By the time we made our way to my appartment, both me and Sam had drinken most of our drinks. The whole way we just talked about random things like when we were younger. But I refused to tell him about Him, let alone anyone else about my past. Nobody needs to know about that part in my life.
I use my keys to open the door and I walk in and say, "Welcome to my house." I let Sam walk in and look around the little hallway that leads to the living room and kitchen. After I close the door I turn around and see Sam looking at the pictures on the wall. The one he's looking at is the first picture Cara and I took together. It was the day we moved into this appartment together. We were sitting on the couch, both of us in shorts and tank tops. We're dirty from moving furniture all day. We both have a clear plastic cup filled with a red liquid, which I think was wine, and both of us are smiling with pure happiness.
While Sam is looking at the picture I study his apperance. He is quite tall. I'd guess about 6'5 and his hair was kind of long but not overly long. I found myself looking at his Nirvana shirt once again and laughed to myself. His head turned to me and gave me a questioning look. I shake my head, "I was just thinking about how we both decided to wear a Nirvana shirt tonight." Once the words left my mouth I burst out in laughter again. This is what alchol does to me.
He smiles and squints at me, "Scarlett, are you tipsy?"
I hold up my hand with my pointer finger and thumb about an inch apart and say, "Just a smidge." I laugh and walk past him and into the kitchen. I turn my head to the side and see that he's following me. I stretch out my arms and say, "Well this is the kitchen." I turn right to go into the living room, "The living room." I turn around and point to the entertainment center. "We have our movies in there if you wanna go pick one for us to watch and I'll go make some popcorn." He nods and I'm off the to the kitchen.
As I'm looking in different cabinets for the popcorn I can hear the sound of movie cases hitting each other coming from the living room. I stand back from the cabinets and think for a moment where Cara hides her stash of popcorn. Aha! In the cabinet above the fridge! I grab a chair and climb up to open the cabinet. All of a sudden I hear, "What the hell are you doing?" I almost fall off the chair. I look over and see Sam standing in the doorway with a smile, obviously amused.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
He crosses his arms over his chest, "I'm just laughing how you have to use a chair to get to the top cabinet."
I glare at him, "It's not my fault that I'm short!"
He once more laughs and walks over to me and reaches for my hand, "Here let me help you down and I'll get whatever you're trying to get." I step down from the chair with assistance from his hand and drag the chair back to the table. "What were you trying to get anyways?"
"Cara's secret stash of popcorn is in there. I'm out of my own. So don't tell her and maybe she won't notice." He reaches up and grabs the box of popcorn and hands it to me. "How many bags should I make?" I ask as I reach into the box.
"Umm. Make two so that way we'll have enough for the whole movie." I nod and grab two packs and put one into the microwave. I stand in the kitchen waiting for both bag to be popped. Once they're done I pour them into a big bowl and bring it with me into the living room. When I walk in I pop a piece of popcorn into my mouth and see that Sam is on his phone. I sit down next to him on the couch and set the popcorn on the coffee table.
He puts his phone down. I give him a look as I continue to eat popcorn. "Jake just texted me and said that they're gonna hang out at the bar for a few more hours so we should have time to finish a movie."
I nod and ask, "So what movie did you pick?"
"I picked... drum roll please?" He looks at me. I roll my eyes and pat my legs as if I were playing the drums. "Hangover Part 2!"

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Hiding
Teen FictionI stand here, looking at this house and all I see is my past. I see memories that I don't want to remember. I don't see a gray house with black shutters and a red door. I see my past. I see all my tears. All my hurting. All my heartbreak. I'm tired...