Fake Sam

8. Sam: I am scarred for life

8. Sam: I am scarred for life

In my room, I stay by my door after yelling to my dad that I cut of my electricity; this happens all the time since we are huge electricity-lovers, except that dad never calls the electrician. So, there have actually been rules set, in my house, that we can only plug in a certain amount of things at one time.

I look over my shoulder to see what I have plugged in because I am very sure I didn't go over my limit: my clock, hair straightener, iPod speakers, laptop... I turn my head to see the other side of my room: hair dryer, night light.

What took it? I only have six things plugged in and my lights turned on, well, off now. Then I remember, my phone charger is still plugged in right next to my feet; I reach down to unplug it and drop it back onto the ground.

"Dad!!" I call once more, leaning with my back against the door. Then through my blinds, I notice that there is light, brighter than what the moon usually gives off. So I walk across the room and get onto my bed to stick my fingers through the blinds and peer through.

"Looks like we have new neighbors already." I grunt as I move back away, but then I notice some movement in the room and then I see a boy.

He is rather skinny and kind of tall, but not too tall. His hair is short and wavy and brown. Also, he looks really tan, and not like my fake tan; no, this is a legit tan.

I wonder where he came from. Maybe Florida or something.

I get away from my window once the lights turn back on and I hear dad coming up the stairs. When he comes up, I quickly face his direction, me still sitting on my bed. His eyes move across my room, and he counts everything plugged in.

I switch off the hair dryer, which had started back up when the lights came on.

"What extra did you have plugged in?" He questions after reassuring himself that I only had six things.

I point to his feet and he nods, then leaves the room.

I pull the plug on the hair dryer and go back over to my dresser to continue straightening my hair. About an hour passes and then I flick off the light switch on my way to crawl under my covers. Also, once I get in bed, I turn on my night light, which stays beside my bed. Then I bury myself within my comforter and situate deep into my cushy mattress and pillows; quickly zoning into a deep sleep.

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I giggle when he touches me. His blonde hair is swept swiftly across his face and his big brown eyes hide behind his nerdy black-framed glasses. He smiles at me and then says, "How about we go to my place."

I nod at him and we pop up in his house, on his couch and in front of us there is a fire in the fire place. Except, this all looked a lot like my house, who cares though. We are alone.

He carries me and drops me onto the couch, sitting himself next to me. I look at him, and he stares back into my eyes.

"You have really pretty eyes." He slowly leans toward me, and has his hand gently cradling the back of my head.

I move closer to him to and we kiss. Gosh, this is the dream! I love this guy and he finally loves me back. When he leans back, he whispers something.

"What are you saying, I couldn't hear you."

He gives a petty laugh and then says it once more, a bit louder this time.

"Sam..."

I watch at him hopefully.

"Sam. I am a girl." he says.

My whole body has a cold shiver and I go all numb, quickly feeling a fast wind rush past me and I fall back.