Human

(2) Party Like Its... - Part 2

Sam Uley. Nineteen-years-old. Tall. Dark hair. Suddenly thinking its cool to get a tattoo on his arm. Dad disapproved of that the second Sam walked in with no shirt on. Another thing dad disapproved of. 

A member of the Quileute tribe. And most importantly he was my best friend and he also changed so much. I hadn't seen him much the summer before and when I had, he barely looked in my direction. It didn't help that he had gotten sick during that time.

He never told me what it was that he got. But it was bad enough to keep him distant from me for months. I cold talk to him on the phone, but there was no hanging out. 

"Dad, he's not going to do anything," I muttered as I glanced at the guard at my side. 

Since Sam had arrived, he placed himself directly between us. And had plenty of muttering to do himself. Though I too was in agreement with why Sam wasn't wearing a shirt. The weather wasn't warm and it was a odd sight. 

Maybe he was sick.

"I know." 

I sighed as I placed my elbow on the couch arm and rested my head in my hand. He approved of Sam and even treated him like family. But I didn't get why he was placing himself on the couch between us.

Sam was my best friend. 

As the TV played some show, I closed my eyes. I doubted upstairs was off limits, but with Dad acting strange that day it was hard to tell. Rubbing at my eyes so I wouldn't fall asleep as a thick silence formed around us, I glanced at my father. 

He looked uncomfortable and I could swear his eyes were flickering towards me often. 

"Lets go get lunch," I said finally before giving Dad a pointed look. "And we'll leave you here, Daddio, so that you can get that much needed rest. With Bella arriving tomorrow, there is still a lot to do." 

He scowled for a second. "You're not planning to walk around with him." 

It was my turn to scowl at him. "He is my best friend and what's wrong with that?"

"He's not wearing a shirt." Disapproval laced his voice. 

I looked around him and to Sam, who was not wearing a shirt. "So lend him one, Dad. We're getting lunch without you." 

I couldn't do with the silence and Dad didn't help with making conversation. Not with his scowls and disapproval. He wasn't like this with Sam before. Not that Sam came around without a shirt and only shorts. 

How could he not be freezing? 

"And nothing will happen." He sounded doubtful which hurt. 

I was a lot more mature now that I was seventeen. Sure I wasn't like Bella. Cooking and bending backwards to do everything for everyone else. I was terrible at picking up and did find myself in more trouble then my sister. 

But I knew how to live unlike her. 

"We'll be back within two hours, sooner if the dinner isn't busy and get the orders ready quickly," I promised.

And sure, I was more boy crazy then Bella. Mom was like that before she married Phil. She said that was something she wished I hadn't gotten from her. Bella hadn't shown an interest in the opposite sex or a interest in anything romantic. 

She was going to become a crazy cat lady, I  just knew it. Though, Bella doesn't like cats. 

"Fine. Fine." He didn't seem happy. "But Sam has to wear a shirt." 

I grinned finally. "You hear that Sam. He's put his foot down. You're required to wear a shirt." 

"I can do that."