Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 6: Sam + chick flick= icecream disaster

Chapter 6:Sam + chick flick = ice cream disaster

After going to the video rent house, we drove back to his. His house is huge, well I have been there before but last time I was too busy trying to get haunting images out of my head. Let's just say, I am fairly rich, times that by 100 and your getting close to how rich he is.

He walked me into a home cinema almost the same size as Connie's Crazy Cinema. Except the seats were reclined and in way better condition.

We started watching mean girls. Oh god was it a mistake, Sam started mouthing the words to the movie. I am so tempted to knock him one, but it is also really funny. The fact that he knows the words better than I do is almost impossible. I watched this movie everyday of my childhood until the age of 13. I don't think I ever gave that DVD back to Lilly, whoops. I start staring at him lip synching. I pick up the spoon of my peppermint cream ice cream grabbing a giant scoop. I fling it straight at him, hitting him fair in the mouth. He freezes still and grabs his tub of triple chocolate swirl. I start running towards the isle when I feel a cold slop on my shoulder.

"You jerk!" I scream at him.

We start a full on ice cream war. He hits my hair and I run at him with ice cream in my hand ready to smear it in his face. I jump on him and we fall over covered in ice cream. I am sitting on top of him, having a laughing fit at him. He looks like a dirty, melting snowman. He raises his hand swishing his finger across his cheek. He puts his finger in his mouth.

" peppermint cream isn't that bad when it's been flung across the room," he smirks.

He starts to sit up, making us inches apart. We both start to lean in when we hear a footsteps from the back of the room.

"What is going on here?" a bald man with an expensive suit yells

The second we hear him, we jump apart.

"Nothing!" we screech in synch

"Well these expensive seats of ours weren't exactly coated in ice cream when I left were they Sam?" he says quite surprisingly amused

"No, dad I'm sorry I'll," he starts

I slap his stomach to stop him speaking

"We will clean this mess up sir. Sorry we had an ice cream fight because someone," I emphasise the someone and look right at Sam, "wouldn't stop mouthing the words to my favourite chick flick," I say to Sam's dad.

"No, no it's fine, I will get Jessie and his friends to clean it up. He was the only one home last night, and let some blond girl start a huge party. It was Jessie's idea so now I have the perfect punishment, thank you." he smiles at me and gestures me upstairs to change into some if his daughters clothes.

I walk up the stairs and into the room he directed me. I see a lovely smiling girl with familiar blond hair. She looks so much like her mother but with the misty grey eyes of her father.

"Hi you must be the girl Sam met last night," she looks up from her work

"Yeah that's me, um..your dad said I could borrow some clothes, if that's okay with you!" I say

Her eyes travel down to my clothes "but of course, your not like the other girls Sam brings home, usually blond hair, blue eyes. You know, Regina George types."

She walks over to her wardrobe and fetches a pair of blood red skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt.

" I have that t-shirt!" I exclaim

"Then you won't have a problem wearing it will you?" She smiles and takes me to her connecting bathroom.

I wipe all the ice cream off with a face washer she gave me and get changed. Everything is almost the same size, making the outfit look better than I thought.

I thank her and start walking down the stairs when I hear voices, and stop to listen.

"Do I have to dad?"

"Yes son, now! Get her out of this god damn house I do not want some 'pretty girl' who obviously sleeps around, in my presence. make her leave or I will ground you until your 26!"

I rush down the stairs, my eyes starting to gloss. I run for the door trying to make my escape before I can be humiliated any more.

I strong hand grips my shoulder making me turn to face him. Worry flashes in his eyes. We almost kissed, and he doesn't even care enough to tell me the truth.

I squirm our of his firm hold and run out the door with tears running down the sides of my face.

-----Authors-------note-----

Please don't hate me it will get better. also I work really hard on my work and will try to upload faster, I had a busy weekend sorry hope you liked it -kels