A Milky Chance- A Sammy Wilkinson Fanfic

Chapter 1- Milky Chance Much?

A/N: Here is my new fanfic hope you enjoy :)))))

Catherine's POV

"God damnit!" my best friend Natalia yells from the kitchen, "What's wrong now?" I scream back in response. I walk out of the bathroom while moisturizing my face to find her searching through the fridge, "What're you looking for?" I ask. She turns to me and scowls, "We're out of the special yogurt we like." It's probably because we eat it like 24/7; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "And what do you want me to do...?" I hope she can handle this yogurt catastrophe, but of course "Can you please please please so get some more?" she pleads with puppy dog eyes. "Okay fine, but you're paying!" I shout as I walk back to the bathroom and put my hair into a messy ponytail. I am already dressed in running shorts and a tank top, so I slide on my Nike's and collect some cash from Natalia's wallet that's sitting on the counter. "Bye! Be back soon!" I tell her as I head out the door.

Soon I am at Ralph's, so I grab a hand-held basket, and head over to the yogurt section. The basket is now filled with about 10 containers of the yogurt, and then I remember that there was barely any milk left, so I walk over to where the milk is located. There is a group of very attractive guys looking at juice or something, so I try and hurry up, so they don't see me. But as I grab the milk and put it in the basket, a tall boy lightly grasps my arm, "I know milk does a body good, but damn girl, how much have you been drinking?" he says. I giggle a little and start to blush, "Hi, I'm Sam." He introduces himself and gives me a smile that spans ear to ear, "I'm Catherine. I have to admit you're very smooth Sam." I say confidently. "Why thank you Catherine, I try." I smirk a little and look at my feet not knowing what to say.

"What are you doing today?" he asks, breaking the brief silence, forcing me to look up at him. "Nothing really, I just have to get ready, but I have nothing planned," I smile and he glances over my body head-to-toe, "But you look great already." I grin and shift my weight to my right foot, "Thank you, but I should get ready, even if this is somehow acceptable," looking him in the eye. "Well, how about you get ready and then we hangout or get something to eat" he looks me in the eyes, and he has the prettiest greenish-brown eyes that I have ever seen. "Okay, sounds good." I begin to walk away, but he says "Wait take my number so you can let me know when you want to go," he opens up his hand so I can give him my phone. He inputs his number and name, "Just text or call when you're ready." He hands back my phone, "Okay I will," I take my phone and walk away ready to pay for the groceries.

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The fridge is now fully stocked with the best yogurt in the world and a fresh gallon of milk. I hear the shower running, so I walk into my room and begin to apply my makeup, paying close attention to my eyebrows and eyelashes. I'm done in 15 minutes, so I begin the hardest part of getting ready: picking out what I'm going to wear. I want casual but cute, so I put on some flowy shorts. They're navy with a small white and light pink floral pattern, and some cutouts at the bottom. I pair the shorts with a skintight-cropped tank top, and put on some tan sandals. I'm wearing my gold necklace with my nickname "Cat" on it, some gold rings, and a few random bracelets that I wear everyday. My phone virbrates when I receive a snapchat from my friend Sophia, which reminds me I should text Sam, so I say:

I'm ready when you are :)

I spray some of my favorite Michael Kors perfume and grab my tan cross body purse and sunglasses, then I glance at my self in the mirror on my way out to the kitchen. My ponytail needs a little adjusting, so I fix some hairs and then voila, I'm good! Sam texts me back with:

Okay where do you want to meet? Or do you want me to pick you up?

I guess it would be easier to have him pick me up, and it saves me gas, so I reply:

How about you pick me up. My address is 1360 S Figueroa St, 90015

Natalia enters the kitchen in a robe and her hair in a towel turban, "Where are you going?" she questions me. "I'm going out somewhere with this guy, Sam," I reply and she raises one eyebrow, "Hopefully he isn't a serial killer, but have fun and tell me all about it. And if he does try to kill you, call me!" she says as she exits with a yogurt in one hand, spoon in the other. "Okay!" I yell back. My phone buzzes with a text from Sam:

I'm here out front

I reply with a quick:

Ok. Be down soon

I grab my purse and put my sunglasses on before leaving my apartment.

When I exit the giant glass doors, I look around for a car with Sam in it, and I find him leaning against a new, black Escalade. He opens the door for me and shuts it as I get in. He starts the car and we leave.

A/N: OKAY NEW FANFIC AND IM REALLY FEELING THIS ONE. If anyone knows what kind of car he drives would you please let me know! Thank you for reading <33 I have big ideas for this fanfic :))

-Zoe