Sam and I

Chapter 8

"This one sounds amazing, has a ton of great reviews and is only 500 a month with financial aid," My mother says looking into a private school.

"How could we afford it?" I ask her sitting upside down on the couch.

"I talked to your Grandma, she is going to give us a loan, but I would only pay half back."

"How would that work?"

"Just like that and we wouldn't get money for Christmas and your birthday."

"Aw..."

"Do you want to go back to that hell hole?"

"No..."

"Isn't nice to have a rich grandma that got rich off of suing a condom factory because of your birth?" Sam says with a chuckle.

"Shut up, great burn though," I whisper to him.

I get up and start walking upstairs; so I can talk to Sam better.

I plop in my bean bag chair and he sat on my bed.

"How do you feel about finally getting a fresh start?" Sam asks.

"Mixed emotions, if I do go to a private I would be a clone," I respond.

"But it's a fresh start and you will have the weekends to express yourself,"

"I guess so."

"Why aren't you happier? Everything in life is fantastic right now."

"I have no clue."

He helped me up than hugged me.

"Depression sucks, I wish it would just leave you alone," he whispers.

I embrace his hug and started to feel a sense of safety.

"I am not going anywhere Juli, I am staying here till your death date," He tells me putting my hair behind my ear out of my face.

"Thank you," I respond.

"It's no problem, give this new school a chance, you will be able to have a fresh new start."

"Juliani, come!" My mother slightly yells.

"Coming!" I respond.

"I just wanted to tell you Monday you have an appointment with your colorist and Tuesday you will have an interview to see if you can get in," she tells me as I walk in.

"But my roots are fine and my pink is vibrant."

"You have to have natural hair color for the school."

"But I love my pink...."

"You can try black, blonde, red, or even your natural brown."

"What about uniforms?"

"A plain white polo and khakis."

"I will look like a nub!"

"Juliani Youngblood, you will be fine!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, what color do you want?"

"Black."

"Should've guessed."

"May I go back to my room?"

"Actually, we have to leave, the new neighbors invited us to dinner, they are from California they even have a son your age."

"Ehhhh...."

"He is cute."

"Please no."

"You don't have a choice."

"Fine."

"Let's go."

I slip on my boots and try to contain my hair in a black beanie, I follow my mother next door and Sam follows behind. We got onto the porch and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A woman yells.

My mom opens the door and I follow behind.

"Hey Jessica," My mother says.

"Hey Stacy, is this Juliani?" She asks.

"Yes, where is Logan?"

"Oh, he is upstairs and my husband should be home soon. Do you have a husband or wife?"

"No."

"Oh, well let me get Logan he probably has his headphones on."

She left and I just kinda looked at the ground.

"The definition of awkward just happened," Sam whispered in my ear.

I nodded then looked up. A gorgeous punk rocker came down, he had his Mohawk down, but had on patch jeans and a 'Misfits' shirt.

"Beat he is a poser," Sam whispered.

I just ignored Sam because I was a total mess, my hair was contained in a beanie, I did have on my good patch jeans, a jean jacket with safety-pins, 'Green day Nimrod' shirt, and pink combat boots. He whispered something in Mrs. Jessica's ear than smiled at me kinda nervously.

"Juliani this is Logan, from the way you guys look, I am sure you will get along perfectly fine." Mrs. Stacy says.

"So, I take it you listen to more than just 'American idiot' to 'Revolution Radio'?" He asks as he shakes my hand.

"Yeah, I have all of their albums. What's your favorite song by 'Misfits'?"

"I just like the shirt."

"Told you so," Sam says.

"Seriously?" I ask him disappointed.

"No, I am just kidding, I love Helena," he says with a smile.

"Same!"

"Wanna listen to them in my room?"

I nod than follow him, Sam follows me with a huff.

I look around and you could tell he was still unpacking and only halfway done hanging posters.

"Here are my cassettes and CD's if you want to look through, I kinda wish I lived in the 70's or maybe 90's when punk was more alive and wasn't just whining."

He hands me a box and the first thing I notice is a CD that says's 'The Distiller's mix'.

"You like Brody Dale?"

"I love her!"

"Betty Blowtorch?"

"Duh!"

"You are like the perfect guy! I mean like uh... Would you like to go to an underground concert? There is a place by the college, but I have never found anyone to go with," I ask him super nervously hoping I didn't look like an idiot.

"I'd love too," he says with a smile.

I smile back and it is truly genuine.

Hey, I said that this chapter would be longer and better and in at least my opinion I delivered. What do you guys think?

Love,

Dollhands