Fake Sam

18. Sam:the dog wash

18. Sam: the dog wash

I turn onto my side and tug the top of my blanket back over my shoulder. Except, when I turn, something juts into my side, and I try to pat it down, but it doesn't go away. My fingers feel around and I can tell this isn't my bed, but where is this then? The basement? Maybe a friends house.

Nah, I wasn't at anyone else's house. Where was I? My house. What was I doing? .... Right, I was watching a movie- with the neighbor?

My eyes pop open and I sit up really fast to glance to my left. Phew! Nobody there, but where did he go then? I don't recall ever telling him goodbye.

I rise to my feet and go on search around my house, I wonder where he could've gone. If I fell asleep before he left, then would he just stay here? I don't see anyone in the first floor, I find Keagan asleep in the basement, there is nobody upstairs. In my room, I go across the floor and look through my window to his room. There isn't anybody in there either.

Where could he have gone then?

I put my hands on my hips, and then look down to see that I am still in my loungewear. Maybe I should get dressed, and then go see if he is at his house. I go to my dresser and begin to get dressed for the day.

Last night, he seemed to really be onto me about eating; I admit, I was hungry, but I need to not eat so much, if I only I could lose 5 pounds, then Jessie wouldn't be able to say anything to me. She hadn't talked to me since the day she called me fat, but I still feel like she is always staring at me or talking about me to her friends. When she sees how great I can look, or how fast I an move into a size 0 pair of jeans, then I'll be the one talking! That'll teach her.

But I still can't have Logan holding me back, if I start eating now, then I'll just gain more wight. Whatever, I'll just avoid him around meal times.

I jump into my skinny jeans, and hop a few times to get them on all the way, buttoning them up. Then, I put on a skinny t-shirt that hugs my waist just right, and a Hollister jacket to keep me warm. Lastly, I tie on my Converse, since I have work to do today.

I grab my phone from my dresser, and then leave my room, pulling the door shut behind me. Downstairs, I go throught the rooms until I get to the foyer, and I look out the window. The sun is shining bright, and most of the snow melted, none falling from the sky anymore. I always wonder how Michigan gets such bogus weather, one day it is a blizzard, the next- half the population is strapping on sandles and tanning on the beach.

I pull oppen the door, shutting it behind me beore skipping down the steps. And at the end, I go across the muddy lawns to the neighbor's house. Up those steps, and pressing the door bell. I hear the chimes going off inside, though there are no motions for the door. I click it once more, and finally there are creaks from the wooden floor and I can see a figure through the curtains. Thedoor clicks and slowly comes open. There, Logan is rubbing his hair, yawning, and standing shirtless; that's a lot of things at once.

"Hey, I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. You wanna go get some breakfast?" I ask, watching his sleepy figure lean on the threshold and put its hands in its pockets. He looks down at me from the door's step.

"Well, I would first have to take a shower, then get dressed. If you wanna wait?"

"Well, I was heading out now, since I have to be somewhere at 11."

His eyes look up into his thoughts, he hums while thinking, and moves his eyes back to me when he's done. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, probably Panera."

"I mean at 11," he laughs at my misunderstanding.

"Oh, well, first I have some errands. And then I have to go to the animal shelter."