Fighting For Samson (Boyxboy)

Chapter Two

Bianca Santos as Mercedes-->

Samson's P. O. V.

Well, I can officially say that I have done enough cleaning to save me a life time. Remember when I said this house looked old? Well, it is old! There was way more then dust and cobwebs that I had to clean. No, there was mold and stains and bugs and, this one is the worst, RATS!

Ugh! I cring just thinking about those nasty things! Anyways, that wasn't the only thing that was wrong with this house. Remember how I said I was going to make John help me clean? Well, the bastard couldn't do that because he was to busy fixing the sink, the shower, the toilet, getting the electricity and gas turned on while trying to kill all the damn spiders and rats I was too afraid to do myself.

Don't judge me!

I called Old Man Bill to give him a little piece of my damn mind. Wanna know what he told me? The little old shit said that no one has lives in this place since 1986 but it was some how in good condition. When I heard this, I nearly freaked! John had to calm me down because this was a nice old house that was built in the 1800's but know one had bothered to live here since the 1986. There has to be an explanation for that and both John and Old Man Bill laughed at me for thinking this.

Is it that crazy to believe that this place might be haunted? I mean, come on! Since werewolves, the thing I used to believe was fictional creatures, I'm willing to believe anything is real. Ghost, they could be real and me and John could be there next victims! It's not that crazy. I'm not that crazy.

Anyway, me and John got here on a Saturday in the late afternoon, which we spent the time cleaning up a little bit and ate some pizza then went to bed. Just plain an simple since we were both exhausted from the three day drive here. Sunday we spent the whole day doing what I just explained before. I cleaned while John worked. We worked the entire day and we are still barely done. I'm actually sore from all the cleaning and I still have a couple rooms to go.

Let's just say, my room, John's, the kitchen and the living room were basically glowing with how clean it is. You don't understand. I mopped, vacuumed, swiped, scrubbed, dusted, washed, burned, everything! I did EVERYTHING to make this house spotless and let me tell you my efforts are definitely paying off. This house couldn't look better.

I do think that the outside and the inside need to be painted over, but John and I both agreed not to bother since we are not really going to be staying here long. We never do.

It is now Monday and today is the day I must put a smile on my face and go to the fourth school in the last two years. It's really annoying the whole process of it because Old Man Bill has to call the school, send them these fake transcripts that says I completed 8th, 9th, and 10th grade at some other school. Yeah, I missed three years of school when John and I were in hiding. But that doesn't mean I was ever behind. In fact, I was in all honor classes. Just because I stopped going to school, doesn't me I stopped learning. I had Old Man Bill buy me all sorts of books you would think would learn from the three years I've missed and when I took this test at the first school I had went to that was suppose to determine were I stood, I was a very high rank. The teachers were impressed were I was just mostly shocked. I mean, it's not like that test was hard. Just simple, basic subjects.

Yes, I am a nerd but hey, at least it gave me an advantage to avoid looking stupid when I started sophomore year without even finishing middle school or going through the hard time of freshman year.

John, well it took a while, but he managed to get his GED. John thinks I should do the same, but I actually like school and like the process of learning. He just called me a geek and shook his head. I don't care what he thinks, honestly.