'and i can still see it all in my mind... all of you, all of me, intertwined. i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden.'
Samira Mayfield is forced to move to a new town, transfer to a new school, and make new friends two months...
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CHAPTER TWO — just like billy
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There's a constant pounding on the front door and I roll off the couch, extremely hung over, and move to the door. "I'm coming. I'm coming." I open it, revealing Max. "Don't you know what time it is?"
"Yeah, I do. Do you?" She asks, angrily. "It's four in the afternoon, Sam!"
"Shit. Really?" A small laugh escapes my lips.
"It's not funny. You missed school and your meeting with the adviser from Yale." She snaps. "You are fucking up your future. I can't afford to babysit you and mom."
"NO ONE IS ASKING YOU TO BABYSIT ME MAX!" I shout. "I don't need my little sister hovering over my every move. So, I don't get into Yale. Who cares? I certainly don't."
"Well, you should." She argues. "And if you're not gonna get your shit together on your own, I'll do it for you."
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? You gonna go to my college interviews for me?" I laugh, as she moves around the apartment, cleaning up. I follow her into the kitchen and she starts pulling out any alcohol she can find. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I told you. Fixing your life." She states, looking at me while she dumps each bottle out one by one.
"Cut it out." I breathe. "You've made your point now, stop, Max. Max!" Anger courses through my veins, as my sister gets rid of my life vest. I rush over to her and take the current bottle from her hands. I shove her back, so hard that she falls onto the ground. "I said, cut it out!" She moves back, before standing up and running down the hall. Guilt falls over me. I run after her, finding her in my room, digging through my drawers.
"Where is it?"
"Where's what, Max?"
"The flask. I want it and any other bottles you have hidden in here, gone."
"Not gonna happen." My arms cross over my chest, as she tears through my desk.
"You wouldn't hide them in anything that people would suspect or go near." She starts thinking out loud and heads to my closet. Her hand grazes over each piece of clothing, before landing on a jacket. Steve's jacket. I stand up straight, stepping into the room. Her hand reaches into the pockets and she pulls out the flask. She glances at me and reaches for the other pocket, removing a bottle of vodka from it. "Bingo."
