Call me son one more time...

Caribbean Accent

Alex: 13

Samuel: 13

Peggy: 13

Mr. King George Seabury: 53

George: 23

Ms. Quint: 31

Ms. Mumford: 49

"I swear, if i find out that Cathy C is cheating on Cameron I, it is going to blow up! Thik of how she feels Alex, how she feels!!!" Sam yelled through the phone as he checked himself out in the H&M mirror. 

"Sam, I can hear you from across town, quiet down or you're gonna get kicked out of the mall again. Cállate!" alex yelled back, breaking the pencil in his hand, letting it fall with the others.

"Ooh, some one's angry. The Cute accent is out." Sam taunted. Alex tried to protest. "Wait, hold on, I'm sending a picture of these shorts, tell me if they make my butt big," Alex got the photo, squinting at the neon yellow jean shorts. "Peggs say they look fine, but I feel like they're missing something." Sam smiled as silence washed over the phone. "You like that picture Alex?" Sam was met with a grunt.

"Yeah, uh, I think you need a bigger size. Those look pretty skinny." Alex peeped out, staring at the photo. "Did you buy that crop top, or did you already own that?" Alex Asked, trying to keep the conversation going. 

"Well, no, It's Peggs, but she keeps trying to get me to wear it. Do you think I should keep it, I just don't know if it suits me." Sam took another picture, sending it. Alex groaned as he pulled the photo up. 

"Can you stop with the pictures, please. The crop top is your color, but I don't think King will like it, so, I'd say where your pink crop tank with the yellow jeans for your date tonight." Alex grumbled, pulling out a notebook and sketching his friends figure.

Alex sketched for about a minute when he was brought back to reality.

"Alex, Alex, I can hear your pen moving. Are you drawing me again? Oh, draw me like one of your French girls, Jack!" He giggled through the phone, only to have the giggling go away as silence hit the phone. 

Alex looked up, putting the phone back against his ear. "Sammy?" Alex chimed. He heard a low growl.

"Who is this, why do you have this number." Alex grinned mad, putting down his pencil.

"Oh, my Gracious King! Why am I, A Meer orphan boy, speaking to the all mighty King George Seabury? What an honor." Alex sneered through the phone. He listened in on the background noise.

"You can't just randomly take my phone! You never do that to Peggy, but of course you do it to me. Alex is my friend for your information!" Sam yelled out, probably making a scene in the middle of the tri county mall. 

"I would like to know your affiliations with my son, and answer me why your name is Sugar Daddy in his phone." Alex could help but laugh at that. 

Sorry to be the one to tell you, but that ain't my doing." Alex is still laughing when he starts to hear a car start.

"I don't know who you are-"

"Alexander Hamilton, Bastard, poor's whores son, Caribbean Islands!" Alex yelled, hanging up the phone. 

He leaned back in his spinney chair, rolling into the middle of the room, laughing his head off. He turned in his chair, being stopped by a strong force. 

"Who was that on the phone?" Alex looked back to see George staring down at him.

"Haha, hey George."

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Sam sat down, alone on the couch, looking across the table to his father. Peggy was sitting on the side in a chair, messing with her phone, and another women was sitting next to King. Sam rolled his eyes as the women waved.

"Samuel, explain." King sneered, barely making eye contact with the boy.

Sam turned his head away, looking out the window. He heard his father clear his throat and looked back. He was met with an evil glare. He looked away for the second time, looking straight at Peggy.

"Don't look at me. It's ain't my fault you're gay." Peggy said, getting a glare from Sam.

"Shut up, Margret." Sam muttered, getting a glare back.

"Both of you stop. Peggy, go up to your room. I'll come get you when Dinner is ready." The women said to Peggy. Peggy rolled her eyes, getting up and leaving. "Samuel, please just tell your father what he needs to hear, and then you can leave. Okay?" Samuel rolled his eyes, mumbling something as he turned away.

The women sighed, sending a set of pleading eyes towards King. She then got p, walking off towards the kitchen. King looked back over, letting out a long sign before crossing the room to his son. He sat down next to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Sam just shrugged it off.

"Come on. Tell me what all this is about. I know something is wrong, just-" King stops, hearing a jingling at the door as it opens.

"I'm home." Abigale Mumford Shouted from the front door. 

King launch his hand to grab Sam's shoulder, but he was too slow, the boy was already running for the door. The women didn't look surprised when the boy came rushing in yelling about something.

"and he's being unreasonable again! He took my phone, dragged me out of the mall, and talked tp Alex like he was a- Mm Hmm!" Sam yelled, getting a hand over his mouth. 

"Chérie, calme-toi." She said, putting an arm around the boys neck. 

"Sorry Maman." Sam said, holding onto her arm. She looked down, smiling as the boy cuddled into her arm. She looked up to be met with King, standing gloomily in the doorway. Abigail looked down at her son, being met with puppy dog eyes. 

"What did you do chérie?" She asked, pulling Sam in closer. Sam looked between both his parents, pulling closer to his mom.

"I didn't do anything, he is the one who dragged me out of the man like I was some animal." Sam sneered, snapping at his father. Abigail looked over to King, with a questioning look.

"You dragged him? Can I ask what situation would compel you to drag my son anywhere?" Abigail asked, looking King in the eye as she held Sam tightly.

"Gail, he was going on about clothes, and and... he asked a guy to draw him like a French girl. Thats not okay Gail. That's not normal. And he should never be wearing clothes like the ones he was trying on. Crop tops, skinny jeans, sending pictures to some random guy, once again not normal." King's voice shook as he looked between Abigail and Sam.

"That random guy's name is Alexander, and he's an artist, so yes, I joked for him to draw me like one of his French girls, its a meme!" Sam yelled back, keeping his head turned away. Abigail sighed, looking Sam in the eyes.

"Which crop top?" She asked, getting a bright smile form Sam.

"The... the floral one that Peg bought last months. The one with the blue trim." Sam peeped, his smile staying wide.

"Were you going over to Mike's house tonight?" She smirked at the blush on her sons cheeks as he nodded. "I'm guessing they were the Yellow jeans you looked at when I took you to the mall on Saturday, right?" Sam nodded again, looking back up at her. "Then why don't you go get ready, I'll drive you over to the mall, and we can bye them before we pick up Mike and go see a movie." Her warm smile filled Sam's heart as he hugged her.

"Merci." Sam says before running up the stairs, and door swinging open and slamming shut.

"You can't take his side every time you know." King said, trying to get her attention.

"Watch me."