Sam and I

Chapter 9

"I can't believe your mother is letting you go out," Sam says as I am getting ready.

"I can, she is so happy I am getting out," I respond.

I finish up my raccoon-eyed makeup, I put my pink hair is in liberty spikes, but I left my bangs out. I already have on my outfit, I am wearing my vintage 'The Distillers' shirt, with my safety pin and patch jacket, a pink and black mini skirt with a studded belt, torn black tights, and of course my pink combat boots. Jewellery wise I was wearing a studded choker and rubber band 'band' bracelets.

"I am still mad you haven't told him about me," Sam says.

"I just don't know how."

"It's easy you have told tons of people before."

"And you know where that has had me ended me up, I have had little to no friends since the fire!"

"What am I then Juli?"

"You know what I meant."

"JULIANI! LOGAN IS HERE!" My mother shouted.

"No, I do not think I do, have fun with Logan, I am going to stay here and reevaluate my decision."

I bite my lip not knowing what to say, so I just walked downstairs and I saw Logan holding a little box. He had his Mohawk up and recently dyed it black, he was wearing a 'Sex pistols' shirt, spiked jacket, black patch jeans, spiked bracelets, guyliner, studded belt, and a spiked choker.

"He has a gift for you," my mother says happily as I could tell she already likes him.

"I hope you like it, I made it myself," he says with a shy smile.

I open it and it was a triple row studded bracelet, I smiled and put it on.

"I love it!" I tell him with a huge smile.

"Well, you kids go have fun, curfew is 11 p.m."

"Bye mom," I say while grabbing my little red and black plaid backpack walking outside. We start walking towards it.

"I love the bracelet, do you make all of your accessories?"

"Most of them, I sometimes I find some and buy them."

"Do you buy your patches?"

"I make them," I say with a huge smile.

"I make mine too," he says reflecting my smile.

"We have so much in common, it's insane."

"I thought I would never meet a girl like you."

"Is this a date?" I ask him nervously, I swore I was going to vomit from nervousness.

"I hope it is," he responds with a slightly nervous chuckle.

"So, um is that a yes?"

"Yes, have you ever been on a date? If you don't mind me asking."

"No, I have never even gone out with a group of friends, I never had a true friend in general one except Sam."

"Who is Sam?"

"Sam, he is my guardian angel, it's complicated."

"Well, we have til 11, "he tells me glancing at his cell phone screen.

"When I was younger I was spending the night at his house and a fire started, I got out the window and I tried to pull him up with me, but I lost grip and he fell through the floor, I watched him burn alive and his young lungs couldn't handle all the smoke. A long story later, he became my guardian angel, but everyone thinks I am freak 16-year old that still has an imaginary friend because I can only see him. "

" I am sorry that happened to you and those people who think you are a freak are missing out on an awesome person."

"You don't think I am insane or anything?"

"I think you are a little crazy, but all the best people are." He smiles and holds my hand.

My heart starts racing, this can't be real.

"Have you ever been on a date?"

"I have, but it's been a little bit. I have been scared to go out with someone."

"Why?"

We reach the area and took a seat on the curve.

"I know this sounds wimpy, but my last girlfriend abused me. She started verbally abusing me then eventually started throwing things at me, her shoes, books, and anything she could find that was heavy. She would scratch me with her nails and would slap me if I wouldn't get her gifts before our dates. It always seemed like whatever I would do it would make her upset, I tried to tell my father, but he laughed. She eventually moved and I cut her out of my life."

He then showed me a few scars on his side.

"I am so sorry that happened, I am so glad you cut her out."

"You do not think I am a wimp?"

"Nope, I would also never intentionally hurt you, " I tell him holding his hand tight.

"Let's go in." He says with a smile.

I get up and go in still holding his hand, he opens the door, then pays for both of us. The guy stated the rules. The main thing was no bullying or drugs.

"I didn't know there were still classic gentlemen out there, I thought feminists killed them," I say with a slight chuckle.

We sat down at a table side by side facing the stage as the band sets up.

"Here is the thing, I want to treat a girl like a lady and want to act like a gentleman, but that is wrong nowadays because it's considered sexist. That is mind-boggling to me," he states.

"Well, you do not have to worry about that with me, I know sexism still exists to a certain degree, but just a man with proper manners is not sexist, I like being treated like a lady so far."

"That is quit fantastic," he states as he wraps his arm around me.

I can't help but ponder. Is Sam still mad? I look around hoping to see him, but I don't. It started to get me worried, but at the same time Logan is the guy of my dreams and he is one hundred percent perfection. I look around one more time and see Sam he points to the bathroom.

"Hey, I will be right back, I am got to go use the bathroom, " I tell Logan as I smile.

"Okay."

I walk over to Sam, I walk in and hug him.

"I am sorry Sammy, I did tell him about you."

"I know, I have been still watching you, it's my job and I care about you."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"That I am not mad, I saw you were stressed."

"Thank you, Sammy," I say hugging him tightly.

"No problem, now go back to your date."

I smile and go back out then go to the bar area.

"Hey, may I please get two cans of 'Cola'?"I ask the bartender.

"Four dollars sweetie."

I got out my wallet than paid the man, he then handed me the soda pop.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem."

I walked over to Logan and hand it to him.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem," I say as a smile on my face appears.