Slut and the Falcon

Chapter 1

We all have those friends that are a little bit crazy, a little but dangerous, or just plain out sex oriented. If you're reading this and have no idea what I'm talking about, then I must have some pretty screwed up friends.

Sam and Ezra have been my partners in crime for as long as I can remember. Okay, scratch that; the past three years... but it feels like a lifetime.

"SHIT CHARLIE!" Sam screams as a Frisbee whizzes a few inches away from my ear. "Are you okay?!"

Ezra saunters up behind her, one hand on his hip. "You know," he begins, "when someone yells, 'heads up!' that usually means to get the hell out of the way." He holds his hands in the air in defense. "Just sayin'."

"Well maybe if you didn't throw like such a god damn jackass all the time, maybe I would be able to catch it instead of almost killing Charlie."

"I, unlike you, am a free spirit. I do what comes naturally to me."

Under her breath, Sam mutters "Well maybe on your home planet of God knows where..."

Ezra whips his head towards her. "FIRST of all its URANUS-"he pauses to look over to me and wink while Sam rolls her eyes. "And second, my parents live there, I on the other hand, live in the moment."

"Oh grow up!" "BITE ME." "You're so immature." "AT LEAST IM NOT BORING LIKE YOU." Their banter continued for a few minutes as I watched, as per usual. From the way they interact with each other you would think they were either an old married couple, or siblings. Thank God it was the second one. They were step siblings, Ezra's mom married Sam's dad a few years back, and ever since they have been as close as any other brother and sister would be. Lucky for me, they didn't have that incestualize kind of relationship. If that's what you would even call it.

Ezra was what you would call the class clown. He would say outrageously snide comments just to spite the teacher or adult, completely demeaning himself and take they're abuse just so no one else had to. Oddly enough, it made me feel a lot more secure my first day here all those years ago. It's one of the reasons I looked up to him so much; he acted like a child, but underneath it was all kindness.

Now Sam, she was a vision. She had a laugh that could make anyone smile, and a smile that could make anyone laugh. She was quick witted and lived as dangerously as she could, like standing up in the back of a moving pickup truck. No matter how much I begged she would sit down, tell her it was too dangerous, she'd just reassure me she would be fine and did it anyway. She was known for her beauty, and her, um, promiscuous extracurricular activities. So yea she had a few one night stands (...a week...) but knowing her right off the bat you would never think such a sweet and beautiful girl would act in such a manner... I think she's just hopelessly searching for some kind of love, wanting someone to want her. Too bad she didn't realized she didn't have to look that far at all...

Later that night, I woke up to something wet being shoved into my ear canal. I swatted it away to realize it was attached to... a person?

"Oh my GOD what the crap?!" I yanked the hand away from my head. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!

Ezra stood there, with his half ass smirk plastered on his face as he fluttered his fingers in the air. "Rise and shine, lover boy."

"Hey Kiddo." A voice said from the chair in the corner. Sam stood up, stealthily trying to avoid tripping over my clothes and papers scattered on the floor.

I quickly pulled the covers up to hide my half naked body. Am I dreaming? Is Sam really in my room, walking towards me?

"Charlie!" Sam whisper-yelled as Ezra slapped me in the back of my head.