How To Live With A Huge Penis • clifford

twenty-two - apartment search

"The date was awful." Samantha complained, a slight smile on her face.

"What? I took you out for dinner and you kissed me afterwards, personally I think it was great." Michael tried to stay serious but ended up chuckling.

He drove into a big curve before he parked the car in front of a store since he promised Samantha he'd buy her a bucket of ice cream and probably a huge pack of chips.

"Okay, so one bucket ice cream and-"

"Chocolate chip ice cream." Samantha reminded him while he was taking out his money and repeating what he had to buy. "And chips."

"I will go broke if your pregnancy continues like this." Michael joked, opening the door and hopping out of the car.

"And." Samantha added stopping him from closing the door. "Buy some shampoo, your hair looks gross and there is no left home."

"Oh God." Michael groaned leaning up against the opened door. "Does majesty need anything else?"

"Um ... No, that's all." Samantha giggled, brushing some hair out of her face.

After a good fifteen minutes, Samantha saw him coming out of the store with two full bags. She quickly bent over and opened the door for him.

"I got shampoo, your food, I bought tampons, sliced bread-"

"Tampons, really?" Samantha laughed, taking one bag from him and stuffing it right next to her feet. "Why'd you buy tampons?"

"Your mom asked me to buy it on the way home." Michael shrugged, sitting himself in his seat and closing the door, handing Samantha the other bag.

"My mom is so embarassing." she hid her face behind a hand, chuckling a bit. "What's this?" Samantha asked once she looked through the bag and found hair dye inside.

"Hair dye." Michael explained taking the package from her and reading the back while he drove.

"Don't tell me you will dye your hair blue." Samantha cocked her head to the side taking the box away from him so they wouldn't drive down a cliff and die.

"Why not? I haven't dyed my hair since senior year started. It doesn't even have a colour anymore." Michael explained nonchallantly, picking at the ends of his blondish-red hair.

"I don't want to have a Smurf as my boyfriend." Samantha pouted, folding her arms over her chest as she let herself fall back in the seat. "Leave it as it is, please."

"I already paid for it." Michael sticked out a tounge at her jokingly. "I don't want to throw good 12 bucks away."

"I will pay you, just don't dye your hair." Samantha suggested, quickly pulling money out of her purse.

"I will dye my hair, that's it." Michael shook his head, denying the offer.

"You will look dumb." she argued, still not statisfied with his desicion. Michael parked the car and took the bags, heading out and into the house still amused with Samantha pouting and arguing.

"It's my hair, damnit." Michael groaned, walking over the grass while Samantha stamped slowly behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"And you are my boyfriend." she argued, yelling even louder than he did.

"It's just a hair colour, okay?" Michael turned around, stressed out while trying to not shout at her.

"Then don't dye it." Samantha spat back, making them both stop for a while. "If it's just a hair colour, then it is nothing special, right?"