Sam sat contently on the floor of the Tracy family's living room. She was mediating, the one thing that made her feel connected to her family.
Being unable to be a ninja made her feel useless.
She heard sounds like a rocket engine, and soon a blond boy was sitting on the couch next to her, grinning like an idiot. The boy began talking a mile a minute.
"Hi! My name's Alan! Do you like turtles?" A brief pause, during which she nodded, trying not to bust a lung laughing. If only he knew...
"Good, cause I really like turtles. Like, I LOVE turtles. You should have seen the leatherback Gordon and I tagged yesterday. It was so CUTE! We can track it now. Isn't that cool? What's your favorite type of turtle?" He paused, looking at her expectantly.
"Um... The ones you get at pet stores. I have four of those. Kind of big ones. They were my mom's when she was a little girl."
Alan looked surprisingly overjoyed.
"Red-ears!" He ran off, shouting,"GORDO! VIRGE'S FRIEND HAS RED-EARS!"
Sam shook her head. Ever in her 25 years of life had she ever met someone with that much energy. Not even her uncle, Mikey, could hold a candle to Alan's boundless energy.
Sam went back to meditating only for Alan to come back with more questions. She cracked an eye open. The teen was sitting cross-legged in front of her waiting for her answer. She sighed. So much for relaxing.
This time, there was another boy sitting in front of her, also blond, with a shirt that would make her father cringe.
Loud shirt boy spoke,"my name's Gordon, by the way. What's your name?"
That was an easy one.
"Sam. Short for Samantha." Alan butted in again.
"What are your turtles' names?" If this got back to them, she was going to be in deep sewage.
"Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donetello, and Raphael."
"Named after artists. Nice." Virgil walked up behind her and glared at Gordon and Alan. The two boys promptly scattered.
He looked at her and smiled.
"Brothers." She smiled back.
"I know how that goes."
"I can tell," Sam said getting to her feet, chuckling as two blonde heads stuck out from behind a corner.
"Why did they end up named after some of the most famous artists?"
"My grandfather loves the arts, and it kind of made sense."
"I take it you love the arts as well?"
"Yeah, when I was little, I played the piano and guitar. Now I draw, tattoo, and bake."
"You bake?"
"Yeah. I love sitting down and coming up with the design and the making it a reality."
"Do you still play?" Virgil asked sitting down and the large grand in the other side of the room.
"No," Sam said as she raced outside.
She heard Virgil start to play something. Sam couldn't do this. Listening to the beautiful piano music was too much for her longing heart.
Sam jumped into the pool and let the water cover her head.
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Music, Tattoos, and Muscles
FanfictionSamantha Miwa Brahstone grew up with her five brothers and lives her life to the fullest. She thinks she had all she wants in life. That is until, when Virgil Tracy comes in for a tattoo.
