Flashlight (Sam Woolf)

Chapter 5- The Night of the Squirrel Raincoat

"I'm so fancy,

You already know

I'm in the fast lane,

From LA to Tokyo..."

-Fancy, Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX

*****

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that you two have known each other forever pretty much, and didn't tell me?" Alex asked. 

"Um... yeah?" 

Being as curious as he is, Alex asked why Sam and I somehow knew each other in the airplane hangar. We told him about our childhood and explained how we met, leaving out the fact that my parents are strong alcoholics. I'm not ready to tell people about that yet, even if it is just Alex. Telling him would involve too many unwanted emotions.

"It's a coincidence, that you two decided to audition." Alex said, pointing at Sam and I.

Sam nodded, looking down at his shoes. "My mom suggested that I audition, and now I'm glad I took her suggestion." 

I blushed, but looked down to hide my pink cheeks. Alex didn't notice, but Sam did. He just smiled at me, and squeezed my knee gently. Clearing my throat, I leaned my head on Sam's shoulder tiredly. These idiots forced me to wake up at 7:30 to go to the mall. Why they wanted to go so early in the morning is beyond me. But lazy people like me do not function properly until at least 11 at the latest. Or maybe noon. It depends on the day, really. 

Sam chuckled. "Somebody's tired."

"Yeah, no kidding." I said. "You baboons dragged me up far too early for my liking." 

Sam laughed lightly, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Sorry, hermit. We can go home, if you want."

I sprung up from my seat. "THANK GOD." 

Alex and Sam rolled their eyes at me, and walked a few steps behind me out to the car. Fancy by Iggy Azalea featuring Charli XCX is playing through the speakers, and after a while, Sam and I were walking to the beat of the music. I was even singing along to it, just because I'm so fancy. People starting giving us weird looks, including Alex. 

Alex coughed awkwardly. "I have no idea who these people are. Nope, never seen them before." 

"HE KNOWS US EVERYBODY." I said, somewhat loudly.

He glared at me. "You suck." 

I laughed, skipping and moving my head to the music. Sam was doing the same, trying to act all gangster. Instead of that, he looked like one of those nerds at school who tries so hard to be cool. Nothing about his personality has changed ever since I left. And I like that. He is still my adorable, lovable and dorky Sammy Joe. 

"Are you feeling fancy, Sam?" I asked.

He pretended to do a hair flip. "As always." 

We reached the car about five minutes later, and I called shotgun. Alex let Sam drive this time, claiming he was too exhausted to drive. That's fine with me. Sam and I have complete control of the radio now, which could be disastrous. For Alex, anyways. 

"You buffoons better not get us into an accident." Alex warned as Sam started the car. 

"Relax, bro." Sam said. "I'll be careful."

"You better be." Alex mumbled, slumping against the leather seat.

I just laughed at their conversation, and turned up the radio to fill the small awkward silence. Ariana Grande's song Problem was playing, and I couldn't help but sing along. Like nearly everyone else on this planet, her high notes are unreachable. But of course, I like to pretend like I can hit them just as well as Ariana. That's not possible, obviously.