GUYS, this is not my orginal piece. If you want to read the orginial read it from not_present. Her story is called Project Fat Suit!
"SAM!" Trent belted.
"What?" I grumbled.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked. I could see the concern on his face.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" I mimicked. I brushed past Trent out of my room and headed to the kitchen. I then proceeded to make a sandwich.
"Damn, we don't have any cheese! HOW CAN WE NOT HAVE CHEESE?" I yelled in frustration.
"We can go to the store, I'll buy you some cheese," Trent said trying to calm me down.
"Cheese? Not your cheese! It's nacho cheese! I want my own cheese," I started going crazy. I began to throw slices of bread at Trent.
"Why are you acting so crazy?!" Trent yelled. Finally, he was finally getting mad at me.
"Where's my suit?" I asked. I was finally starting to calm down. Trent gave me a confused look.
"Your suit?" He asked. He always liked to play dumb.
"My fat suit."
"You're not really thinking about going out with a fat suit?" Trent asked.
"I'm sixteen it's a free country," I stated.
I started searching around for my fat suit. Trent always likes to be a jerk and try to hide my fat suit. He doesn't approve of it. He'll never approve of it. Eventually, I found it hidden in the coat closet underneath a bunch of coats. Trent may be older, but he was pretty dumb at hiding things. I began to put on my fat suit and get ready to go out.
"You can't keep doing this Sam..." Trent said quietly. I turned my back to him.
"I can and I will," I simply stated.
"It won't bring her back."
I felt frozen at the spot. I didn't want to think about her. Not now. I could feel my eyes watering and myself heating up. The fat suit wasn't helping because it was always extremely hot when I wore this.
"Uranus..." I called out softly.
"Sam... Please..." Trent's voice became soft. I could hear the sadness in his voice.
"I want to be the very best."
"What?" Trent asked confused.
"Like no one ever was..."
"Sam?" Trent was even thrown off even more.
"I WILL BE THE BEST SANTA CLOWN EVER!" I yelled in excitement. I suddenly turned to him and he saw a big red clown nose on my face. I wore the biggest grin on my face. "My trusty elf! Please come to me!" I called out.
Kurt soon busted through the door with a pack of Dr. Pepper. He was wearing the traditional elf clothing. Green and red. With a silly elf hat with bells all over. His pointed shoes had bells. Bells were all over his shirt. Even when standing still he was jingling joy! He even had the pointy ears. My perfect elf.
"Santa Clown! I'm here! With the best soda evuurrrrr!" He slurred. He took a can out and tossed to me.
"Awesome!" I yelled right back. I took the can and took a big sip then belched in front of Trent's face. He showed a look of disgust. Oh well. I put my hand on his shoulder. "You may be old, but you'll always be Uranus."
With that being said I dashed out the door with Kurt my trusted elf.
"Sam!" Trent yelled after me. "Sam!"
"SAM!" I yelled as I jolted up.
"What's wrong Uranus?" Little Sam asked me. My Sam. I pulled him into a hug.
"Nothing is wrong. I just had a bad dream," I said relieved. Sam looked up at me confused, but I didn't care. I'm just glad he's not a damn teenager who runs around in a fat suit with crazy Kurt pretending to be Santa Clown.
"Do hugs cure bad dreams?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," I said.
Sam then squeezed me even harder and buried his face into my chest.
"No bad dreams means Uranus will be happy," Sam said. "I want you to always be happy."
I smiled to myself. I had the best little brother in the world.
"When can we see Santa Clown?" He asked innocently as he looked up at me.
My smile disappeared quickly.
"Whenever you want... As long as you don't become her," I said.
Haha, so yes. Here's my story for not_present's competition! I hope she enjoys herself. :p Who knows, maybe Trent's nightmare predicts the future of having a very rebellious overdramamtic Sam!
