Changing the Stars (On Hiatus)

Chapter Two: Sam

Samantha, though a bit of a bonehead, knew something. She knew that there was a thick, thick, thick line between popularity and geekdom. It was impossible for the two to mingle. A brunette model would get a boyfriend before a blonde D&D extraordinaire. A sexy boy in a growing band would get a gig before a two boney nerds who play keys and guitar. 

Even so, Sam couldn’t help but be in love with Sebastian Finch, drummer in the band Burning the Stars. They weren’t a huge band. They were a couple of college and high school kids who played at bars and stuff. 

Well.

Okay, they used to be a couple of college and high school kids who played at bars and stuff. 

Now they were growing. They played at bars, yes, but they also played at popular clubs and mini concerts and were viral on youtube. They had complex, beautiful songs that had sweat and blood and bones in them. 

Err, Sam meant blood, sweat and tears. 

She always got that mixed up. 

Anyway. 

They were amazing songs and Sab was an amazing drummer and he was…hot. He had that perfect hair and those sexy, probably illegal tattoos and those ripped jeans. Jesus, he was walking perfection at it’s finest.  

Err, perfection is when something’s at it’s finest.

She always got that mixed up.

Anyway.

“Sam!” Vanessa, Samantha’s smarter, prettier friend yelled from over Skype, “Hello? Earth to Samantha Dean!” 

Sam shook her head out of her drool-worthy day dream and brought her attention back to her friend. Vanessa had dark brown hair and dark eyes. She had straight teeth and tan skin and was very pretty. She was overweight and pimply and had thick glasses and played D&D and understood math. Stereotypical nerdness. 

Sam didn’t mind it, considering she wasn’t much to look at either. She was very skinny and had weird angles and joints that made her very awkward looking. She was tall and had short, curly, platinum blonde hair, fair blue eyes and pale skin. She had chunky glasses that sat on her thin nose and thin lips with braces-straightened teeth. 

The two girls were messes together. It was…nice.

“V, I dunno what I wanna wear,” Sam complained to her friend, walking to her closet and looking at the racks of blouses and skirts, “I mean, we get to see Sab in concert tonight. Dude, I’ve had a crush on him since freshman year!” 

Vanessa smiled to herself. A lovestruck Sam was a real handful. Vanessa already had a boyfriend: Alex Pahn, “the kid who sits next to her in science.” He was built well and had light brown hair and a bright smile. 

He was adorable.

“Sammy, calm down. It’s at a club. We go to clubs all the time, just wear something you’d usually wear.” Vanessa rolled her eyes and picked up her computer, bringing it into the bathroom and applying some makeup.

Sam rubbed her pale arms, nerves pricking her skin and letting it bleed out. She bent down and went to her drawer of “Vanessa Clothes” as she called them. They were things that Sam would rarely wear, but that V would put on in a heart beat.

She picked out a black skirt and some tights, a strapless black top to go with them. She slipped her clothes off and hesitantly replaced them with the “Vanessa Clothes.” 

She inspected herself in the floor length mirror that hung on her closet door. She looked nice. A little sexy, even. The top wasn’t revealing, but rather complimenting. It hugged her curved perfectly and ended at a perfect length, letting the skirt bleed into the outfit. The skirt was short, but helped by the tights. The two seemed modest, but powerful in a way.