Saturday night rolls around fast and Sam has never been sorer. Not even when she was training for the Olympics. Her body aches from being put through the wringer by Max’s group and now Kris Statlander. Kris got ahold of Sam Friday night and was kind enough to ask about Sam needing another training partner. Specifically a female one.
After spending most of the morning in the gym with Kris, then heading to the training center with her after lunch. Sam is finally free to go home.
“Thank you again for the help, Kris.” Sam thanks Kris at her door.
“Of course! And you are gonna kick ass on Monday.” Kris nods happily. “Hey, is that a cat?” She easily spots Bisky at the door when Sam opens it up.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” Sam looks down to see Bisky now at her feet. “This is Bisky!” Sam plucks the spunky cat off the ground. “Bisk, this is Kris. You’re welcome to come in and pet her if you’d like, Kris.” Sam offers.
“I’d love to!” Kris beams with an excited nod.
Sam nods and sets the cat back onto the ground. Bisky trots inside and Sam beckons for Kris to follow her inside the house. As soon as the door shuts Bisky meows loudly and immediately trots back over to the pair. She weaves between their legs and continues to meow.
“Okay okay, drama queen.” Sam laughs at the cat’s antics. “She’s hunger, come on.” She explains.
“Aww, what a cute baby.” Kris cooes at the cat.
“Adorable, yes. Pain in the ass? Also yes. But I love her anyway.” Sam giggles as they make their way to the kitchen.
Sam rounds the corner into the kitchen and plucks a can of cat food from the stack by the entrance. Bisky trots over to the empty cat dish on the floor next to a water dispenser and meows impatient once again. Sam opens the food and dishes it out on the tray as fast as she can to satiate the anger feline in front of her.
“There, eat you little monster.” Sam barely gets the food onto the plate when Bisky pounces on it. “Anyway, that’s Bisky. My moody little baby.” She turns back to Kris leaning against the counter.
“Awe, but she’s adorable. I used to have a cat just like her when I was a kid.” Kris admires Bisky now quietly eating in the corner.
“Awe, cats are the best.” Sam giggles and walks over to the fridge. “Drink?” She offers Kris.
“Sure, why not?” Statlander nods.
Sam pulls two bottles from the top shelf of the fridge and hands one to Kris. They both take a seat at Sam’s island and pop open their drinks.
“So, rumor’s been getting around that you’ve got beef with your dad?” Kris decides to try her hand at casual conversation.
“Yeah, kind of.” Sam nods solemnly. “He’s kind of a dick if you haven’t noticed.” She laughs it off.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Kris decides that it’s best to leave the subject of family alone for the moment. “And what about you and Friedman? I’ve seen you hanging out with him and his crew the past few days.”
“Yeah, he’s kind of helping me train,” Sam explains before taking a swig from her bottle. “Him and the rest of his buddies. I mean I know that he’s just doing it to fuck with my dad. But I honestly don’t care that much.” She shrugs.
“You two have that in common I guess.” Kris points out.
“Hmm?” Sam tilts her head a bit at the statement.
“You both live to piss your dad off. Max does it because he’s Max and he wants to prove that he’s better than Chris. And you’re doing it to prove that he’s wrong about you.” Kris elaborates a bit.
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Bloodlines//MJF
Fanfiction"You know I'm just using you to get in your dad's head right?" Sam's arms wrap around the back of Max's neck. "That's fine. Because truthfully? I'm just using you to royally piss him off." Max flexes his shoulders against her delicate touch. His ha...
