Fake Sam

15. Logan: I guess this mean we are friends now

15.Logan: I guess this means we are friends now

Right away, I go to my bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Now that the first person I have met is accepting me, I can't mess up. I never really have had any girls as friends, and none have ever tried to befriend me either. But if Sam is going to be nice and offer to have me over, I might as well at least try to be friends with her; and then I could have a friend on the first day of school.

I ponder whether I should keep on my sweat pants and tank top or change. A few minutes in the mirror, and I agree to change at least the pants, I don't want to be too relaxed. I run back into my room and dig through my suitcase, still in front of the closet, I grab out some faded jeans and trade them with my sweat pants.

I raise to my feet and look into my closet at the large mirror covering the wall, and also agree to change my shirt. I search through the luggage and pick out a light blue shirt with long sleeves that are darker. I pull off my tank top and slide the long sleeve tee over my head.

I move back to the mirror and brush through my hair once more, this time sliding my fingers through it. From the hooks on the wall beside me, I grab my Adidas sweat jacket and pull that on, then move out of the room.

My feet pound down the hall and stairs, and at the door, I slide on my Nike sneakers. I straighten up and pull open the door, stepping right outside; all around, there is snow falling lightly. It hadn't been snowing just a minute ago when I was talking to her, and already now it is.

I pull up my hood and pull the door shut behind me, then I move down the stairs, holding onto the rail as I step onto each of the snowy steps. When I reach the bottom, I run across our lawns and up their front steps. At the door, I search around for a doorbell, since it isn't anywhere around the door. I finally find it on a fake, little birdhouse sitting on the railing of the steps.

I wait for only another second until I hear loud thumping noises and scrambling noises to reach the door.

"Keagan! Get away, it's my guest!" The girl who I think is Sam yells on the other side of the door.

"But I wanna answer! He's a boy, so I am the most reasonable to answer!" The little boy whines back. They seem rather aggressive.

After the yelling, the door stretches open and the boy and girl struggle to be the front person.

"Hello," bleach-hair girl smiles while attempting to push the boy aside. She has on some baggy, gray sweatpants, like the ones I had just switched with my jeans, and a red shirt, underneath a yellow zip-up jacket. on her feet, she had ankle-high slippers: green with blue polka dots.

"Hi," I smile back, and follow her in once the boy moves and she opens the door all the way. I look around the room, it is painted a really dark purple, and all of the furniture is mahogany, with clear vases full of green flowers covering several surfaces. Her mom and mine probably get along really well.

"Sorry about that, he still thinks that he can overpower me."

We walk into the kitchen and she motions for me to sit on a bar stool at their island-bar in the center of the kitchen. Looking around their kitchen, it is like mine, being all white; except theirs has a 50's theme to it, with black and white tiled floors, and thick, red cushioned bar stools. Also around the room, there are old pictures of the typical family and red appliances.

"I like your kitchen." I tell her.

"Thanks," she turns around from after closing the fridge and begins to pour some water into a glass. "Here you go." She slides the glass over the steel counter and I catch, then she walks to their pantry and talks from there.