me only one of us are staying sober enough to drive home."
"Whatever. Are you saying that I'm going to lose control too? Pssh. What's the worse that can happen." Danny shifted his weight onto his elbows, which laid on the counter, and drank his down as well…
After 2 hours, things got too out of control, and Tucker got it all on camera.
"What's the worse that can happen?" Tucker repeated Danny's last sober line. "If only you could see what."
"Do-do-do-do-do you… see… this girl, right here?" Danny asked, pointing at Sam and looking at the camera, his arm dangling around her shoulders. "I… am going to… to marry this girl… I am going to… treat her right… and, uh… yeah." Danny finished off his Jack and slammed the mug down. "YEAH!" He screamed.
"Ca-Ca-Cat… I'm a kitty cat," Sam sang. "And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance dance!"
"No matter what you, take from me, you can't take away my, DIGNITY!"
"JIZZ IN MY PANTS!" Sam hollered at the top of her lungs. Everyone in the bar cheered and clapped.
"You know what I think," she lowered her voice and turned to Tucker. "I think… you should go back to Greenbow, ALABAMA!"
Tucker cracked up. "Forrest Gump!" Then, Sam shushed him.
"No, but seriously. I think… I had… too much to drink."
"Yeah. Me too. Let's go home." Tucker stopped the video and have her a pat on the back, leading both Danny and Sam to the car. Danny was easy enough to get in, just a slight push, but Sam struggled and then finally gave into her weakness, thanks to her being intoxicated. She sat in one spot for more than 5 seconds. What a joy. And, after everyone was settled in, Tucker drove everyone, and himself of course, home.
The first stop was Sam's house, since she was probably the worse one there. When they pulled up, Sam opened her door.
"Thanks buddy!" She chirped and stepped out, shutting her door, and jay-walking her way up the porch steps.
"Wait!" Danny shouted in Tucker's face. "I wanna get out too!"
"Danny, this isn't your house."
"Wha?"
"Not… your… house." Tucker broke his words down.
"Oh. Yeah. I know."
"Danny, dude, come on. You're going to do something you'll regret."
"Nu uh! I'm gonna help Sam get ready for bed. See? She can't ev'n see straight."
Tucker turned his attention to Sam, who was standing, or attempting to, on her porch, trying to put her key into the lock, but two things took her way off. 1.) Her key was upside down and 2.) She was missing the lock completely.
"I suppose you're right. And I have too much stuff to do to stay here with her all night. Alright Danny. Go with Sam. Call me tomorrow."
"Okay," Danny beamed. "And I promise I will do whatever it is that you just said!"
Tucker hesitated to stop him, but he let Danny get out and help Sam get inside.
"I hope I'm not making a mistake," he mumbled. Thinking it was safe and sound, he switched his gear and drove to Danny's house to trade his car with his own and from there, to drive home afterwards.
"You have a nice house, but why do you have 2 of everything?" Danny took his shoes off and glanced around.
"Huh," Sam replied. "I don't know."
"Do you have a twin sister?"
"No. I don't know. I don't think so. I hope not."
Danny pulled her closer and she giggle. He moved a strand of hair out of her face and gently planted a small peck on her lips, briefly pulling away. Sam grabbed his hair, with a fragile touch, and lured him in again. They stayed that way for a few seconds and he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to her room, setting her down on her bed. They did a basic foreplay, a simple make-out that seemed to last forever. Then, business got involved. Sam tugged at his belt, and even though extremely intoxicated on all measures, he knew what this meant, and it made him frown.
"Are you sure you really want to-?"
"Yes," she put her finger to his lip to stop him and pulled the zipper to her dress down. "Just… please… be gentle."
"I will," Danny nodded, undressing. "I promise."
The sun poked though the window and between the blinds of the shades. It shined over Danny's eyelids, making him moan in frustration. He opened them and he'd seen an unknown atmosphere.
Where am I? He thought. The bed had been messed up on his side, but on the other side, it was neatly folded. Wherever he was, the person that lived there was in the shower, in the master bathroom of the room he was in. Danny thought back to how he could've got there. But he didn't remember anything. All he remembered was Tucker, him, and Sam having drinks in a bar. Then, nothing. Did he ride home with a one-night-stand? Or just some woman out of random that he was flirting with the night before? His head hurt badly and he gripped it while he remained in thought. Basic hangovers. Which reminded him… he was in someone else's house! A small draft reached under the blanket and touched him. He looked down and gasped, swearing to himself. He wasn't wearing any underwear! He was naked, in somebody else's bed. His clothes were scattered on the floor by the nightstand on his side. He could think about how he go there later; he needed to make haste before any unwanted attention is attracted. He dashed out from under the covers, a stinging sensation catching his side in the process, which he ignored, and scurried to get his undergarments on. The water turned off in the shower and hooks for the curtain scraping across a metal rod could be heard. Danny froze in fright for a moment that seemed as an hour, but quietly, and quickly, continued. After he got dressed, he made his side of the bed nicely and neatly, doing his best to have it mimic the other side, and hurried out of the bedroom. He stopped when he seen a dog. It was asleep. He was asleep… and he looked so familiar to him.
"Spade," Danny whispered. "Sam's dog. Shit!"
That could only mean one thing. He was in Sam's house. And an even scarier thought: he didn't even think that he was waiting for Sam and definitely didn't think he just crashed there. He was naked. Of course Sam would've noticed if someone was sleeping next to her. They did… it. Him and Sam had sexual intercourse. There was no other explanation.
"Oh shit, Oh shit!" Danny held his head in his hands and mumbled. He was drunk. That's how he got there. And he knew he had hurt her.
"Danny?" A female voice called for him from behind. He turned to see her, her hair damp and pulled back into a tight bun, dressed in a business blouse, skirt, and jacket, and she wore black-heeled shoes. "Hi."
"Hey," Danny waved awkwardly. "How've you been?"
"Okay. A little sick, but okay. I didn't expect to see you here so early."
Phew. She wasn't aware of what happened last night. Bonus.
"Oh you know, just wanted to see you."
"Well, guess what."
"What?"
"I talked to the critics. They're giving me an extra few days to finish the new painting and my mom and dad will hold the Christmas lights until Friday and today I'm heading toward the school to work. If you want to come with me, that'd be great. The kids are really looking forward to seeing you before winter vacation."
Danny smiled. "Yeah. Of course."
"Great. Come on. They're waiting for us."
"Isn't it only 8:00AM. I thought their school doesn't start until 8:45?"
"It doesn't, but teachers have to get there early to ready themselves."
"Right. Okay. Well, let's go then."
"Hang on," She sniffed and moved to Danny, coming nose-to-nose. She smelled his shirt and backed away.
"Do I smell," She sniffed again. "hard whiskey?"
"Uh," Danny took a whiff of himself and made a sour face. "Yeah."
"Oh no. No. You need to shower and change."
"Can't I just wear cologne to cover the smell?"
"Not unless you want to kill the kids. If I bring you into the school smelling and looking like that, the board will have my teaching license. Permanently."
Sam went to her bedroom, Danny at her heels, and took out men's clothing and a towel.
"I keep some of your clothes here in case of emergencies. Now, give me your clothes."
Danny went bug-eyed. "In- In front of you?"
"Where else?"
"The bathroom."
"Danny, come on. We don't have time."
He took his shirt off and Sam gasped.
"Oh my God," Sam felt him. He winced and looked down. His side had a fresh new gash on it. That must've been the stinging feeling he had when he hurried out from under the covers. Sam's nightstands are made of glass, and the edges were sharp, so that might've been the way he got it. He was so quick to leave, he had hurt himself in the process.
"It's nothing Sam," Danny held her wrists. Sam gently pulled one away and continued to examine him.
"Danny, how did this happen?"
"It was an accident I had. No big deal."
"Yes it is! Are you mad? It already looks moderately infected!"
"I'm okay Sam."
She ignored him and reached for her first-aid kit under the bed.
"You need to treat this stuff immediately. You can't just leave it alone and pretend you don't have it."
She dumped peroxide on a cotton ball, rubbing it on his cut, and he cringed in pain.
"Sam!" He hissed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered softly, as if she were talking to a baby. "I'm almost done." That voice. He just loved it when she sounded like that.
She blew on it and then bandaged it when it dried.
"Done." She smiled. "That bandage is waterproof, so you can take a shower with it on. Speaking of showers," she handed him the towel and clean clothes. "It's time for you to take yours."
Danny grinned sarcastically and went into the master bathroom, leaving Sam to sit on the bed and wait for him.
A/N: Some bad news. iTunes kicked me out before I could do anything. *sighs and puts gun away, iTunes starts working on my computer*
Me: Oh YAY! :D
Give me some time to gather my sanity.
PleaseR&R,
DA, formerly Shayla D. Fenton : )